the Business of art

Something has become a bit, well, glaringly apparent for me, these days.

How much time am i spending on the social media of the art 

rather than

you know what

doing it

practicing it

for the gods, for the spirit, for survival.

When I wake up in the morning I often want to dive back into my dreams. (I was abut to get it on with one of the friends' cast members but I just had to pull my tampon out first. I think it was Phoebe)... but away, far far far away from the realities of,


work. and the balance of it. 

I guess it's about self-parenting on this one. Cause I can begrudge the social media computer land aspect of this work and and and, I can also hide behind it. Like hide in that overwhelming feeling that I'm wasting my efforts... like i'm one of those stories where it gets sad at the end... 

and let the spiral begin!!!!!!



This is where my parent, says to me, 

Keep It Simple, Sweetheart. 


And what does that mean. 

Acknowledge and do the cyber world to the best of my ability,

and then?


And return, return, return to the real.

The practice.

The quiet. 

The discovery.

The art. 


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What you feeding your spirit, boo?

Holy eff. Do I spend the rest of my days attributing my turbulent emotional inner ocean to planetary action so articulated and verbally harnassed by chani nicholas and mysticmamma. Um. Probably. Yes...and...



there are more to variable to consider when monitoring the wavy waters of the soul. 


how much you working? (joe job)

how much you (losing yourself) in practice and craft?

how much you spending on ubereats?

how much you drinking? 

ahhh.... and there it is.

I said it. 

the real beast. the one i am making nice with. today. and tomorrow's today.

Those spirits in a crystal bottle. Boy. They really silence the legit spirit. You think they're set free. They feel set free. But tell me. What did you talk about last night?  

The spirit that is my 6 year old self. Now, she's the spirit I'm interested in feeding. And what's her food?

friendship. quiet time. tara brach. hot baths. naps. kindness. 

To each and all of our 6 year old selfs and our new solar years. 

I mark it with the single release of BLADES OF GRASS. So very proud. 


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Back to it? Let's see...

Better late than never... 

Been months since i've tipsy tapped on this Clock the Process portion of the website. Why? I dunno. A few things maybe. Maybe I have an issue with follow through, commitment or without all the self-flaggelating noise, it could also be a case of putting too much on the g-damn plate. 

Working on it.

Cause that's what we got. The privilege to discern. To say no. To say yes. To truly evaluate what we value. And where our dear efforts delve, and to what degree.

That is on the forefront of my brain flaps at this point in time. What gets my time. 

And I want to come back to this. Cause it's all a process. And g-dammit, I want to clock it. 



Performance and Practice and Repeat: making the cake batter balanced

Practice and Performance and Performance and Practice. Had a killer show last week at The Horseshoe. And then. It's over. And it's back to practice. Back to the apartment. Back to the tender grips of social media producer vortex land. That is the art. Keeping it balanced. Cause I for suture can caught in the wormhole of posting pics and social meeeeds and all the superfluous shit that matters (but doesn't really and we all know it). What matters? 

Samantha Madely shot: @whirlywindz Closing at The Horseshoe, March 19 

Samantha Madely shot: @whirlywindz Closing at The Horseshoe, March 19 

You don’t need to justify your love, you don’t need to explain your love, you just need to practice your love. Practice creates the master.
— Miguel Ruiz, The Mastery of Love: A Practical Guide to the Art of Relationship
Photo: Samantha Madely @whirlywindz

Photo: Samantha Madely @whirlywindz

Practice doesn’t make perfect, nothing will ever really be perfect -
more practice more consistent
more consistent more confident
more confidence more accomplishments.
— FL-dash-OH

So on that note. It's 1:10 pm on Sunday. I've been up for a few hours. I've done the emails. I've done the banking. I've looked at my server schedule. I've drank all the coffee (will address this at another tiiiiiime)... and what is missing? The biggest piece of all. The practice. Cause I can hide behind all the "producer" aspects I want. And it must be done. But not at the expense of practice. 

Senseii namaste, fellow warriors. Back into the ring. 

Fatigue: the working of the job to do the job

Waitress town. Population me.  

If you’re going through hell, keep going.
— Winston Churchill


Currently I am learning about fancy cocktails and dynamic wines... the kinds of wines with notes of leather and cherry and slate and depth. This particular restaurant/bar I've started at is a high end one. It's intense. It's a fucking bootcamp. And I'm overwhelmed. 

Overwhelmed because I haven't touched this blog in close to a month. I'm late on sending out press kits for a Horseshoe Tavern gig on Thursday. My practice routine has been off the grid. 

On one hand I'm learning the ways and products of this high-end joint, but what, in turn, is suffering? The thing I want to do with my life. For now? Can this be yet another ebb and flow? I'm challenged with the ability to have perspective right now as I am smack dab in the middle of a massive learning curve. And it's uncomfortable and tiring and it can get fucking existential.

What am I doing with my fucking life? 


Rich parents and benefactors. Congrats to those who have them. Artists who are making a living from their art? I can't imagine this.. and maybe that's where my problem is? Or what am I expecting? Or am I complaining? Or am I using this fancy job to distract from doing the work? 




And this is where friends, good friends, come in. I woke up this morning. Paralyzed with big questions. Fantasies of escape.. Get rid of my apartment and move back to Barrie. And what happened and what helped?

 I connected with my sister on Skype. She gently coaxed me off the ledge. By offering perspective and ideas and humour, I am able to see that this is what is right now. Push through... and then make decisions. But in the thick of the challenge storm, what if I kept moving. 



While working, I suddenly heard a noise and looked up to find Robert Hughes, the art critic of Time magazine, staring at me in disbelief. ‘But you’re Philip Glass! What are you doing here?’ It was obvious that I was installing his dishwasher and I told him I would soon be finished. ‘But you are an artist,’ he protested. I explained that I was an artist but that I was sometimes a plumber as well and that he should go away and let me finish.
— Philip Glass

I don't know how this is going to shake down. Feels like everything around me is falling apart. But is this just what dramatic change feels like? 

I will keep me posted. 

Here's to doing my best to observe difficulties and challenges, to the best of my ability. 

Reaching Out

Friendship is the source of the greatest pleasures, and without friends even the most agreeable pursuits become tedious.
— St. Thomas Aquinas

People in our life. Valuing them. Reaching out. Listening. Asking questions. Listening. Loving. Basic stuffs? Sort of not really. 

Hate to say it but I need to remember to do these things ALL THE TIME. 'Cause, baby baby, I get stuck in my headskees too much oh too much of the time. I recently listened to Adam Robinson on Tim Ferris' podcast and he has a little formula:




sleep. water. movement. 

and I would add (for the sake of illiteration I'll keep with B)

Brethren (or Bosom Buddies)

Plural of brotherhood, it's community. Beeeeeecause, what the fuck else do we have. Yes. Art. Work. Music. Connection with something bigger than me. Silence. Meditation. .... ok. ok. But in the thick of my thinking, my self-centredness, the way out is through others. 

Cause these days, I am picking up the phone a lot more and asking my friends, distant and close and acquintancey and bestie...all walks) 


Common answer is: overwhelmed. 

Everything is big. very big. and we are small. very small. so what to be done?

Connect. With others. and feel more like a wave in an ocean, you dig? apart of something bigger. 

This may be simple reflex fact living obviousness for some people. It isn't for me. It's a very, very specific, intentioned practice. To ask others. To care for others. To move out of my own driven, self focused way. 

Call your pal today and say I lerv you, pal.  


Ambition: A Well. Balanced. Life.

There is rapidly developing a soil shortage on your planet. That is, you are running out of good soil in which to grow your food. This is because soil needs time to reconstitute itself, and your corporate farmers have no time. They want land that is producing, producing, producing. So the age-old practice of alternating growing fields from season to season is being abandoned or shortened. To make up for the loss of time, chemicals are being dumped into the land in order to render it fertile faster. Yet in this, as with all things, you cannot develop an artificial substitute for Mother Nature which comes even close to providing what She provides.
— Neale Donald Walsch, Conversations With God: An Uncommon Dialogue, Vol.2

I've been clocking MINUTES of my activities on the daily. It looks like a big white piece of reading rainbow teacher paper meets a diverse ordered action Sharpie party (on best behaviour...the Ruler is there to ensure this). 

Columns include:

1) Piano Practice

2) Meditation

3) Jams/recording/lessons

4) Physical Activity 

5) Website biz 

And if an 8 hour day commitment to music as my Job with a capital J, it all comes back to Discernment and Values. 

Balance isn’t something you find, it’s something you create.
— Jana Kingsford

Like where's the spot for:

1) Friendships/family

2) Reading

3) Naps

4) Walks 

5) Groceries

I ask this because I wonder, what am I ambitious for? Because ambition, though I admire it's FIRE, often not only stokes my drive but my anxiety/panic ticker... and what's the point in that.

Especially, ESPECIALLY, with what we are all awake to right now, politically. And everything is political. 

What is my stance then? Well... to show up to the work. TO ALL OF THE WORK. the work of being an artist human creature woman. 

....and trust me... there is a fear that the word Balance sounds like an apology, like a throwing in the towel, like a wet blanket. And this is what I am then curious about. What is old school wiring and what is the real true humanity calling. 

Don’t work for appraisal or appreciation, work for your personal growth.
— Sivaprakash Sidhu