THE FOOL: THE INSPIRATION PLAYLIST x SPOTIFY

Here’s a little playlist I put together of songs that came up in conversation, heard in passing during the process of making the album and in their own unique ways, inspired the songs on THE FOOL.

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The Fool Playlist

TRACK LISTING:

When The Levee Breaks – Led Zeppelin

Never Tear Us Apart – INXS

Flow Like A River – Eleven

I Only Lie When I Love You – Royal Blood

I Can’t Hear You – The Dead Weather

11 – The Growl

Driver – Billy Raffoul

Riot Rhythm – Sleigh Bells

Quick And To The Pointless – Queens Of The Stone Age

Come Together – Gary Clark Jr, Junkie XL

The Gravedigger’s Song – Mark Lanegan

Little One – Highly Suspect

Domesticated Animals – Queens Of The Stone Age

Blood //Water – grandson

Blood In The Cut – K.Flay

Sitting On Top Of The World – Lenny Kravitz

Hash Pipe – Weezer

Nothing Compares 2 U – Sinead O’COnnor

Unholy – Bobby Saint

All My Life – Foo Fighters

The National Anthem – Radiohead

The Chain – Fleetwood Mac

Get Gone – Gina And The Eastern Bloock

Start a War – Klergy, Valerie Broussard

Nude – Radiohead

Ordinary Morning – Sheryl Crow

Killing In The Name – Rage Against The Machine

Human – Rag’n’Bone

Retrograde – James  Blake

The Only Sin Is Religion – Egomunk

Fool for You – The Blancos

Veruca Salt – Kimberly Nichole

Riches – Sophia Urista

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The Fool is Me, The Fool is You

Songs have been chosen. Day one of pre-production is underway. The journey of The Fool has officially begun. Welcome Warriors, to my new album entitled THE FOOL. I’ve been quiet, but furiously writing songs for this album. Over twenty songys later, we’ve chosen our top eight songs. Over these next few months, I’ll be in the studio recording the album, with the plan for something to share for Spring 2018! So, yeah! Merry ChristmaKwanzakah xx

SATE x SPOTIFY

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Yes Warriors, it’s happening.  The first of my Spotify playlists is up and running wild.  It’s a black hole, that Spotify.  I found my old favourites and some new shit that I just fell head over heels for.  So that’s what this is.  As I work through creating this new body of work, I’m looking to old and new music for inspiration and in turn, sharing what’s moving me to howl, growl and moan.

CLICK HERE:  https://open.spotify.com/user/stateofsate/playlist/4U8iL4QeXY8osmIU7vIZyB

Follow me and Enjoy!  More to come…

My Morning Dump

I used to write weekly.  Scratch that. I actually write daily, every morning for the past 3 months straight.  One day, I made that commitment to myself and I’m telling you, it’s saving a lot of lives, a lot of embarrassment (for me), and it’s hella enlightening (for me, again).  I write about everything from whatever is on my mind, to my dreams, to where I’m at in the present moment — which may be me saying that I don’t want to be writing 3 fucking pages at 6:30 in the morning cause I’m fucking tired.  But, I do.   I open my book record what time it is in the morning (which is usually, as I said, around 6:30am, because as much as I like being a night owl, I really love waking up with or before the sun).

What’s the reason for all this? Years ago I read “The Artist’s Way” by Julia Cameron, I actually did it twice.  For three months, I took myself on weekly artist play dates, declared my greatest dreams and worked through fiercest demons (or Crazymakers, as she calls them) that I’ve allowed to hold me back from fulfilling those dreams.   But through doing this, both times, what really stuck with me were the ‘morning pages’.  Morning pages are really hard at first because, three pages is a lot when there are times when you really don’t want to be there.  It’s a commitment to keep writing from your source, your deepest truest place, not editing not going back to cross the t’s or dot the i’s, it’s not correcting grammar or spelling mistakes, it’s not coming out perfectly or neatly on the page, it’s just coming out.  It’s three pages single spaced of what I like to call a morning purge or morning dump, because you just throw up on the page and let it flow.  In these past months, it’s become my therapy, self-care session for myself with myself.  It’s a place where I can be me, without trying to be anything else, I can also search for me.  I can make choices and not have anyone judging me telling me that it’s wrong.  I can talk myself off the ledge or push myself off the cliff.  I can talk with my ancestors, the universe and the answers flow right through me.  I can fall and the pages always catch me.  I’m always reminded that whatever we need, we already have, and what better way to put that into motion but to trust myself, question and answer myself, dig deep and dump.

And yeah, it doesn’t have to be perfect.  Cause what is perfect, but imperfection seen perfect in the eye of the beholder?