regurgitating information (the artists' way)
(this is no longer a newsletter—it is an artist's diary)
"Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music—the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself."
—Henry Miller
what do you value, when it comes to art?
do you need it to improve your life?
once upon a time i was content to provide little value to the world outside of dancing on tables & sharing my delusional yet terminally unique perspective.
examples from my journal (i was teaching english in china, age 19):
august 5, 2006
“I need to get rich & travel and write.
I don’t know what I value. I don’t always like or want the truth. Still get moments of petrification when the concept of death surfaces. I don’t care if I die, I just don’t want to be bored…
Writing is the art of overgeneralization. Lewis wants me to take a creative writing class, but I never heard of a writer who learned something in a workshop. Writers do things the hard way.
I don’t want to be one of those petty regurgitator of information. I don’t know what the fuck I want anymore.”
7 years later and i woke up this week to copy edit an instagram post about dopamine to educate my instagram followers and i felt SO bored o myself…
i had become… a reguritator of information.
so, here i am CREATIVELY WRITING.
i suspect about now, those of you who followed me for PARTY COACH stuff will want to unsubscribe. please do, no hard feelings!
going forward, this newsletter will simply be my ramblings as i write my book...
APATHETIC CAPTALIST
i’ve always known that one day i’ll edit & publish the writing i’ve done every day since age 16. MEMOIRS OF A PARTY COACH or something.
if i do happen to get hit by a bus, the writing is haphazardly but sufficiently labeled in my gmail drive. maybe someone will take an interest, but in true millennial fashion “NO WORRIES IF NOT!”
anyway, somewhere along the way we all have to become capitalists.
i needed to buy nicer sunglasses to wear to raves, so about a decade ago i decided to try my hand at actually HELPING people in exchange for money.
i’ve worked with thousands of clients over the years—in college admissions, yoga, party coaching, you name it—and i take great pride in being a nexus of possibility.
i genuinely like helping people. but only if it feels AUTHENTIC. what’s my litmus test for authenticity? welp, my therapists certainly couldn’t pass it!
there was a period a few years ago i was making $600 an hour as a consultant. gassing up rich kids, helping them write poetically enough to get into princeton.
but every time that money hit my bank account, it felt like i was drinking sand.
however, i will say, i am really proud of the work we’re doing right now with KNOWFUN, the world’s most authentic party network. you can join us right now. after many pivots through PARTY COACH, we arrived at a free app to empower & connect everyone who parties differently (sober, sober curious, intentional, etc) so people can find real connection anywhere, & stop wasting their lives feeling anxious, bored, or alone.
VALUE-LESS WRITING
so this week i restarted THE ARTIST’S WAY, a 12 week spiritual program that helps creatives get unblocked.
i last did the program in 2018 (my first sobriety) and was able to complete a rough draft of a script for a TV show. my first REAL progress as a writer.
which i promptly shelved to pursue a sales/music career fueled by cocaine and people pleasing.
zero regrets about any of this. it was all FOR THE PLOT.
anyway, 4 days into this program, and here i am coming to share some (bad) writing.
this is what a writer does:
overgeneralizes.
enjoy the full spectrum of the throbbing, rich, treasure of life.