We share a common struggle — knowing how and when to deliver bad news. My tendency is to delay the delivery, or worse, try to avoid the need for delivery by allowing time to pass. But I’ve found this only makes the inevitable harder.
I had lunch with an accomplished surgeon awhile back who told me the two words that will kill the heart fastest are the words “ought to.”
I married my deejay and music producer. Since we said, “I do,” we’ve been traveling, working, creating and performing together, sticking closely to our respective processes. Recently, the electric feeling of an idea was born in both of us. We started brainstorming, talking about themes, beats, stage versus studio, rhymes. Then we decided to come up with a name for our duo. All of this sounded really cool. Then we sat down to actually collaborate.