Joy
The morning started with beautiful note from a new and dear friend who recently discovered my album, "Can't Go Back" - which was released 15 years ago, without the benefit of a marketing budget, and my efforts to self market were met with ridicule, along with rejection of my proposed video ideas... So, I stepped back, and decided to instead focus my communication skillset on a neighborhood issue about a sidewalk, which was really not about the sidewalk, but about politics, communication, and how people will do just about anything to silence the truth when it gets in the way of their agenda. It's complicated.
Anyway, her words brought me to tears of joy and relief.
If I still felt the need to be running on the music biz hype treadmill, I would share her words. But I'm not on that treadmill. And since her words were sent to me privately, that is where they will remain, unless and until she decides to share them.
Sorrow
Violence. I don't condone it or recommend it, except when it is necessary for self defense.
The most eloquent words I have read so far on the Charlie Kirk assassination can be found on Mary Geddry's Substack Note:
Substack's Notes seem to be where most writers migrated to after Elon took over X and hopped on the T train.
Anyway, that is all I have for now.
As always, I wish you love in your heart and peace in your soul.
Ox,
Mari
p.s. I would have written this on my own Substack, but the Android app is so bad, I had to delete it from my phone. If you have the means and desire to support my writing efforts or my efforts to make more music, please feel free to do so. Or not.
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