I just got home from an exhilarating night with friends. I'm exhausted! I should really consider writing these in the morning so that I'm not stuck typing droopy-eyed at two in the morning, but I had no idea I would be out so late.
It was a tame night by anyone's standards–– a night of board games and snacks–– but what made it so enchanting was meaningful connection, which can be hard to find in LA. The host was a model that I met on set last year, and her husband, who is a professional musician. How's that for best of both worlds? They have such a great energy about them, no doubt because they are practicing Christians, and their joyful dispositions have me questioning where exactly I land when it comes to my own spiritual/religious affiliations, but that's a topic for a different day.
Toward the end of the night, we got into some deep discussions about music branding. Because the hosts are sober, I asked them about the intersection of music and nightlife and how to set boundaries with substance-use in those environments. The conclusion we reached is that music, although it seems like a fun and fast life full of frivolous thrills, should actually be treated as a serious business rather than a hobby for someone who has as serious of aspirations as I do.
Earlier in the day, I was at Venice Beach with some friends who more or less treat music as a hobby and while it was fun to watch them perform on the boardwalk, it is simply a different game to pursue the arts professionally. I love my talented friends who play at the bar every Monday, but music is my job. Slowly, but surely... I'm starting to feel it.
I had wrote more, but my computer crashed, so this is all for today.
Ttyt,
Hannah