It's not that I don't care. It's that I care too much and I think you're focusing on the least effective issues.

This is not going to be received well. But that's ok. I hear that for every judgement you can receive, you can make an extra $5000 a year. So, I'm just going to start speaking my mind whether people like it or not.

I'm seeing a TON of political posts about Bernie, Hillary, Trump, and a lot of other noise. People are incredibly passionate about their points of view (by the by, check out this interesting definition of "passion" from a dictionary from 1938 and 1892. Would you be so liberal in using this word if this was it's true meaning?). Yet,in my lifetime and in human history, I've never seen the type of dynamic change that I truly would like to see in the world come from the type of revolutions that we're used to. From what I've observed, the greatest and most dynamic change has come from individuals and movements that had no judgement and based in a space that included everything and judged nothing (including judgement).

I am voting this year. I abstained the last few local elections, but the presidential elections are important to me. So, I'll be recording me vote. Primarily, I'm voting for any candidate who will keep me out an interment camp (Go can go fuck yourself, Mr.Trump. Or just make it public how you hire homeless people to ejaculate on the sleeping backs of orphaned children so you can feel any emotion, like all KNOW you do. It's cool, man. No judgements. #ItsCalledAJoke). But still, I find that all this anger, rage, hate, blame... What is it really creating?

Is it creating a different possibility in this reality? Is it only creating more of the polarity that seems to define this reality? Or, even worse, it's strengthening, feeding the beast that is the POV that you are trying to tear down? Personally, over the last 10 years, I've seen more and more people rail against Mosanto, corporations, big Oil, the Tea Party, ignorance, intolerance, and injustice... and I've only seen those things keep getting stronger.

The people who've I've seen make real changes, real differences, have done so from a point of view of offering a different reality, not an element of difference in the current reality, a straight up departure from the paradigm we exist in. Would that mean that I'm voting for Bernie, Hillary, or Gary Coleman (who did vote for)? I'm not sure, yet. Because, I truly know that nothing changes the world more than the conscious choice to become more aware, to live in the question, to let go of judgement, and to be as happy as you possibly can be. Nothing changes the world more than that.

What about government? Well, it's been said by some mystics, shamans, and some incredibly handsome guys and ladies in good looking clothes, that the face of government will change when 10,000 on the planet are operating from consciousness. While I don't know what the exact number is, I do know that within an 8 year period, a qualified, well intentioned and intelligent white woman went from "Radical departure from the norm" to "too much of the same ol' same old thing." Has anyone else noticed this?

And to anyone who thinks that their loud ass arguments about politics really is doing something and if they can't do that, what could they do to make the world better? You could try these on for size:

- Be a better father/mother/husband/wife/parent/neighbor.

- Forgive someone. Someone you think you could never forgive. Not make it ok that they did what they did, but truly let go of what ever it is that hangs heavy in your heart.

- For 10 seconds, be vulnerable to a complete stranger. You don't have to say anything other than, "Hello."

- Support your local artists by going to a show of theirs. Perhaps one at a wine bar in Malibu on Saturday nights.

- Call an old friend for coffee.

- Tell someone you hurt that you're sorry.

- Tell someone you've felt guilty for wronging them to go fuck themselves and stand up for yourself. What if you never made yourself wrong for anything you've ever done?

These are just a few examples. But I could keep going on. There's too much at stake in this moment in history to keep one's focus on the micro. Yes, politics are important. But they are so much less important and less powerful than a being who as awakened to their true infinite nature and then chooses to show up in their lives as that infinite being.

I'm pleased to announce my newest "residency": Rosenthal Wine Bar & Patio!!!

Now, I put residency in quotes because, I'm basically splitting duties with my homeboy, Jon Cresswell. But today, I got a call and made plans to play at Malibu's Rosenthal Wine Bar & Patio every Saturday night inside from 6p-close. This will be my second residency I've had in town; my first being at Republic Of Pie. And after my last contract, I came back into LA and made a promise to myself that, unless it's a great gig for publicity, I can't play free gigs anymore. And after a few shaky months, I'm super proud and grateful to have been offered this gig.

I'll have it up on my schedule, but suffice it to say, come on by the Rosenthal and enjoy the music Saturday nights. I'm really psyched to do this!

To those who might be offended by a particular POV I have:

As long as you define yourself by the limitations of this reality, whether it be gender, race, sexuality, nationality, political ideology, or religion, you will never fully realize the infinite, limitless being you truly be. I may have a male body of Pacific Islander/Asian decent who prefers the female form to play with. But I, as a being, have existed through an infinite number of lifetimes, experiencing everything there ever has been experienced. The true reality of what’s going on around and within us has barely been comprehended by the human mind. And while I sometimes choose to see myself as finite, I am an infinite being and I see you as one, too (while you may never choose to let go of limitations, I choose to see your possibilities).


So, if you think I’m being sexist, or insensitive, or narrow minded, go fuck yourself.


hahaha… Sometimes, I make myself laugh. :-P

UNPOPULAR OPINION WARNING: Choosing Reaction Over Thoughtful Consideration Is A Bullshit Ignorant Move

There's a meme going up with some high school girls wearing shirts that look like they spell out the n-word. It has their names listed, clearly with the attempt to publicly shame them. It's being shared and I'm guessing it's going to go viral soon.

I find this to be terribly distasteful and dangerous. Not the act itself, but this campaign to ruin their lives. First of all, we don't know the whole story. Until we do, can we hold off on trying to hurt people because they are disagreeable? Second, if you choose to share it and contribute to irreparably harming these people's reputation you don't know without gathering all the facts and the story turns out to be different than what you thought it would, are you going to spend the same amount of energy trying to reverse you actions? Third, there once was a time when people were allowed to make mistakes, learn from them, and become better people. When you repost this, are you basically saying that time is over and no one is allowed to be forgiven and have a chance to be better?

Lying in a hospital bed over two nights... Asking the same question...

I ask it all the time. But when one is lying in a hospital bed having just been diagnosed with blood clots in both legs when they thought there were going to be at a table read for a pilot TV show with execs in the room, it’s a particularly effective question: What’s right about this I’m not getting?


When I arrived in my room, not really having much info other than, “You have to go to the hospital right now,” I took a pic and posted it on FB. My sister, met me there and had already posted something. I was told the doctor was going to be there. He wasn’t. I was going to be injected with a blood thinner, but no IV treatment. Wasn’t this serious? What’s right about this I’m not getting?


The nurse comes in to take my blood at 5am. I’m still all woozy from the lack of sleep, though I had time to myself that I haven’t had in a little while. I wrote 4 new riffs, worked on some charts, played some video games, basically chilled and created. After she jabs me in the arm and walks out, I check my phone. Oh, more than a few notifications that people were commenting on my hospital visit. So tired… I’ll read this when I’m awake. What’s right about this I’m not getting?


When I finally get up, a cute Filipino nurse tells me she’s there to help me. I get online and friends from all parts of my life, from all over the world are sending me healing thoughts and prayers. I’m not 100% sure if this situation is serious enough, but apparently a bunch of people have been affected by something like this and have had far worse experiences than mine. I get my hospital breakfast, which is typically awful. This one lived up to expectation. But for me, these hospital meals remind me of when I’d visit my mom or dad at work and they’d take me to the cafeteria. There are very few things that make me this nostalgic for my folks. I think I’ll give them a call later. What’s right about this I’m not getting?


I hop back online to see what’s up and friends from my trip to Seattle start messaging me. One spends 30 minutes helping me see something I’ve had trouble seeing before: How other people see me. She tells me they adore me. That I’m loved and super talented. And that she’s really grateful to be in my life. I’m completely blown away. She points out how many people have wished me well and how many people I impacted in Seattle. I’m completely blown away by this. And I sit there and ask my body to receive all the contribution that was coming my way from the universe. I start to cry. What’s right about this I’m not getting?


I’m waiting for my CT scan, but it’s delayed for some reason. What’s supposed to take 30 minutes was now taking 2 hours. When I got back to the room, even more people have commented on FB. I had a bunch of text messages asking if I was ok. Some voicemails. People wondering if this is going to affect my next cruise ship contract. And I start to realize, if it did, it would be ok. I’d get to spend more time in LA with my music mentor, go on auditions, and start booking summer gigs all around SoCal. My sister shows up with my two favorite people in the world, my niece and nephew. They are very cute. One becomes super annoying. The other, super removed and funny. I love them both so much. What’s right about this I’m not getting?


The doctor finally comes in and tells me what’s going on and what he thinks is going on. He says the treatment is the same despite not knowing exactly how this came about. But it’s all good news and I’m going to be fine. I go to tell my parents who are so happy. I text everyone back. Everyone’s relieved. I call an amazing person I just met who charms me on the phone. She’s also a medical professional, so she asks all these questions and knows what’s up. I get off the phone with her, have a lovely tuna salad, check FB. Even more people telling me they have my back. What’s right about this I’m not getting?


Now I’m back in the hospital bed. Due to insurance regulations, it’s faster and easier for me to stay an extra night for a CT scan than just go home and come later. I’ve got my guitar, laptop, iPads and a really great night nurse who’s a great personification of the entire staff. My eyelids are getting heavier as I punch out these last words knowing a little bit more how much luckier I am than most to have a great batch of people who care about me. That my body has gotten some answers it didn’t have before. And I’m really excited about life and what’s to come, what I choose to create, and what the universe is ready to gift to me what I’ve been asking for for a long time.


So, what’s right about all this I’m not getting? :-)

Not So Much Sleepless, But Certainly Up Late In Seattle

It's 1am and I'm in my favorite city in the US. I've got to be up at 7:30am for a class in the morning, though that has more to do with the fact I want to make myself breakfast and have plenty of time to go to the hotel. My eyes are heavy and my legs are tired from all the walking around town. But even in this state of mind, I can't help thinking how badly I love this city. Could I live here? Is this where I'm supposed to be this summer? What else is possible?

There are several things about this city that are amazing. One, the high quality of seafood is dreamy. Straight dreamy, son. Just ridiculous. The International District is filled with dope Japanese and Chinese restaurants. Food is straight banging in this town. Second, the town is filled with, what my sisters have nicknamed, "Mikey girls." That is to say, girls with a presence about themselves who are artsy and inclined to a more open mindset. Plus, they tend to have died their hair a funky color at least once in their lives. They wear scarves, glasses, have a few tats. They tend to be really chill, open to possibilities. Plus they dig musicians.

What is this telling me? What else is possible? :-)