Flames Tour, Purple Quake, and Ramblings from Tokyo.

I’ve been back here in Japan for about a week and half now and the weather has been all over the board.  It has been substantially warm during the day and mild at night, but as I write this, I’m simultaneously being soothed by the sounds of pitter patter if you will from outside the second story window of my singer's office.  I got here a day late due to some Air Canada mishaps which forced me to stay in Toronto for 24 hrs, thus missing the 1st rehearsal by just a couple hours really.  But, 2 solid sessions with new drummer Dean Kennedy proved not only his talent but his professionalism.  It’s be a pleasure so far sharing the stage with him.  The first three shows were intense to say the least; AWESOME, but intense.  Tomorrow the tour picks back up with a 10 day stretch of shows…bring it.

April 24th, Shibuya Club Asia  

April 24th, Shibuya Club Asia  

Shortly before my departure, we lost Prince.  I’ll be the first to admit that throughout the years growing up, I never truly picked up on what he was doing.  I was a little biased back then, and when I was properly introduced to Purple Rain in the year 2008, I gained a lot of respect for him as an artist, however, it wasn’t until fairly recently I truly started to enjoy what he was doing musically.  Not all of it, but a lot of it.  That being said, as a guitar player, its been a major hit.  The rush of videos, pictures, and heavily bittersweet social media posts have been actually quite inspiring for me.  I feel we learn so much more about an artist’s work after an unfortunately abrupt passing, or even a somewhat expected passing. 

The uprise of people sharing memories and thoughts of such an overwhelming outpouring of emotion and heart will unfortunately never cease to usher in the negativity on primarily FACEBOOK.  Many people’s posts saying things like “Oh now everyones a Prince fan” or similar pointless and negative “cries for a rise” from their beloved news feed which they depend on to validate their status and overall worth on a daily basis.  I will say this, Don’t be that person.  

First of all, when your Facebook “news feed” is filled with useless memes about useless shit, politics (and people who invest WAY too much of themselves in politics to the point where they unknowingly devalue themselves and their personal worth), and falsely glorified celebrities and sports players, there’s a pretty good chance you won’t find stuff of artistic and spiritual value in that feed.  As soon as something you don’t understand or like becomes a headline next to your Beyonce GIF, or your celebrity click bait, you need not add any negativity to the pot, just keep scrolling…I’m sure there’s a grumpy cat if you scroll further.  This is not a generalization, i swear.  If Facebook is a source of inspiration to you and you’re aware of it, carry on.  

 

Be inspired and allow your heart to be warmed by these types of posts that display personal meaning behind the music, or personal experiences.  Who cares is someones actually been a fan for 30 years! When something as sad and painful as death surfaces, there is no right or wrong way to deal with it whether you personally know someone or not, and no one is better or worse at it than another.  When someone who creates something beautiful you resonate with punches out, allow yourself to work through the emotions…there’s no right or wrong.  So before you rain on a parade of people in mourning at ANY level, simply pump the breaks and move on…don’t be another source of useless negativity.  There is already PLENTY.  

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On that note…I want to thank everyone for the well wishes and best of luck over here.  In regards to the recent earthquake activity on Kyushu Island: just hoping for the best when we head that way next week.  My heart goes out to the people affected by these quakes…stay strong.  Rest In Purple Prince! See you on the road! Lay off the FaceBook and the NEWS! 

 

Cheers!

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Studio away from home. Working all the time  

Studio away from home. Working all the time