This morning I read my favorite blogger Maria Popova’s brilliant post in honor of Oliver Sacks’ birthday, wherein she quotes and interprets Sacks’ account of a harrowing and defining life-death struggle he once had on a Norwegian fjord. He recalls his workaround for ambulating with a newly mangled leg, using his three good limbs. After some time, he finds a rhythm, aided by a song he sang to keep pace. He says, “I no longer had to think about going too fast or too slow. I got into the music, got into the swing, and this ensured that my tempo was right. I found myself perfectly co-ordinated by the rhythm – or perhaps subordinated would be a better term: the musical beat was generated within me, and all my muscles responded obediently.”
Maria reminds us of Nietsche’s concurring observation: we “listen with our muscles.” I’ll third that. Especially this morning.
I have a delicious morning walk ritual. It’s a simple walk, not even very long, and always along the same path, but my usual boredom around sameness is somehow transmuted on these walks by their sheer… not sameness. Every single day is different. I follow the slow change of the seasons, smell the unique smell of each day, act as city-monitor, pulse-feeler, humidity-interpreter, animal whisperer, birdwatcher, dog-conjurer. And this same-but-different daily structure allows me to grok my own pulse. How I feel in response to a wave from a stranger, how I respond to a squirrel’s frozen pose 6 feet away–how I’m vibrating internally–becomes clear over the course of the journey: “I’m kind of sad.” or “I can’t believe how all this is here for me!… these birds, this air to breathe…” or “I’m sore from weeding yesterday.” or “I don’t want to be around people right now.” or “People are amazing!… every face is like biological art!”
Usually I turn on music when I begin the walk. I pick what I want to hear before I start. Or sometimes I put the player on shuffle, if I’m feeling open (I have so many thoughts on the mysteries of iTunes shuffle. But that’s for another post). But today my mind must have been racing, because I forgot to turn the music on, and when I remembered and Tears for Fears’ “Shout” began its percussive intro, my body responded. My muscles processed that song. My gait changed, my arms swung with authenticity, my neurons chilled out, and a sort of syrupy rhythm conducted me through that block. I’m aware this isn’t a rocket-science discovery, and this cause-and-effect relationship was top of my brain, having just read Maria’s post… but definitively, pre-song vs. post song was night-and-day, and this shift had the effect of crystallizing my understanding of my role as a musician.
One big block of thought came to me, and I’m now interpreting it: that I am a crafter and interpreter of vibration, that I am myself a ball of vibration, that all humans and all things are vibration, that I must feel internally what I wish to express externally in order for there to be any genuineness (alignment) to my work, that what is aligned is strong, that what is misaligned is ok too because its identification can lead to alignment, and that if I am a crafter and interpreter of vibration, being myself made of vibration, I cannot for one second pretend that my inner vibrations cannot be felt by the muscles and guts of others. I cannot effectively sing about one thing and be feeling another. It won’t carry. We are always singing about what we’re feeling… there’s no way not to. We’re always being just what we are.
Wearing a song like a costume is never a convincing effort. The listener will, in the end, understand more about the performer (on a level that Robert Heinlein might call grokking), but the misalignment between the performer’s inner world and the outward “message” muddles things, and leaves the listener feeling deceived. So the listener isn’t moved by the performance. The listener may like it, but only to the extent that our brains can tell a good story about why we should like it (“All my friends dig this; this is what cool people are listening to”; or “This is complex. Not everybody gets it. I feel clever when I hear this and tell other people about it”). That liking might be very strong, but it’s a brain-liking, not a whole-body liking. It doesn’t have the capacity to affect a worldview, usher an emotion through its full course, compel a person to dance alone. But if the performer is truly aligned with the song, as if the song were a porous skin that allowed all inner vibration to join it and all combined vibration to escape, you hear all of that person, in their imperfection and humanity and idiosyncracy, which unlocks all of that in the listener.
There are days when I want to hide parts of myself. Thankfully, though, I have a job that encourages showing up fully. So when I get an “Arrr… I don’t wanna go to work” feeling, it comes not from being in a place of relaxation and resisting labor, but from being in a place of labored resistance and fearing true relaxation. And my job at that point is not to “suck it up”, but to open, allow, breathe, slow down. Only then can I interpret the full spectrum of my vibration, and render a complimentary one to sing.
Why I Used to Do Everything
I guess it’s because, from my vantage point, it’s the way things have always been done. Indie bands are DIY people — we play mini-CEO’s as well as every employee: poster-hanger, tshirt designer, merchandise hocker, accountant, booker, negotiator, and when we decide we’ve hit critical mass and must hand off some of these jobs to other people, we turn into business-to-business salespeople. Oh, and we’re songwriters and performers. And actors in videos. And interviewees. And public speakers. We have jobs. I’ve been like the female version of Steve Jobs. Stephanie Jobs.
We do all these jobs because we think we are the best at doing these jobs. By “we”, I mean me, my band members, most indie bands, most people working on a tiny and unreliable budget. Only we truly know what we’re trying to say, what layout on a poster really conveys our soul’s mission to the populace, what deal we’re willing to give a fan who comes to the merch table with $4.32 in change.
Why it Didn’t Work
I didn’t get to write enough songs. I was bad at a lot of my jobs. I burned out.
What I Did About It
I came off the road. I went to acting school.
What That Taught Me
The hiatus was a killer zoom-out (you can read about my then-perception of it here and here, but time has a way of crystallizing things). I got to look at my Life as opposed to my life situation. I went to acting school. I learned how to be vulnerable, to really see and be seen. I learned to acknowledge my weaknesses and get help from other people. And in the process, it became clear that I had been hiding behind all my DIY-ness… always busy, always ready with an excuse not to get involved in some questionable social situation, fortified with the slightly overconfident air of the industrious. The biggest thing I got to hide, though, was that I wasn’t very good at a lot of the things I was doing. This sort of came as a relief, because hiding that kind of stuff takes work, if you think about it… all that defending against the help other people are offering… plus, once I said “I don’t know shit about how to make a meaningful Excel spreadsheet” out loud, the sheer truth of it was like a sweet bath in warm whiskey. Maybe I didn’t have to ever do one. Maybe someone else would do it for me. Maybe I can write a bunch more songs instead of plugging in numbers or worrying if I’ve remembered to plug in numbers or feeling like a dummy who should know more about plugging in numbers.
2.0 (Bear With Me While I Work This Out in Real Time)
So I’ve been slowly changing my mind about what I do myself vs. what I farm out to someone else to do. Then I read this blog post the other day, which kind of sped up my thinking on this. A brief synopsis: the author, Brian Hood, a music producer for metal bands, was DIY-ing it and growing annoyed knowing that his income and success were directly tied to the number of hours he was working. He felt what I felt just before the hiatus: that I will always be the bottleneck in my own career… and Brian slapped the kicker on me when I read, “This may come as no surprise to you, but anyone who owns a scalable business looks down on people like us with a bit of smug pity.”
Mmmmmmkay…. so I have something to learn from big, scalable businesses. They do things differently. According to Brian, their CEO’s don’t work in their businesses… they work on them. Right. But whaaaa….? I started googling “work on your business…” and got auto-completed with “and not in your business”. OK, people are already onto this. Clearly I am not a pioneer. A NY Times blog gave me 10 steps to becoming the new scalable-business me.
After I read that, I reread the part of Brian’s post about the 80/20 rule (a principle dating back to the 1800’s and Italian economist Vilfredo Pareto). According to the Pareto principle, 80% of effects come from 20% of causes.
[I should tell you that, at this point in my post, I really am writing in real time. None of the following was worked out in my head before writing it.]
So Brian seems to interpret the 80/20 rule as an onus to determine the things that are producing most of the good effects, and focus on those…. or something. Maybe this is where Brian strays a little bit from the actual application of the Pareto principle, but regardless, the google/blog rabbit hole lead me to think about the subset of things I do on a regular basis that are satisfying, connective, artful, and mind-expanding for me, as I know that those things are the most critical supporters of my “mission” in music and life, which is [Let me think about this.] to produce the most authentic (true to me) work possible and to effectively offer it to the souls of any other beings who might be moved by it. Here’s what I come up with as I brainstorm, right now:
Dohhhhhh! No surprise that businessy things did not make this list (thank gods that Chuckie is our booker and I just hired an assistant to do the numbers and show advancing), but what is enlightening is what did make the list that I haven’t been thinking of as part of my business. My morning ritual (8-11am) includes a bunch of these things. And they’re totally critical to getting me in the space to do everything that my mission requires.
OK, so now I have to name the things I don’t like doing but I still think are necessary:
[Let me interject here that I have a really awesome life. In actuality, I spend a lot of time doing the things in batch 1, and not a ridiculous amount of time doing the things in batch 2. Since the hiatus, I’ve done about a 3-year shift that has included hiring an assistant (recently) and getting Chuck and Tim to do some of the batch 2 stuff that I was able to bully them into thinking works for them. So, the fact is, I’m now working on my business more than in it in a lot of ways. I think this whole post is really about how to make more and better progress on my mission–how to scale this thing–by pinpointing the juiciest stuff I do. I can tell I’m going to write more posts about this, as I work it all out. Sometimes I don’t know the main point of what I’m saying until I’ve said it all. I’m that way in songwriting and in conversations. Now is that point in the writing of this particular post. And now I will change it’s title from “Why I Am in Total Violation of the 80/20 Rule” to “Steph’s Music Career 2.0″.
What I’ve Learned From Writing This Post
1. Writing for other people forces me to be somewhat eloquent–which requires thinking and re-thinking what I’m going to say, which requires me to understand what I want to say. All of this is good.
2. From this point forward, I’m going to think of my dreamy, awesome morning ritual as part of my honest-to-god workday (i.e., even though I was born in Des Moines. I can still call meditation productive work).
3. My day-to-day life is awesome. The only reason I feel the need to change anything is because I don’t yet make enough money playing music and I feel that I haven’t yet reached enough people (this puts me in a circular argument with this song of mine).
4. (I learned this just now, after writing #3) With that attitude, I’m never going to make more money or reach more people playing music.
5. (I learned this just now, after writing #4) I love singing, writing, and performing, and I get to do all of them. This is enough. Now go write some songs.
6. All this being said, I would love to be doing more stephaniesĭd. If you feel moved to support my work or the band’s in a really tangible way, here’s a way to do it.
Arrrrrrrrrr….. hey, fascinating people that I have the honor to speak with thru this music — friends, family, “idiots” (you know I mean this with the most love possible) — today Excavator is released to the world… like, to everybody with access to the internet: CD buyers, iTunes downloaders, Spotify listeners (we’re bound to make at least $1.75 this year over there), and radio spinners all over the US and into Canada (international fans, if you have a way to spin us publicly, contact us). I’m sooooo excited. But I had this sobering realization this morning. Since today is the big day, I wanted to get all celebratory, and I listened to the album on my walk, in the headphones. I haven’t listened all the way through since Chuck, Tim, and I sat in the living room at Easter and listened to a newly minted CD. Today, for the first couple of minutes, I was super self-critical (not unusual). But about 2 minutes in, I just heard it and danced to it and let it move me, like it was someone else’s music altogether. It was like this other version of myself was talking to me, from some kind of bookmarked place I said I wanted to remember later, framed by the lilt of these awesome friend musician-ghosts. I was surprised at my lyrical insights about my own life, some of which I’d forgotten I wanted to keep being insightful about, and some of which I didn’t even fully understand then, and which I understand better now. That was weird. I write and sing in a sort of stream-of-consciousness way when I’m putting songs together, and try not to interpret too too much. I know some bigger part of me knows what it’s trying to say, so I try to stay a little bit out of the way… and it turns out some of the meaning is coming into focus for me, a year after the writing. Which brings me to a view I didn’t bargain for: that there is stuff on this record that is too confessional. If I were going to set about writing “I Will Not Be Famous” today, I would not write “they will know my name………… all this lust for fame” —- it’s friggin’ embarrassing! When I was writing that, I had a sense the words were about someone else, or the culture of indie rock, or whatever. That I was being clever, from this omnicient perspective. But now I hear it as its stark note to self. And other people seem to hear it that way, too — one friend wrote to me: “I love that song, but I believe you WILL be famous!” and another told me about parallels to the former guitarist from Red Hot Chili Peppers, who got out of commercial music altogether after long bouts with heroin addiction, deciding music itself is more important than the battle of being known for making music. Alli Marshall wrote: “Stand out tracks include “I Will Not Be Famous,” a waltzing, uplifting meditation on the idea of doing great work in obscurity…..This is a band that has long flown under the radar — a blessing as it’s afforded them long-term creative control…” — arrrrr, hold up, everybody! I want to tell you that this isn’t about me — that I didn’t have giddy aspirations of being humongous which sometimes clouded a more dedicated approach to the pure joy of making music. But damn you all– you’re right. I did. Luckily (yay) I’m super re-oriented now, and getting mores0 by the minute, given that when you make something and beacon it out into the world, you’re held accountable for it –it’s what you meant now, then, and in 50 years when someone hears it again– so now I’m behooved to uphold the integrity with which I supposedly wrote the song. Straight-up musical tough-love. And we’re still left with all those other confessions out on the table (“Love is the New Black” — so self-incriminating! Am I not a loving person?). But now it’s out there. And if there weren’t a release date, I’d be scared to ever pull the trigger (that’s what Chuck calls the moment you label something finished — it drives him crazy when I hedge in the final days of a project). So here it is. I’m bracing for the actual life lessons that will surely ensue as I dutifully push this baby out into the world for ears to hear and minds to filter and feed back. It’s hard not to be transparent. People get what’s going on with you, if you let any light shine on yourself at all. Alright, then…. Cheers to the light. And by the way, I’m not at all opposed to being famous! I just don’t want to DO famous. I want to NOT DO famous in front of eight hundred thousand people a night… feel me?
Excavator is my favorite work ever! Thanks for your patience, everybody… the gears have been cranking, and this thing is about to roll out. The official release is June 9, but here’s how to get yours ASAP:
Excavator CD: Pre-order here for $10 plus shipping, get it a little before the official release date of June 9, AND get an immediate download of the new single, “Did You Say”: https://stephaniesid.bandcamp.com/album/excavator-physical-cd
Excavator Digital Download (full album): Lock yours in by pre-ordering starting May 19, on iTunes, Amazon, and everywhere else downloads are sold.
Just the single, “Did You Say”: Pre-order now on iTunes here, to get it May 12: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/did-you-say/id989213707?i=989213712 (or anywhere downloads are sold). Heads-up: if you pre-order the physical CD today, you get “Did You Say” TODAY.
Excavator Vinyl LP: You’ll have to wait for that prize. Vinyl production is in glutted all around the world at the moment, pushing projects out at least 5 months. It’ll be August or September. And yes, it’ll be worth your wait.
we filter things through lenses.
there’s this song by sinead o’connor that i ran across over and over when i was thoroughly listening to the album it was on, back in the early 90’s i think – the song is “black boys on mopeds”, and there is this line that goes “i love my boy…and that’s why i’m leaving; i don’t want him to be aware that there’s any such thing as grieving.” but i thought it was “…i don’t want him to be aware that there’s any such thing as gravy.”
that would have seemed funny, but for me the lyric i heard made perfect metaphorical sense. i thought it was a statement about excess. being mostly unaware of the political context of the song, and having been raised by a mom who valued frugality, grit, and self-reliance, it didn’t occur to me that sinead would sing about removing her son from a condition of emotional hardship.
this evening, having recently spent time with a group of people whose purpose is to learn how to find their own freedom in the face of any life condition, i am thinking of that song again. and i still pine for the “gravy” lyric. not because i want sinead to deprive her son of something awesome (if you think gravy is awesome, which it is not) — but because “i don’t want him to be aware that there’s any such thing as grieving” means she wants to shelter her son from a real honest-to-god experience, which is sadder to me, because honest-to-god experiences are the whole point of why we came here, no?
i love that song – nothing wrong with it – and don’t hold my parallel up to the light, it probably won’t completely hold. things just make you think about other things. and here’s where i got with this: my mom let me cry in my crib. she wanted me to learn to soothe myself. and as an adult, as i shed more layers of what-society-wants-of-me, my mind is throwing forth salient memoirs like “black boys on mopeds” and crib crying, as if to offer them up for re-examination and propose a connection…. and i’m realizing (as i write this) that the skill of knowing how to find my own happiness is coming in handy.
i wrote this for the press. i used capitalization and everything. it tells of the “master plan” for 2014. i think we’re doing pretty well! thought i’d share it with you.
About Re-ĭd (the short version – the long one is below):
Everything I’m doing right now with my pop-noir band stephaniesĭd is happening under the umbrella of what I call Re-ĭd. Re-ĭdis shorthand for “the re-imagining of the ĭd”, and is designed to study and evoke the part of a person that is capable of wildness and freedom (the ĭd). If the most important function of art is human connection, I hope that Re-ĭd’s multi-media experiments will attempt to address that function by building stronger community, and teasing out authentic personal exchanges. Initially sparked by a desire to gather fans’ stories, Re-ĭd’s projects include Night of Bravery (a segment embedded in a series of residency concerts (May 2014) that include a fan-participation segment in which participants are invited to do something brave), the Lonely in Manhattan Multigenerational Live Music Video (shot in March 2014, aimed at capturing the struggle to connect), and the Miranda July-inspired Learning-You fan-art assignment website (hopefully launching later in 2014). My hope is that Re-ĭd will evolve into new experiments as current projects evolve and grow. [For more about how Re-ĭd came about, see backstory below.]
About the Night of Bravery series:
It seems easier than ever to connect with other human beings. But is it? Are these connections real? Award-winning pop-noir band stephaniesĭd sees one’s ĭd as the wide-eyed, wild, impulsive being that resides within us. The band wants to conjure the voice of the ĭd underneath social media posts and beneath the veneer of our daily interactions with others. But one must be brave to listen to the ĭd. After a wildly successful sold-out run in Asheville, NC, in May 2014, stephaniesĭd is taking Night of Bravery on the road. Night of Bravery features a performance of the band’s unique, multi-influenced music in 2 acts, with a 20-minute segment in-between, during which volunteer concertgoers are invited to use up to five minutes on stage to perform an act of bravery, aimed at piercing the walls between people. stephaniesĭd’s Night of Bravery series is meant to be full of music, community, and personal stories. No two Night of Bravery segments are alike. The band hopes that attendees will come away feeling slightly more free and honest. Potential attendees should note that there is no requirement for participation on stage. Potential Night of Bravery participants should contact the band at firstname.lastname@example.org before the show to discuss your act of bravery. Night of Bravery might recur if we all find it successful.
About the “Lonely in Manhattan” Multigenerational Live Music Video:
Written perhaps 7 years ago, inspired by my friend Marcella, the stephaniesĭd song “Lonely in Manhattan” might be the most direct expression of the reason behind the music of stephaniesĭd. Marcella said, as we drove through the Holland Tunnel, on our way home from New York City: “So many zillions of people live in this city, and yet I know there must be many people who are very lonely.” I wrote her thought on a post-it note, and I began to explore more deliberately the feelings of isolation in myself and others. Now I understand more clearly the fuzzy impulse I had years ago to start a band centered around the ĭd – the ĭd is the wild being within. When I sing “Lonely in Manhattan” at live shows, I often feel the connection that it elicits from fans. Perhaps it is this living quality that has never allowed it to be successfully recorded on a stephaniesĭd studio album. The “Lonely in Manhattan” Multigenerational Live Music Video project attempts to bring the honesty of my friend Marcella’s observation into recorded form for people stephaniesĭd has not reached with a live show. The video will capture a simple live performance and enlist singing children as symbols of the wild inner being in each of us, which I call the ĭd. (Shot in March 2014, releases Fall 2014.)
Learning-You is an interactive art and music website wherein I post assignments for participants to complete and share. In the tradition of Learning to Love You More (www.learningtoloveyoumore.com), the now-completed project curated by artists Miranda July and Harrell Fletcher, the site is open to anyone interested in creating something original and joining with the community by sharing it. I initially designed this part of the Re-ĭd series to learn more about the ĭds of stephaniesĭd fans; after initial site-testing, this desire has expanded to that of exploring the creative commonality of humans everywhere. The site will hopefully launch in Fall 2014.
Stephanie Morgan, Artist Statement (the longer, more personal story)
Zen teacher Shunryu Suzuki says, “In the beginner’s mind there are many possibilities, in the expert’s mind there are few.”
How does a long-touring pop/rock artist maintain a beginner’s mind?
For me, writing and singing for stephaniesĭd has always been a vehicle for conjuring the voice of my inner wild, free being, which I call the ĭd. This is the part of a person that knows how to create, connect and express authentically, despite the well-meaning gatekeeper of ego-armor we enlist to do the talking for us as we become adults. In the early days of the band, we were experimenting with what to reveal about ourselves, how to construct songs to best express all of that, how to find people who were on a similar journey, and how to find connection with our pop-noir music in the US south. Some of our trials worked, and indeed our voice grew clearer. We began to connect. As we toured to different cities, I noticed a sort of commonality among our fans…. many were in transition, or trying to summon the bravery to shuck needless obligations, or were searching for light in some way. I found great kinship in this realization as a whole. So I wanted to know more about our fans’ stories, beyond after-show hi-fives. I wondered how I could make this more of a dialog.
Ironically, at that point, the ego-armor swooped in. True dialog would require a different kind of vulnerability for me. Somehow releasing album after album of open-hearted music, winning some nice awards, and playing on larger and louder stages only gave me more places to hide. Our live shows were good, and it was quite possible that our fans knew the best of me. What if the boring rest of me were outed?
After 10 years of playing music on stages with stephaniesĭd, I found myself stuck in a sort of vortex. I couldn’t seem take the next step in the fan-band relationship, but I feared that if I took a break to figure things out, our fans would leave us, that I would lose my identity, that I would get old and out of touch and never be able to return to rock ‘n roll.
I don’t think fear is a good reason for anything, so just like before I started singing, I allowed myself to travel in whatever creative direction pulled me, and I happened upon acting school. This began a life-changing hiatus.
Learning a new artform gave me a new lens through which to view my relationship with music. On top of the problem I knew I had, I discovered even more blocks. I allowed my classmates to know me well, outside the world of music, and was thoroughly reminded that real connection and meaning is in the subtleties, not the big stuff. We grappled with questions about the purpose of art in people’s lives, and I considered my place in the machinery. I began to rediscover my beginner’s mind. Now, I know that there is no end to the grappling. There is only trying and re-trying, entering and re-entering, letting it all hang out.
I know now why a former manager said to us, “You’re not the kind of band you can just call up your 100 closest drunk friends to come see.” I know now why I envy those bands, but why I’m not one of them. And I know that my purpose is ultimately a more intimate one than I’d thought, being a conduit for authenticity, revealing my whole self and all of its imperfections, while attempting to provide a safe place for others to do so. After more than a decade of performing, I have a renewed and re-imagined desire for dialog with the people who have connected with our music.
I am nervous and excited to both present to the world and invite to myself the experience of Re-ĭd.
here you are, my friends. we worked hard on this! the full studio version of this song is also shaping up to be wonderful, and will appear on our new album. here’s an awesomely pared-down performance, with fun surprises. just do me a favor. please share with your friends and family, and tell them about the band. oh, and please leave comments somewhere – i want to hear from you. xoxoxo – steph
i tend to experience the world through a filter that allows me to hear the voice of the human ĭd in everything. i received this sweet video from maria popova (via brainpickings.org) outlining the 4 functions of literature, and the ĭd is there. in it, philosopher alain de botton explains: We’re weirder than we are allowed to admit. We often can’t say what’s really on our minds. But in books we find descriptions of who we genuinely are and what events, described with an honesty quite different from what ordinary conversation allows for. In the best books, it’s as if the writer knows us better than we know ourselves – they find the words to describe the fragile, weird, special experiences of our inner lives… Writers open our hearts and minds, and give us maps to our own selves, so that we can travel in them more reliably and with less of a feeling of paranoia or persecution…
i hope to be the kind of writer and singer that can “find the words to describe the fragile, weird, special experiences of our inner lives.”
drummer tim just emailed me a beautiful article written by dan rather. tim said in his message to me, “it’s about “so much more than baseball.” indeed, whether you know anything about derek jeter (i don’t), or baseball, is irrelevant to the understanding of rather’s perspective on the inevitable marching of time and the stark reality that we are all human, after all. jeter is retiring, not because he can no longer physically handle the game. according to mlb-writer paul hagen:
He’s leaving because his instincts, which have always seemed to guide him so unerringly, told him he should.
rather tells us:
We have learned that this star athlete, who played on baseball’s biggest stage and whose private life glittered with the bright lights of Hollywood, is human like the rest of us. He spoke of holding back tears and some of the uncertainty of what’s to come.
jeter said in a press conference:
I’m looking forward to doing other things in my life. This is a difficult job. I put everything into it each and every year. It’s not a six-month season. It’s 12 months. Again, I’m looking forward to other things. Not yet. But the idea of doing other things is what I’m looking forward to.
what strikes me: none of us is absolved of the responsibility of choice, of being the architect of our own lives. and none of us is is exempt from navigating the unknown territory we put ourselves in when we exact a choice for ourselves, especially when rejecting other, familiar, options.
thank you, derek jeter, for being human, in front of us.
our song, “baseball player”: