Wednesday March 1st 2017
I finally slept well last night. I fell asleep when I went to bed and slept until 10, just to get fully rested. I was able to work on my play again for the first time in a week. Writing is something that keeps my head straight and out of damaging thoughts. It was a really hard day for me. I have a lot of fear about our inability to sell CDs anymore. We used to sell a lot every day and people clamored for them, not anymore. People don’t even ask about them. It has had an impact on our income. Our albums are beautiful, but I know people don’t buy music anymore. They listen on Spotify and Youtube. When I was a teenage if you wanted to buy an album or rent a movie, you went to Tower Records or Blockbuster. Both stores have shut down and disappeared. The first time I listened to “Phantom of the Opera”, we went down to Tower Records to buy it. Now you just look it up on Youtube, as well as countless bootlegs of the show. When we wanted to watch a film version of Phantom, off we went to Amazon to buy a copy. Now it’s all on Youtube. Sure, it’s convenient as hell, but all artists and musicians are suffering because of it. Even though our music isn’t available anywhere but through our website and from us in person, there is no demand for it. We’re going to have six albums out after this new one is released, but it was our very first, the live version from the Angel Tunnel in 2009, that sold the most copies. It was the least good quality of all of our albums to date. It was live. People even complained about it. There is little motivation to release new albums when people rarely say anything about them and we don’t know how to sell them.
This is how I felt as I was doing my makeup. Scared and unsure how we will survive if the one thing that gives us any amount of stability is disappearing right before our eyes. We biked to the park and sadly it was really empty. My hope that the prayformance would cheer me up went right out the window. We played and gathered a crowd, despite that there weren’t many people around, but they just stood there when we finished, or walked away. I realize that a lot of my frustration comes from what other people do (or mostly don’t do.) I can’t control what people do. I can only control myself and my reactions to what people do. Today I felt like I’m wasting my voice singing outside for free for anyone to listen, yet I don’t know of any other way other than doing what we do to make a living and continue to perform and be creative on a daily basis. We should be performing indoors. Playing in public truly is beneath us, but the market is so clogged up with bull shit and untalented hacks fighting for fame and glory, there isn’t any room for our work to be seen other than in the street. We are pushed to the side. Our beautiful, unique and completely original music in the whole world is pushed into the street to be heard. I don’t know of any music or theater festivals that would touch us. We have so little to show for what we do. People have to see our gifts and hear our work for what it is and know in their own hearts we are gifted beyond measure. Is it our fate to be street performers until we die and struggle to be able to continue our lifestyle forever? We like to be able to do nice things for ourselves, but we can’t these days. We have to lay low. Work on our projects, go play in the park, make just enough to survive and lay low. We don’t like lean times. We’ve experience them before, much worse in fact. In Marrakech and Barcelona and Edinburgh and Berlin, even in NYC, and we were always OK eventually. It all balanced out in the end. The deep fear is that eventually we’ll hit such lean times we won’t be able to bounce back. If we were allowed to play our music freely without fear and sell our albums and travel to any city we wanted to, we can take care of ourselves. It’s when the limitations come upon us that we face fears of our work not existing anymore. Even if we were homeless and starving on the street, we would still prayform. People have their own problems. People just want to think we’re these magic fairies who play in parks all over the world and have no worries or woes. People think our life is a dream. News flash friends, it’s not. I am aware how blessed I am. I am. Thoth is here. He will never leave me. My family is here. They love me and will help if things get really bad. We have fans who care about us. Not many, but they do love us. I wish we knew people who had influence who could really help us and lift us out of the life of street performers. We know James Lapine, but even he can’t help us, even though he loves us and he loves what we do. Can anyone help us? People have over the years. Friends who have given us places to live in Barcelona, Porto, Marrakech, Amsterdam, London, Santa Cruz, Oakland, San Francisco, even Portland and Eugene and Gold Beach. People have hired us for performances in Madeira and Malaga and Sao Paulo and ALMOST in Rio and Martha’s Vineyard, even one time in NYC. We keep ourselves alive through our public prayformance. It’s the only thing we know.
Since we didn’t have crowds today, we played four new pieces. One was the new 3/4 we’ve been playing for a while. The ending was beautiful. Just our two voices weaving in and out of each other, like making love with our voices. Afterwards people clapped, sort of, but they just stood there. Not wanting to show their support, but not wanting to leave. It’s as if they are in awe, yet unable to process what they just saw. Our voices are god dammed beautiful! You’d think people would be flocking forward to say something and thank us for what we do and show their support. No. They just stand there. People sometimes say I’m entitled to people’s support, but you know what? People are entitled to watching us and giving nothing back. Taking photos and videos, saying nothing supportive and walking away. The gall people have! Even if our fans can’t give us money, they hold space for us and talk to us and care about us and ask how we’re doing and spend time with us. That is something. There is so little people can do. The most our fans can do is come see us every day, which is amazing. We want to record albums with a band and a string quartet. We want to do shows with other artists, musicians and actors. We want to perform in beautiful venues with great acoustics. All of that requires money and lots of fans, neither of which we have and both of which we don’t know how to gain. This is the year of my Saturn Return. All of the feelings of wanting more success, wanting to be less invisible, wanting our talents to be recognized are coming forward strongly. I’m in a happy marriage, Thoth and I love each other. I am proud of what I do for a living. I am proud I am traveling around the world. I am proud to be working on creative projects like drawing and blogging and writing a play and a book and running two vlog channels. I’m doing the best I can. I get pessimistic because all the work I do seems to not matter. Things have got to get better. They do usually. We had a rough time last year at the same time, and then the documentary was made about us. Something good has got to happen. I don’t have it that bad. If I didn’t have Thoth I don’t know what I would do. He takes care of me. He’s watching out for me through this time. We know how to hunker down and lay low. We don’t like it, but we still have each other. We’re not going to starve or die or not be able to prayform. Everything is OK. I have to stay hopeful. Maybe this year will bring something incredible to us. Something I can’t even imagine. Maybe we’ll get a commission or a place to live and create new works, or maybe we’ll be given a beautiful place to prayform indoors, or maybe we’ll be given the opportunity to work with the people we want to work with. It’s so hard to be positive when the country is so f-ed up. I have to find a way. Thoth has been able to, so I can. I am blessed to be alive. Something amazing is coming. Amazing things have come, but something more amazing than anything before is coming. I know.
Tuesday February 28th 2017
I’ve been having trouble sleeping the last few nights. The night before last I got to sleep at 4am and got up around noon. Last night I got to sleep at around 2am. I woke up sometime when the sun was out and went back to sleep until noon. I finally feel rested. Finally, after three days. I need at least eight hours of sleep to be able to function normally. I wasn’t able to work on my play. I haven’t been able to write for a few days now. I’ve been too tired. I need to be fully alert to be able to write. It takes all of my brain power. Instead I painted my scary faces drawing with acrylic paints I’d been working on for a week. I painted all afternoon. Thoth took the bus to Sprouts to buy groceries. What a sweet husband he is. I started feeling really shitty eventually. Feeling like I’m immensely insignificant and that our work is illegitimate and unimportant. Fear starts to seep into my head. Fear that I’ll be forgotten, fear of Thoth dying, fear of being by myself and unable to cope with it, fear that no one will care, fear of how little anyone cares in general, fear of not accomplishing the things I want to in my life, fear of disappearing, and fear that none of it matters anyway. We have no stability. We have each other and we have our talents, but we have no consistency accept our will to go out and prayform in the park. We can’t be street performers forever. Being an artist for a living is so difficult, but it’s the only thing I know. I’ve never done anything else. I have to count my blessings. At least I can sing well enough to support myself. At least Bunny loves me. At least I have a family that loves me. I’m never going to be homeless or starve to death. All of that said, I want us to be recognized for what we’re doing with our life. We are worthy of more support and less fear doing what we do. All we can do is continue to do it and try to keep hope alive. By the time I’m 30 I will have been prayforming in the street for 10 years. That is the longest time I have done anything. It’s not that nothing has come of doing it either. We’ve made beautiful 6 albums, we will have traveled to Europe 5 (almost 6) times, we have performed in public spaces and rare private events all over the world, we have friends all over the world, we have created something that is incredibly unique, we’ve performed in front of thousands of people, we even have some dedicated fans who read this blog and the vlogs with open, nonjudgmental hearts. I want for us to be able to be so much more than be street performers. It’s hard to be grateful for what you have when you want so much more. I need to count my blessings and not give myself a hard time.
“Lila Angelique actually IS a great artist who inspires and creates beautiful things. Who are you to dictate that she can’t have a sense of self worth and know this about herself??? She was born gifted and has spent so much time and energy cultivating and developing these gifts in every way she knows how.”
You are an immeasurable asset to the park and the city while you are here. Undoubtedly tourism satisfaction experienced while you are in residence spikes, and you have extreme world appeal with the amount of ambiguity throughout the work, and all of it basically for free. They are actively placing you into poverty for no quantifiable reason other than control.
“You are masters of the realm beyond.”
Today I realized something: W H A T W E D O I S R E A L L Y F ‘ I N G W E I R D . I mean, we’re singing incredibly loudly and operatically in a public hallway in a public park while playing violin, dancing and acting, all in a made up language. It was the first time we played in over a month. Well, we played a show in Huntsville on the 21st of December, but that was different. Playing in public is actually really scary and weird! We’re singing full out for a bunch of strangers. It feels like I haven’t played in a century. I also feel like I have explored some things while taking time off that, though I’m scared to, I want to share in public. My own things. I wonder what these next 4 months will do creatively for me. I feel like I want to burst out. I felt vulnerable today. Tori came to see us and she was saying all these wonderful things about our work and how brave we are. I didn’t feel as brave today. I realize how brave we are to do what we do. I usually don’t think about it. It’s second nature to me. Today, it was as if I was seeing myself from the perspective of the audience. Shocked at what I am doing. Confused and befuddled. How did my life become this? I sing my own music in public parks for a living all over the world with a man who adores me….?! How did this happen? Am I living a dream or something?
Our music is immensely simple, yet very raw and emotional. I think because it is simple we can project a lot more emotion though it. It is simpler to me than it is to people watching us. We make it look easy. I’ve been doing it for 8 years, so it’s second nature to me. I don’t think I’m playing violin and singing usually, but today I was very aware of how unusual it is. No one does what we do in the whole world. That’s how unique it is. No one does it but us. I have been halfway around the world and have not seen anything like it. That’s what causes our life to be what it is, for me to feel the things I feel. Because I haven’t done what we do in a month, I see it in a different way. We may be insignificant in the world, but what we do is important. If we stopped, people would notice, and they would miss us. People to love what we do. I am humble about it. I just have to keep my nose to the grindstone and keep making, keep doing things. I don’t know what kinds of things, but THINGS, as friend of mine said, as many things as I can.
I am working hard on my new play. It is frustrating as hell. I work on it first thing when I get up, after writing a page of long hand. I wasn’t able to work on it as much today as I’d like, as I had to focus on something trivial and obnoxious, but important. All I want to do is be creative. I hate doing anything else. I don’t usually have to. I’m spoiled, but I worked hard to have a life dedicated to creativity. We keep things in our lives to a minimum in order to live like monks, dedicated to art and creativity. It’s our whole lives.
I am so ready to start working on and playing new music. I feel the urge. I feel the need to try something new with my performance. I know by the end of these 4 months something amazing will happen. I will be performing in a way I can’t imagine now. My style will change. We’ll meet new friends. Get to know the friends we have better. Perform new music. Get more of my play figured out. Figure out the story for the new opera. So many things I want to do! I’m happy to say I have more personal projects I’m working on then ever before. Also my drawings, my personal vlog channel and my blog. Lots of ways to express my creativity. It’s hard to stay focused when we come home after prayformance. I’m glad I’m getting up early so I can work on things for a few hours before going to play. It’s a full day of creativity for both of us.
I can be very scared, especially when we first settle in a new place. We have to trust that everything will work out. Even though it usually always does, I think something bad will happen. I prepare for that every day. I expect the worse, so when the best happens, I’m always surprised. My lifestyle is about learning to have faith in our work, in other people’s generosity and in the universe. We truly live life not knowing what each day will bring. Most people situate themselves in a position of safety. We feel safe, then we leave and settle in somewhere totally different. We’re creatures of change. We adapt to whatever we need to adapt to in order to be as creative as we possibly can be at all times. No matter where we are, and we get better at it every time we travel. Our life is hard. No stability, but it’s good for our minds and hearts to not be able to get too settled or too comfortable. We always have to problem solve and be creative in how we are creative and productive in our lifestyle. We’ve found a way that works. Maybe we can’t do it forever, but we’ll do it until we find another way to do it better. We are very blessed. Hard work pays off. Focus on something for a long time and good things will happen.