if i look back, i am lost
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@charlottescobweb
I felt this same way about my Xanga and MySpace. But 10 years later and all those memories are gone because the companies shut down or changed direction and lost or got rid of the data.
Experience life. Those memories will last longer.
Stop looking for happiness in the same place you lost it.
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I can relate to this
Seeing Angel Haze Live for the 1st Time
There’s an influx of emotions that happen when seeing ONE of your favorite artists, IF NOT the #1 artist on your list of musicians that you connect to.
Angel Haze is my 1. My spirit animal. If I could sing and my epitome defined who I felt I really was in my soul... Angel Haze would be it. Bitch can sing and rap with this beautiful masculinity about her. I’d sink to my knees for her.
“You’re my sweetest pleasure, I’m your biggest sin.” A couple years after discovering her from her remix of “Same Love,” I inevitably fell in love with her sameness. Her sameness in myself of feeling alone, feeling loved, feeling idolized yet feeling like no one can understand who you are. I come alive listening to her music.
Countless times after trying to gain her attention via social media (since that’s all I have as an average joan), she announced her tour and 1st stop was muthafuckin Oakland, California.
There’s something about the anticipation of seeing your favorite artist live for the first time. In my mind I was expecting this crazy crowd, her miles away and me (standing at barely 5′1) being lost in a sea of people, only able to see the tops of people’s heads and glances of my favorite artist in-between the sways of the crowd.
The day FINALLY arrived and goosebumps, butterflies and whatever nervous feelings of anticipations took over my soul. At the venue, I look around like.. yo.. there’s less than 100 people here. My mind flooded with holy shit, she’ll probably see me in my eyes... this will be the closest I will ever be to her in my life because in less than a year she’ll be bigger than this and I’ll be lost in the sea of new fans.
At the 18+ show, I’m there at 27 feeling old AF. With 18 year olds trying to sneak into the alcohol section, the bouncer sleeping at his post, a weak ass opening DJ and some expensive drinks later... Angel muthafuckin Haze took the stage.
The anxiety and excitement of hoping she sounds like she does on her tracks, hopefulness of making a connection with the artist and the sweet relief of smoking a blunt... IRL, with your favorite artist singing your favorite song, just feet away from you.. my mind/body/soul felt connected.
As a LEGIT fan... I look around at everyone around me.. Thoughts of “Oh you don’t know this mixtape track? You must be a noob” flood me with every song.
Something changes after seeing your favorite artist live for the first time. Every note. Every melody. Every. Single. Beat. hits you differently.
Nothing ruins an artist to me more than hearing their LIVE version of their song sounding and feeling different than when you listen to it at home in headphones. Angel Haze Did NOT Disappoint. Every track felt like I was vibing on my own in headphones at home. Every track had the emotion (if not more) than what I felt listening.
I can’t help but feel like I’ll NEVER be that close to her again. Embrace the moment. Don’t focus on recording or taking pictures. But when you’re in the presence of someone expressing their HEART, SOUL, and private thoughts... nothing compares.
I listen to the same tracks now at home, a week after the concert and I can feel the conviction, the pain, the suffering and the honesty in every single line.
Shoulda, coulda, woulda: I wish I would have reached my hand out to touch hers when she was less than a foot away from me.
I wish I could have stood out in the crowd from the rest.
The anticipation, the excitement, the connection.... can never be replaced after that first live performance. But the love and admiration for the artist has never grown stronger.
I fucking live for LIVE music. #angelhaze #bttwworld #backtothewoods
There’s something about being at a concert where your absolute favorite artist is performing. When you know EVERY word to EVERY song that they perform. Especially the deep tracks. The deep tracks when everyone else in the crowd sits down because they don’t know it but you’re still vibing, more than ever, singing every word right back at the stage.
When the music gets you higher, you forget what else is going on in your life because in this moment, your actually watching the artist pour their heart out in their lyrics and in their melody.
My heart was racing hours before even going to the show. And even though I already saw her at Coachella, knowing that this concert was her first time out on her own tour I felt such a strong support and connection with the artist and wanting to show how much the music means and is a part of my daily life.
Thanks for sailing your soul with us jheneaiko Your energy and good vibes in SF are engraved in my soul.
So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism.
Jon Krakauer
True love needs patience. If you really want to help, you have to be patient. I know that in order to help these people, we have to be very patient. My tendency is to tell them that a person without roots cannot be a happy person. You have to go back to your roots. You have to go back to your family. You have to go back to your culture. You have to go back to your church. However, that is exactly what they don’t want to do, and they often become angry when we try to tell them so. A tree without roots cannot survive. A person without roots cannot survive either.
Helpful Words: A Tree Without Roots Cannot Survive
On a quest for greatness, to make an impact and leave a trail.
ready for more ….
YES PLEASE, I'm ready, I'm ready!
The power of music is real.
Strangers having a jam session.
C'est la vie.
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Peace in my heart, peace in my soul. Wherever I go, I'm already home.
jheneaiko
Not only am I a huge fan of her music, her sultry voice and the honesty in her lyrics; there's something about her soul that is extremely calming and powerful. Keep doing you, jheneaiko. Love the positivity. I'll be making my way front row at coachella.
My favorite quotes from her dope cover interview for @complexmagazine:
Waves of sadness crashing against shores of unsureness...
Throughout the ages, humankind has worshipped the sun in some type of way. That energy is the reason we're here, why our planet is what it is.
He has a story about how there's no difference between the water and wave. There's no such thing as birth and death because the wave cannot die; it's all water. Things manifest when the conditions are right, and they don't manifest when they're not right. But there are no ends, no beginnings, just continuation. - jheneaiko, Complex Magazine
Made this little video edit of the video clips Complex had on the cover story. With just a taste of one of my favorite Jhené tracks - 3:16am.
So.. that is a normal feeling? Guess I gotta be more nurturing!
Excerpt from.. How much money you should be making in your 20s.
You should be making enough money to buy your own groceries, to think that bread is overpriced and milk and cheese will go the furthest for your buck.
You should be making enough to have your own apartment, shared with one, two or three others.
You should be making enough to eat, but never feel completely full.
You should be making enough to go out once a week and get drunk enough to cab it home, but worry about affording brunch the next morning.
You should be making enough to buy wine for $12 a bottle.
You should be making enough to never feel poor but have to wonder what it’s like to have money.
You should be making enough to have a bed but never a headboard.
You should be making enough to sleep on sheets but never a full thread count.
You should be making enough to go to bars, but not without pregaming just a little.
You should be making enough to feel like you can do anything, but know it’s all really nothing.
You should be making enough to be able to travel the world but never see the inside of a hotel.
You should be making enough to buy coffee in the morning but lament how expensive it’s become.
You should be making enough to go shopping but return everything you buy because you really don’t need new clothes.
You should be making enough to go to the movies, but only when it’s something you HAVE to see.
You should be making enough to smoke weed but worry about where your next eighth will come from.
You should be making enough to travel on trains but never in style.
You should be making enough to eat lobster, but only when in Maine.
You should be making enough to buy a car, but only because it’s falling apart and you’re gonna use it to travel across states.
You should be making enough to go to the Plaza, but only to sit in the lobby for drinks.
You should be making enough to buy yourself some new shoes, but only because they’re for a once-in-a-lifetime date.
You should be making enough to take a woman out to dinner but eat in for the next few nights.
You should be making enough to order takeout, but only if it’s the lunch special.
You should be making enough to buy a new computer, but only because you are going to write a best-selling novel.
You should be making enough to own a cat, but only feed it dry food.
You should be making enough to pick up the check, but only because they’d do it for you.
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