When You're An Artist, Nobody Ever Tells

If Your Writing Is Good, If It Resonates, If It Connects The Dots For Anybody Out There, The Lovers Will Come, The Haters Will Come, Support Will Come — Sometimes In The Form Of Money, Sometimes In The Form Of Something Less Expected — And It Balances.

There's A Part Of Me That Is Really, Really Happy With All Of My Success Lately Because Of What It Can Get Me And What It Can Buy Me In The Fact That My Music Will Hopefully Reach More People. But It Also Makes Me A Little Bit Miserable Because The Minute The Spotlight Is On You, People Start Flinging Sh*t At You For Whatever Reason.

I'm Still Trying To Express My Truth, My Place In The World, My Belief.

The Perfect Tools Aren't Going To Help Us If We Can't Face Each Other And Give And Receive Fearlessly, But More Important, To Ask Without Shame.

Life As It Should Be: All Friends, All Art, All Music, All Love, All The Time.