I'm afraid now to practice the work of someone else. I want to get it. I want to flounder and fall into something and make it feel like a discovery. I don't want to be shown. I know we are always shown – I wanted a little more mystery about it.
But if I listen to my fear its telling me that it would be a big challenge. I am afraid to know a sing. To be able to sing it. I'm afraid that I cannot do it. I'm afraid to try.
I realized this I drove over to jam at Orchard Road. I played the album I bought at the Madison Market and tried to grumble along with the song. “If I make it up” I think to myself “it can't be wrong. It is whatever I want to be for the moment.”
But I am a beginning to realize it is necessary choice. Because everything is a remix.