The Art of a Songbird.

You have to fully love every word.
Feel it to its core then let it be.
It must shatter all bravery.
It must let go of pride.
Bare naked bones.
It must be sung, that message must be heard.
Every word jumping off every taste bud.
Every time the first time.
Flighting emotional Lillypads.
For only a moment.
So brief.
So present.
You have to fully love every word.
Otherwise quit now.

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A Trip to the Amazon.

There are many things I don't know.  Things I may not understand but certain truths I know within the core of my being to be true.  Like when theres something in the air, a hypersensitive instinct that foreshadows a change in the tide.  The lessons of life will continue to hit you until you learn and graduate to the next stage, the problem?  It usually comes all at once.  Job, family, money..crash.  Out of balance, everything.  I sense that living in New York has a lot to do with it, its tricky to explain but I feel the lessons come to you here harder, more abrupt and at a faster rate.  It has an intense power.  Like a bully in the playground, she points out the zit on your nose.  Teases you about your freckles and calls you four-eyes.  The energy you sense, you feel and you take on.

There is stunning beauty in this mess.  In this downfall.  You repair what needs the most mending, what shattered into a million pieces right before your eyes.  New York kicks up the dust in your life.  Its more then just a bad day, the shadow it casts makes me feel as if I may never see the sun again.  When you take risks, when you leave what you know behind in search of truth within yourself you often feel like your ground is as thick as cotton candy.  You don't know of bravery or courage, when your New York lesson is about to hit.  People around you will leave, just wont understand and thats the hardest truth yet.  So your constantly justifying what you adventured to do while they judge themselves for things they didn't.  Then you remember what it took to get where you currently are.  This many will never understand.  In order to be an artist, you sign up for the highs and the lows.  And a true one NEVER happen overnight.

The lows are very deep and muddy.  I always see myself at a slow crawl.  Feels like I'm in the Amazon or something.  Mud thick to my thighs, salt dripping into the cuts from thick brush.  Each limb covered in the thickest of muck.  For miles there is no path, no clearing.  It has consumed me.  All I see is the slightest hint of pink and orange so far off in the distance I feel my mind is playing tricks on me.  The more I lift each limb, the closer I become even though its still so faint.  I have been here so many damn times, that the trees are marked by a red X.  Then I know I will find myself out of all of this.  Im used to this feeling and most things get much worst before they get better.  You get very used to being alone within your journey when you are brave enough to shed yourself of everything familiar.   There are many things I don't know, but this I know for sure.

Venice Beach

I live in Brooklyn and when things feel out of place I often go to Coney Island to see my biggest inspiration, the ocean.  Now Coney Island reminds me of  a bad 80's movie.  I find myself dodging shards of glass and every square inch is covered with a pasty white dude wearing a forbidden speedo.   The upkeep of this beach is embarrassing but its the ocean so I am willing to overlook it.  My greatest ideas, my most internal conversation happens to be between the ocean and I.

I could smell the salt the moment I landed in LA.  I have never been to the West coast.  It is beautiful, perhaps everything that New York isn't. Crisp air shocked my lungs and the peaceful non ego souls were a welcomed surprise.  I wasn't in New York anymore.  The boardwalk, the endless sand and then there was the ocean.  My dear friend.  I have missed you everyday of my life.  Blue, crashing waves and the mist of salt water to my face and the kiss of the sun.  I become still, I take in every moment.  It is here when I fall into the most peaceful meditative permeant frame of mind without effort.  I am one with everything around me, the world becomes so vast and endless.  It unlocks my mind.   Now this may seem as if I am smoking the best organic did I mention LEGAL marijuana here, but there is no need for that when you are in the presence of something truly breathtaking.  The vibe here is already trippy.  Although someone gave us a pot cookie within an hour of arriving here, that story to come later.  

This makes me want to travel everywhere.  To experience, to eat to go.  New York may be the mecca of many things but its bias and massive.  Its always taking, its rarely simple.  The ocean is what it is.  The waves flirt with your eyes like a flicking flame.  Mysterious, constant and unruly.  If what you want in this world are answers quiet yourself by something beautiful so you can hear the bigger picture.  So you can reflect on what is and what was.  I am grateful for my time here in Venice, for my time here with my dear friend the ocean.  I have missed you.

  

Dani Erin

Danierinmusic.com has become a evolution of the first idea I had steaming from Dani & The Mad Men.    It starts from an idea and starts to change and evolve always keeping the fundamental core love for really great classic music.  The footage is live and I couldn't be more happy and excited for it.

The real fact remains that there was 3 months where I didn't write, in those dark times I wanted to give up most days.  The real truth is that I still had an amber in my heart, it wasnt completely dead. The fire was still there just had to evolve the next idea.  Its in those times that many do call it quits and then you never see where it may have gone.  You will always wonder.  The train slowly gets back on track and I am excited to represent original art.  My ideas, my voice, my music and I only hope to inspire in others a bravery I hold close to my heart.

So go to danierinmusic.com, support art and take it for what it is.  Sometimes the greatest gifts are simple, not mass-produced.  No smoke and mirrors.  Just honest, what I have been saying all along.

The New Chapter

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5 months.

Its the longest road.  5 months of my new world, a world stripped of most familiarity.  I miss my family.  Admitting it most surly feels like I swallowed an acorn.  I swell with rain in my eyes. I went too long.  You shut it off long enough to not feel what missing someone feels like, the more intense the love the pipe begins to rust.  The water erodes and wears, overlook it too long and the pipe breaks and lets out such a intense gush.  In order to continue on in this journey I have learned that one gets good at this turning off process because when you truly love someone and are away from them, on most days it kills you.   When you love 10 people intensely, it gives such an ache in your soul when you cant physically kiss them.  Hug them just sit with them...just be with them.

You miss birthdays, events.  Life events, sometimes just the day to day which is exciting enough.  5 months was too long.  Some days you feel forgotten, that they are moving on without you.  Its too long to go without the ones that protect you, love you not because they have to but because they are a part of you.  Without even one of them there is always a piece missing, I cant imagine how it feels for them.  The missing is like a black cloud over my entire days leading up to when I go home.  Because what matters is beyond anything I could ever have here.  The hometown isn't much, but its perfect.  The food isn't that great but its not what feeds you.  The laughter of hearing my brothers kids is just just.... I cant really put that one in words.  When I wake up I see everyone around me and know I am home and thats a feeling New York could never give unless all 10 of them were here.

7 days to make up for a long 5 months.  

The Wonder

My heart swells with an intense love for I again am doing what I love.  My clouds came in the moment the music stopped playing.  Sometimes I feel like my soul is one giant record player.  But it stopped.  The needle didn't follow the grind of the record.  I heard nothing just people talking.  I write often about when you fall out of love with the one thing that feeds you.  I ate but was starving.  I loved but was always searching.  It has been a long road.  Confronted by all the fears you never realized you had.  New York brings things to you at a more intense rate.  Your strength is always tested, your weaknesses are always exposed.  The learning curve sometimes wrecks my brain.  But then you think of your story and know so far deep down that this happened to you for some odd reason and if you gave up now you still would wonder.  This wonder would most certainly take my last breath from me.  This wonder would make me search for the rest of my life.  It would kill me.

I am on my second journey of creating music.  Its the only thing that actually makes sense to me at this point.   The music is the best I have done to date.  If I would have given up, if you gave up during the process you will always wonder.  You will sit there with a half written book, pages tore and thrown away.  You will always paint your ending instead of living it out.  The doors are more open now, the instinct sharper.  I said before that I was in round 35 and had one swing left in me, I was actually in round 10 with much more to go.  Your reality seems much harsher then it actually is.

Here's to my new love affair with music..and in whatever you are doing just remember you are probably not done yet.  Keep going and remember its round 10 not 35 and you always one more punch.