Can’t wait to watch Rami Malek embody the world’s most glamorous and fearless rock star. I’ll see you at the movies November 2nd, when #bohemianrhapsody drops. Freddie Mercury and Queen reminds me of my dad. Whenever I hear a Queen song, I’m instantly transported back to the passenger seat of my dad’s old Mazda, screaming, “We will rock you,” at the top of our lungs. Every time Bohemian Rhapsody came on, my dad, a former radio DJ in Seoul, South Korea, would always say, “Everyone said a six minute song on the radio would never work, but what did they know?” My dad still has an old Queen vinyl signed by the band, their signatures smeared by the rain that day in Seoul, as he was walking out of a hotel room, having just finished an interview with Roger Taylor. I’m excited to see this new Queen biopic. It might be time to make a trip to see my pops so we can watch it together. #Queen #singersongwriter #mondaymotivation #partner #ad
It's bittersweet that it's the last Warped Tour. Thank you Kevin Lyman for bringing together so many folks with music, and for letting Meg & Dia be a part of it for THREE full tours. Wow. I feel like I grew up on Warped...Made friends, learned how to play live, & what hard work was. Year 1, we played in a tiny tent in the dirt, and built the stage ourselves. We were all up everyday at 6:30 a.m. getting ready to walk the lines. (Sell CD’s with a disc man to people waiting before doors opened). Some big bands would sometimes come watch us & support us. (Shout out to Jesse from Motion City Soundtrack) One band was Saves the Day. When Chris Conley watched our set, I about died. Here's to those memories of growing up. Here’s to a guy believing in us and giving a tiny, no name band support and encouragement. This one’s for all of you who used to scream Saves The Day songs with your best friends, driving in shit cars late at night in a small town. 🎸: orange wood guitars • • #atyourfuneral #savestheday #warpedtour #warpedtour2018 #meganddia
“It’s the first time in my life that I’ve met someone whose fate is not predictable, someone whose paths in life still remain open, someone who is fresh and full of possibility. Is my fate already written all over my face? But if, in our world, there is any chance of becoming the person you haven’t yet become....will I know how to seize that chance?” - Muriel Barbery from “The elegance of the Hedgehog.”🦔 ❤️ 📚 ❤️🦔
There’s been a lot of sadness this past week. It’s easier than we think to get yourself deep into a dark corner. I can understand the feeling. I headed off to the beach to enjoy the ocean air and wrote down 20 things I’m grateful for. I’ve found that starting my day out with a list of gratitude often helps to get me centered. Check up on your loved ones. Keep them close. And be safe out there. Sending a hug from the LA sunshine.
How to make Writer’s Block your bitch in 5 easy steps So, I’ve been working on a new record recently. (Can’t wait to share!) And for the first time in a long while, I’ve had a terrible case of the dreaded Writer’s Block. It sounds like a disease because it feels like one. For anyone who’s ever caught it, well, you know it can feel like an all-encompassing void. And it’s frustrating because you see the cake: pink frosting, edible flower petals, mixed berry whip compote, but you feel like you don’t have any of the ingredients. Nothing. Zip. Nada. So, if you’re anything like me, you shrug your shoulders, claim that “it’s not here” today, whatever that means, and go grab a drink at the bar down the street and hope that magic strikes when you wake up hungover the next promising day. Well, I’ll tell you from experience (and some more experience, and even more experience) that that doesn’t work. Here’s what does… I promise. Hang in there, and pretty soon you’ll be on your way to that one special song, that vibrant screenplay, that monochromatic acrylic masterpiece that’s gonna make your living room look like you’ve been time warped to the Getty. READ!!! Simple enough, right? But I’m serious. If you’re not taking in how can you put out? Every morning, I read 30 minutes to get my brain moving. Classic literature is a plus, but for me lately, it’s been self help books, because I’m perfect and my life is amazing, and I’m really just reading them to help OTHER people. Not me. I’m great. Really. Okay…moving on. GO FOR A WALK. Don’t question it. Just go outside, get some sun, and move your body. When I went in the other day to sit with my pregnant BF at the Doctor’s office, her Doctor told us that “light therapy,” aka “get your ass out in the sun,” helps pregnant women battle depression. If it has those kinds of magical powers, imagine what it can do for you! DO IT ANYWAY, EVERYDAY. I’m not going to elaborate on that one. LIVE YOUR LIFE. If you get stuck, go out and visit a friend, grab a coffee and people watch, talk to a stranger, see an inspirational film, watch a documentary on people that are very different from you and work that empathic muscle. BE BORED. This one is the most important step. Turn off your phone! Put it in a shoe box. I promise you, you’ll live without it for a couple of hours. Let your mind get bored. Let it wander. I’ve thought of my best ideas when I’ve been bored…a song lyric when I went on a walk without my phone. A screenplay idea when I was driving 7 hours long distance in silence. A great April Fool’s joke to play on my mom when my phone died and I was waiting at the DMV. Do it. Bored people are not always boring people. Trust me. The next time you’re waiting in line for your coffee, sit there, and don’t click on your Angry Birds app. Something magical might just happen.
THAT'S A WRAP! Tonight was the final show of Extremities! (A play by William Mastrosimone). I learned a lot walking around in Patricia's shoes, battled some nerves, and finally got to a space where I felt some freedom. I've definitely caught the Theatre bug and hope to do more plays in the future. Thank you to the Sidewalk Studio Theatre in LA for hosting us, and thank you everyone who came out and supported us! It was a tiny production, but we put our hearts into telling the story.