So I cut some songs in LA a bit back. Really dig them but noticed some holes in the story. So, I came home to Nashville and recorded some more songs. Really love them. So this thing is done. It's a lot of music. I was talking to someone about all this and the end point of the conversation was. Put out a lot... Put out a lot. When you go, make sure there's enough to go around. So that's what I'm doing.

Right now I'm watching this documentary about Bruce Lee. The guy was amazing. Such innovation and control over the human body. I wanted to be just like him when I was a kid. I did karate for years and years and got black belts and all that jazz because of the guy. But now what really interests me was him developing and putting together "Jeet Kune Do." He had such a way of discrediting... well, just making styles of martial arts not define him. Yet, at the same time, by studying each style and taking the important bits with him, he developed a style that was right for him as an individual. He wanted to express himself honestly. Artist...

He said, "Remember that Jeet Kune Do is merely a name used, a mirror in which to see "ourselves". . . Jeet Kune Do is not an organized institution that one can be a member of. Either you understand or you don't, and that is that... Again let me remind you Jeet Kune Do is just a name used, a boat to get one across, and once across it is to be discarded and not to be carried on one's back."

I really relate to his philosophy. I think music and the association of genres/styles needs to adapt a hint of Jeet Kune Do. Maybe I'm wrong. But I've been chatting to some people about this record and what it is.

Influences, media, teaching, upbringing, geography, government, race etc... all make us who we are. If all a person did was listen to avant-garde jazz music, lived only in the same place, only watched re-runs of I Dream of Genie and only ate steak and jam for every meal, I'd assume that person would probably be somewhat dull. I could be wrong... Wynton Marsalis is super groovy... Anyways, when you don't fit into a neat box, it gets hairy. This new collection of songs moves. It's just music, it's the boat to get me and hopefully you across.

I also recently went to the Folk Alliance Conference in Memphis Tenn, a few weeks ago and while it was great, good music, good people, the whole lot, I felt out of place. It may just be the association of genre... Hell, I don't know. I feel out of place in a majority of places.

Anyways... Bruce Lee was limitless, he brought people together. This is what music is and what music does. This is what art does and what art is.

So, onward to a better world with more trance/polka/afro/roots/rock/mountain/christian/death-core/swing/blues/industrial/klezmer/garage-punk songs.

-"Running water never grows stale- So you just gotta keep on flowing" - Bruce Lee

I haven't written on this in a long time, and i've had the intention to many times. I've been reluctant every time prior and even as i write. Being public is a bitch sometimes. But what the hell right? you only live once(as far as i really know) There is so much noise around me right now. I mean damn. I can barley think. blahh blahh blahh success right ways wrong ways blah blah blah sharp tong..patience. waiting...deep breath keeter, slow down.
Subject..
Music is beautiful and sacred...  It was pure. And men wearing ties and tight fitting socks have plunged a cold splintery broom stick in the ears of the masses. pumping their own personal horse pee into our collective being. Anyone remember soul? Remember heart? Remember being human? (sigh....) think that sight has been lost. or maybe hidden under cellophane.
Reflections...
...Well....I've just recently remember how nice it was to paint. no preconceptions, just letting it make itself. It's like cutting grass. you can look behind you and see (physically) see that you've done something. Brought something into the world that previously did not exist and its own creation will never occur again.. kinda nice huh? kinda like us...(i'll show you a picture some day) like i said this public stuff can be a bitch.

notes...
SO...I made a record.... it's be done for a while. I think it's pretty damn good, (just to be honest....) I can't wait to get it out. It's boxing me in the longer i hold it. Now letting it free, that not the most fun thing in the world... not my bag. sometimes i wear a tie to the studio just to see how it feels.... (Results may vary...typically must be medicated in hour 2)
NOW...... b
I turn a year older in a few hours... and if i can ask for a present.... it would be..... to care. to care for yourself, to care for me, to care for the random stranger on the street, for the children, for all the old people that can no longer feed themselves. Care for the beggar asking for nickels and cigarette. To the addicted, the drunk, the scared, the lovers, the haters, the badass who, in your eyes, could be god, to the people that are forgotten and lost and beaten by this old heavy world pressing down. The men who hold to much and the ones that hold to little. Let them know that heaven is right in front of each and everyone of us. No gender, race, religion excluded. We are all one and we are to be light and honest. Care about the single mom's & lonely fathers. Care for everyone who makes joy and for the one who is standing on a ledge waiting for one more reason to jump. Be the reason we all come off the ledge. To tell someone you love 'em (and mean it). I'll give this gift to myself and you should to you and if so, we'll receive it one day when we may need it.

.. I'm rambling.... yes..  I can't wait to share more music and other various things that i like with you..pray it comes swift and timely....

Chase the moon
Speak with a gentle tone my dear kings and queens.

i'm done for now. I'll leave you with a man much more eloquent man than I, Anis Mojgani..

Here I Am - Anis Mojgani

we all wanted that high school sweetheart
we wanted to be young in the 50s with meatloaves
and sock hops
and lawns, lawns so perfect they looked like Clark Gable was kissing them

we wanted to be thirteen and alive and meet a girl that was thirteen and alive
and walk with her past the grandstands, to sit and hold hands, to sit and kiss, to sit and sit, like it was something you would miss, but that never was

we once went to bed like between the bed sheets was a valley with dinosaurs still breathing
and how we capture these triceratops?
and brontosauruses?
but even they were opened up with the smoke that rose out of the homes and the corners that we once climbed through,
the streets and the footballs which we once threw,
the school desks upon which we once drew,
the windows that sat open through we once flew,
before the outside world of parking spaces and dead friends came flooding on in
and we forgot what we wanted
and we became what we become: waitresses and bartenders, city employees and temp positions, we are junkies and one kiss poems and we cry the stars
as we write our scars onto dumpsters
and electric boxes
because the only thing that we can hear is our hearts
and the only ones listening are the streets

that the blood that breaths through the letters we leave
and we dream to rise ourselves up out of these burning buildings
but instead we get buried somewhere beneath

because I know my life is like some high school kids notebook
a high school kid that shuffles back and forth between school and home
stacking the letters and the pictures too close for anyone outside of his own imagination to read
because it's through the ink that his heart beats,
that his heart breaths
and we all just wanted to write these notes

check if you like me
check if you don’t
check if you'll date me
check if you won't

because we all wanted the love songs to be true
and we did love dinosaurs once
and we wanted the stars to hold our hands,
to lick the teeth to fuck us,
but they ended up fucking us,
so let your smile twist
like my heart dancing precariously on the edge of my fingertips,
staining them like that same high school kid licking his thoughts,
using his sharpie tip writing:

"I was here / I was here mothafucka / And ain't none of y'all can write that in the spot that I just wrote it in / I’m here mothafucka and we all here mothafucka and we all mothafuckas, mothafucka / Because every breath I give brings me a second closer to the day that my mother may die / Because every breath I take takes me a second further from the moment she caught my father's eye / Because every word I carry is another stone to put into place in the foundation that I'm building / Because the days can erase something that I never saw / What all of us wanted and what none of us got /What we all had and have and what we all forgot / That we all wanted to be something / That we all became something / And it might not be the shit we once though we'd be when we were kids but something is still something and like some cats say, something is better than nothing / Feet are smarter than an engine / And dreams are stronger than thighs / And questions are the only answers we need to know that we are alive as I am when I have the mind of a child, asking why is 2 + 3 always equal to 5 ? / Where do people go to when they die? / What made the beauty of the moon? / And the beauty of the sea? / Did that beauty made you? / Did that beauty make me? / Will that make me something? / Will I be something? / Am I something?” 

And the answer comes: already am, always was, and I still have time to be

Web: http://www.andersoneast.com
Location: Nashville, TN
Genre: Singer / Songwriter
Key Tracks: All

Je ne sais quoi! Triple threat! It factor.  Some people have it and some don't. Anderson
East just does it for me. His voice touches the inner recesses of your soul and relaxes
comfortably there. He has the perfect tone that's velvety smooth with a touch of grit. He
posses all the qualities of stardom and his name should be in lights. This dude is
classic Americana at its finest.

His music is the perfect backdrop to exceptional vocals. "Hello" is by far my favorite
track because it is nice and mellow and also features guitar and keyboard breakdowns.
"Fire" is also another fav simply because it displays the beauty and power of
Anderson's voice and great songwriting ability. Music is supposed to take you on a
journey and he does that without a doubt. His new project will be out this spring. Please
go out and support really good music!

"I want to do nothing other than continue to create music until I grow old or decide I
want to get a job at the post office.  In the meantime, I want to travel, record, be
inspired, and search for beauty, ugliness, love, hate, humor, sadness. All the typical
things any human wants, assuming that is to feel like they are doing what they were put
on this world to do. And what's that?  Do what we can during the short time we have
here to prevent us from wandering in the afterlife without shame and confusion." --
Anderson East


Review by: Leslie White
?http://www.iaemagazine.com/music/2011/040111/anderson-east.html

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