The Chickens always come Home to Roost

Hi All,

I've been visiting the Tom Peters blog and thinking about commenting on the Larry Summers thing. I even wrote up a comment. But you know what? I just don't give a fuck. I don't have a single quanta of energy to spend on what others did or didn't do. What they are or aren't. I want to create. I want to make love. I believe that that is the way out of what we percieve as "problems". Criticism and doubt was the very efficatious way in. Inspiration is the ridiculously luxurious and relaxed way out. Like Sun Ra, Bootsy Collins and George Clinton (a few of our loving modern masters) I'm on my way out.

Maybe the Jonzun Crew said it best: "Space is the Place". And I know you know. I saw you shaking your ass to Space Cowboy. Can you imagine a black man (probably from New York City) re-inventing himself as a space cowboy? What did he tell his mom, his minister, the guy at the corner store? Yippie-ki, yippie-ki, yippie-ki ayy!

Or did they already understand? And want him to succeed more than anything? Even thought they couldn't tell him. Did part of them want to be space cowboys and girls? Of course they did. Everyone's got a soul, and we're all down here waiting for the permission—for someone else to tell us it's alright—to let it loose.

Got a great quote from George Washington from Caroline Myss yesterday (through bulk e-mail): "If you do not make the mistake of many and set up your will in opposition to Divine law, you will fulfill that high destiny for which you were chosen." That pretty much nails it. Although I'd add that many make the mistake of thinking that their greatest desire and divine will are in opposition. Not so. And I"m willing to die for that one. Every day, all day. And any way. I spent fifteen years on that one. Your deepest desire is what god wants too. Not just over all—but also right now! As scary, freaky, and tender as it may be. The mistake is not going into your desire but not going into it deeply and essentially enough. Not committing.

In space there's space. Space to be yourself. But also space to be lonely. We can give ourselves the space to love right here on earth. So we can share it with other people. It may be a little more difficult, but at least we get to hang out and talk about the good stuff, be with our wives or husbands, eat real food, and breathe the air. But what this means is that we've got to tell the people we know and love who we really are. We can't wait until we meet some aliens and then try to look cool.

I went over to a friend's house last night and made a killer beat. It even had a piano sample. We took the sounds right off his drum kit and upright. Sounded good too. With another $50K I'd have the album ready in no time. Van Gogh produced a painting every day. Swizz Beats makes a song in 15 minutes (and can make up to $50K for it). WIth $7 million I'd have the worldwide distribution network set up and the flagship product (The Love Artist) out and promoted and a million heads waiting for more. Once we run this sucker up the flagpole anything that's even related will explode straight out the box. I am a marketeer, after all, and just because I decided to go straight doesn't mean I've given up any of my chops. This is viral marketing of the viral marketing of the viral marketing. The whole thing has been reverse engineered from the start. We won't have to try to move upmarket like Rocawear is doing. Or mess with KMart just to make money like Martha does. We'll start at the top and make something for everyone. I, for one, can't wait to get the $10K White G Powerbook with the dual G5s and the built-in home studio. The one with the recycled plastic keyboard, easy-swap screen, and environmentally-lovely packaging. I know my brothers and sisters are downsizing and I want to offer them products and tools that they can be happy with for as long as materially possible. Catagory Killers every one.

I'm going to take a nap, but I will leave you with this:

If you don't believe, or don't have any money, just wait. And create. There has never been a winter without a spring. Nor has a fire ever been so severe as to preclude a phoenix. When it comes it will be because we have made it.

If you do believe, or can even imagine believing, and do have money, call me up. Instead of doing guily for-profit and ineffectual non-profit, we can build an actual life. Do it all every day, every way. A lot more efficient (as if anyone cares), more relaxed, and, I guarantee, a lot, lot, lot more fun. If you want to feel it and understand that it may take your life savings (and want it to end you up being rich and feeling it)—call me up. Let's do business.

The chicken's in the pot and I know there are hungry people out there. Or let me put it this way—the fact that the chickens are absent right now has no bearing on if they'll be here later. The chickens always come home to roost! You wanna invest overseas or here at home? Overseas is hot, home is currently ignored. The chickens always come home to roost.

I spoke with a guy from the Wall Street Journal yesterday. And gave him a copy of my book.

All I need is one paragraph in the right place at the right time. I know god is in charge, but I also know he's not above waiting until I'm strong enough to put my hustle down hard. And take naps in the face of fear. (Plus, he loves a good spiritual rags-to-riches story!) He wants to be sure I can stand up for a mistake I made four years ago in a board room full of fear and demand that Vintage charge $40 for my book even though I'm living off credit cards. He wants me to be able to be stronger than money even after I get it.

I'll say it right here so the non-believers know up front. The price is non-negotiable. And I will retain the rights to the book and the rights to raise the price when it picks up steam. Which I will do. Rich white kids are going to pay $60 for the paperback at the college bookstore and fret about how they're going to get boringly drunk that weekend. Just like I did. That's their perogative. This is mine.

If you want a mature, robust, real, mass culture, consider paying for it. It's going to make Omnimedia look like a home ec. project so your risk will be well re-imbursed. I'm sitting on a love virus--waiting for the angel capital to take it round the world. Ready to have some fun?