I’m standing in the 5x2 upstairs office of Winston House in Venice, at 11:30pm on a Wednesday night. My feet, and legs, and back, and brain, are all in desperate need of a professional asian woman, who understands the art of massage.
After years in LA, post covid nightmares, I feel like I’m finally getting somewhere.
Finally working full time, close to the music.
It’s been a long while since I’ve felt challenged…and nervous, and inadequate, but appreciative, and afraid to fail, but grateful, all at the same time.







I’ve always been obsessed with the end game, constantly fantasizing and “manifesting.” Thinking I can choose the final destination, become obsessed with it, and everything will just magically come to fruition (because I’m “working hard”).
I saw someone at a show last weekend, who I hadn’t seen in a year or so.
“LUCAS! YOU LOOK HAPPY! AND HEALTHY!? (need I mention this person was obviously intoxicated…)
He said to me “dude, so what’s the goal now?” alluding to my previous 7 years in LA / business ventures / songwriter showcases / recording studios (that all came to an abrupt halt end of last year)
I think he asked this because I was so strong in the end game early on.
I felt like if I wrote it in stone, held on to it all so tight, it would become impossible to let go…impossible to fail.
Looking back, it was like writing it in sand on the beach, right before the tide came in. There was no chance I ever had a say in where life was going to take me.
The irony is, as I get closer to what I feel is my “purpose” in this world, I feel less of a need to put a label on it.
Just living, one day at a time.
Only goal right now: stay close to music.
COME TO THE SHOW TONIGHT AT WINSTON HOUSE!
Once you strip it down, it becomes simple.
What I’ve come to realize, is the only things in my life I can honestly say I love, have dropped in my lap out of thin air.
There’s a fine line between manifesting, and forcing.
The final level of manifestation, is divine intervention.
The things I put the most effort into “manifesting” (in my case forcing) are no longer in the conversation.
I worked so hard, for so long, to force what I believed my destiny to be. Only when I let go, did anything of substance fall into place for me.
If it’s meant to be, it will be.
Either you’ve been down the right path all along, and it works out…or the rug gets pulled out from under you, and you restart. Don’t be afraid to.
I’ve had the great privilege of restarting, and what JOY it’s been.
But in less than 6 months, I somehow feel closer to it all than ever before.
I’m thankful for today…for right now.
I thank the wind for blowing the way it has, and taking me here. I didn’t do much, other than let go.
They weren’t lying when they said the world is working for you, not against you. It might just take some time to see that.
Long live rock n roll.
Never bring a knife to a gunfight.
- Lucas
Just the facts man!
I needed to hear this! Thanks for inspiring me and other artists beyond 🙏