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Remember when I promised that this post would be clad in a Smiths cover? Glad to hear you’re not suffering from dementia. I changed my mind. But here’s a cover of Flume by your very own MLC, instead! Hope you enjoy! …!

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A Warm Ol’ Welcome To The MusicaLeeChallenged!

Sitting in one Cafe Noir in the bustling, internationally versatile, middle-of-a-f***load-a’-political-troubled city of Tel Aviv, I forage my ADHD-infused brain for an opener for this here journey. This city that I hold so dear to my heart,and I, are relatively young and surrounded by voices that are trying to shatter us to pieces.  Before you question my sanity, let me clarify: I do NOT hear voices.  Although I can’t seem to validate that I am a hundo percent sane.  It is a metaphor, people. META-for.  We both share a struggle that is difficult to face, yet impossible to ignore: the urge to be the best that we can, amidst the turmoil that is undeniably present around us, and sometime, even worse, within us.

TLV sky being its ill, TLV sky self.

My goals and aspirations of becoming a successful performer burn brightly in the forefront of my mind, yet the means of achieving them seem to be ever-changing.  I have no connections into the music world; I am trying to find the musical mold into which I fit; I still can’t seem to get on a stage in front of my own peers without the pressing urge to piss myself.  You know.  Standard stuff.  Similarly, the tiny city of Tel Aviv is filled with aspiring artists, musicians, and gifted people who already have enough to worry about, yet still need to be aware that they can go from having a peaceful morning stroll one Saturday, (or a walk-of-shame in six-inch heels…however you roll is A-OK by me), to being told by a police officer to cross the street because of an “unattended piece of luggage,” which is actually Israeli for:

“SHIT, SON! WHERE THE NEAREST BOMB SHELTER AT?!”

But on a more positive, and uplifting note (did you catch that little musical innuendo, there?), the most important thing we both share is that there is always an excuse to celebrate.  They don’t call me it one of the World’s Top Party Cities for nothing! So let’s make the best with what we’ve got!

Step Numero Uno: Hone in on your passions and goals, even if they seem impossible to achieve.  CHECK.

Step Numero Dos: Find the strength and courage to follow them. SEMI CHECK.

And last but not least,

Step Numero Three (language switch.  ADHD can have that effect on me, sometimes): Stay positive and party, even if the party is being held in a metaphorical bomb-shelter in your mind.  Or in my your pants.  Or in the pants of some big-time producer who promises you fame and success. Just kidding, I have morals you know.

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ADJACENT                 First Cover- Hiding My Heart By: Lee Eller

  And most importantly, stay tuned.  The journey is only just beginning!

-MLC

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