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Understanding the Essence of the Artist

Back in 2000 when Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band were on their Reunion Tour, I caught a couple of those shows at Madison Square Garden. Included in the set list in all 10 sold-out New York concerts was American Skin (41 Shots) and it was met with some controlled hostility from the crowd. The song, written about the shooting of unarmed Amadou Diallo by four NYPD officers, expressed what so many of us wondered – even if a mistake is made and you think a wallet is a gun, how is it possible that so many shots are fired? Is it a gun? Is it a knife? Is it a wallet? This is your life I recall thinking how courageous it was for Springsteen to sing it, even in the face of the Patrolmen’s Benevolent Association calling for a boycott. It didn’t feel political so much as humane. All these years later — amidst the throes of my own artistic growth spurts as well as those of my life coaching clients who are mostly creatives — I see it more as necessary than brave. Artists must express. And not just about our broken hearts or sexual hunger or the cool car we had when we were coming of age. Real artists speak from a soul level to what is eating at us, terrorizing our thoughts, cycling through...

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Our Collective Weeping

Maybe we’re all crying. In some form. The tears won’t come, but rage is pouring out of us. And sorrow. And frustration. Instead of the Academy Awards being a celebration of artistic achievement, it becomes three-plus hours of an organization self-flagellating. Not violently, but slowly, methodically. Hours of it. We’re sorry. We’re still sorry. Just when you think we can’t be any sorrier, we’re sorry some more. How grueling. We watched the Academy publicly sob under the guise of comedy. Crying. Something, something, something must change. We’re vulnerable. We feel it down to our quivering bones. So we obsessively...

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