Helping Lea Lea Make her Album
If the last year of my life has shown me anything, it is simply: whatever dreams, intensions, hopes (etc.) you put out into the universe --- like a boomerang - they will come back. I've lived a whole 27 years, and finally in my 26th year, I've witnessed the pattern enough times to believe it and finally blend it in with my mantra.
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((Keep your dreams alive! If you've lost your dreams, what do you have to live for?!))
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I've always lived paycheck to paycheck; it's not abnormal to be unsure of my monetary input for the next month. Most artists know about the struggle. It's real. But, sometimes it gets a little too real. Sometimes you wake up at 12:30 am, go out to your car to find your window carelessly busted into tiny fragmented shards and all of your personal items thrown about everywhere and - - -
Oh, yea... of course - - -
Your bookbag is gone and - - -
Yep, your computer full of precious irreplacable data is gone.
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
Whats the point in feeling sorry for yourself? Whats the point in any of this? Why was this the ONE time that you left your bookbag in your car? Why?
At the time of the incident, I didn't worry about monetary issues. I was upset my memories and creative ideas were gone, but I took this as a fresh start and - well, this kind of thing is what insurance is for, right?
(HA!)
Nope.
Apparently not.
Your car insurance that you throw all of your money into? Naw - they aren't going to cover any of it. Not even the broken window.
As a single mother, who is an aspiring musician/creative type unwilling to settle down into a regular ol' 9-5, it has been a bit difficult finding my footing in the society we were bred into. I'm a hands on person - I love to make and create and explore and and and and - nooo (!) I don't want to sit inside an office all day. I want to work on a farm. I want to be outside. I want to build useful tools. I want to help the helpless. I want to repaint the picture of life.
In my perspective, repetition creates stagnancy. I want to cultivate a life full of color and spontaniety. At the core of it all, we are a nomadic breed and while comfort is soothing, comfort puts you to sleep. And I want to stay awake!
The last year of my life, I've gotten by via odd jobs, musical jobs, (and thanks to our modern society) ride shares and the film industry. I live by my means, and with a frugal mentality, I've been able to successfully stay afloat (all while allowing my creative flow to flourish). I'm a recording artist, so I love to keep my computer with me and when the time is right, I ride the wave and create a soundscape.
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My motivation in music is to shed light on the dark - to create balance - to highlight the beauty of nature - to heal - to strenghthen - to encourage.
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I've been working on piecing together an EP/demo for the last year and recording it on my computer (per usual). By this point last week, my computer was completely full of songs, song ideas, finished and unfinished, video clips for potential music vid ideas, and thousands of photos and videos - memories from the last year of my daughter and friends. I reached max capacity of my computing limit. I was due for a backup. I finally found a hardrive to support the copious amount of data I had acquired. I was going to back it up yesterday.
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But all of that is gone now.
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Soooo, here I am.
Broken window. Broken heart. Broken wallet.
They may steal my things, but they can't steal my dreams.
I've thought about it for a while. I looked inward. How am I going to grow from this?
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I turned this inconsiderate act of hate into a motivation to produce more.
It gave me a new appreciation for life and all of the luxuries that I have with what little I "have".
It highlighted the insignificance of material things, especially when my daughter expressed how much more people matter than the "things" we possess.
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So, with the means that I have now - I'm going ((old school)) to record a live tape EP to help raise funds for the replacement of the things I lost and the cost to produce the EP. I'm in a pretty tight spot, so every little bit will help. If you can't donate, please share my cause - if you can, you will recieve various levels of ep's, tapes, handmade items and all the love.
Donator Prizes -
5$ - mp3 download & mentioned in thank you section
10$ - ^ & limited CD
20$ - ^ & limited tape
30$ - ^ & lealea made shirt
50$ - ^ & lealea made crochet pouch
75$ - ^ & lealea made crochet hat
100$ - ^ & lealea made leather pouch
500$ - ^ & private local show
1000$ - ^ (+travel) private non-local show
Thank you for your love and your precious time.
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my daughter's favorite song:
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.
love. love. love.
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