The scales always find a way to level out.

The universe keeps coming through for me at the right time.

There have been times my friends have called me Even Steven – referring to this classic Seinfeld episode http://youtu.be/prvm5ZFPIrE (they’re all classic, really)

It’s not really that accurate, but it’s still funny. I mean I’ve lost 18 basketball Grand Finals and never won one… That was been the cause of much heart ache that I’ve never truly recovered from.

I won’t bother chronicaling every devine moment I’ve experienced, and, that I’ve maybe read too much in to, but I will talk about this particular time.

Three nights ago I got up on stage at a story telling event run by The Moth

I followed my whimsies and signed up last minute (coincidentally, ‘Last Minute’ was their topic for the evening). I was arguably the least prepared as I’d approached the event without even the knowledge you could sign up to tell your own story. My friend Michael and I, I assume, were the only two in that position. He also told a super story. If you’d like to hear my story – I’ve attached it here, it’s an extremely abridged version of rather lengthy ordeal. – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hDhDyKtVoWQ

The results were wonderful, I was in the lead for the entire event after the judges voted me 27.1 out of 30. I lost to a guy named James who spoke last and scored 27.7 while I was in the toilet getting rid of some hot wings I’d eaten earlier (sorry about that visual). So I don’t even know his story, but I was okay with losing, as the winner would have to re-tell their story on the 2nd of December and I was not going to be in America at that time.

The next day I flew from Chicago and the high of that evening to Austin and the vast expansive lands it offers.

I’d not realised their were no trains here. Nor did I realise that things were spaced out.

Luckily for me, my friends Kaci and Roy are so damn wonderful and seem pretty willing to just drop me off at things and pick me up from them when I’m ready. They are beautiful people. So I went to an Improv jam

Now, I haven’t written in my blog for a damn long time – and that’s probably a result of what I’m about to talk about. So my friends in the interwebs might not even be entirely aware that in the past 18 months I’ve been consumed by Improv. Consumed by it so completely that I worked my way up to teaching it in Melbourne… Which – wows me. I love it. Opening up people’s mind to life’s virtues through improv comedy is one of the greatest whimsies I ever chased. But I’d need to have been blogging consistently for the last 18 months to make it clear how I’ve started having to juggle improv and music in my life

At this time I’m splitting my time on my annual visit to the U.S. between improv and music.

Anyway, the jam, here it is – it was all over the shop, and for one of the first times in my life chasing my creative whimsies I felt like I shouldn’t get up on stage with them, I had no idea why. I started to question if I wanted it bad enough.

A couple of weeks ago I was with my friend Kenny before a show in San Diego, and we were discussing a couple of my tours before this one and he said ‘you were really hustling back then’ (one year I came to San Diego and played 27 times in 23 days.) – that quote from him has stuck with my for the last 3 weeks. Am I not hustling anymore?

I’ve questioned this each time I’ve sat alone at a bar in New York, Chicago, and now Austin. Where in the past I feel I may have tried to spark up conversations and meet new friends.

I used to push and push until people became friends and I found extra stage time… And do I just not want it anymore? Enough? Do I feel less worthy? I haven’t written a song I LOVE in a while…have I lost it?

Then I listed to Amy Poehlers audio book YES PLEASE, and in chapter 25, Amy starts talking about ambivalence being the key to success, and that you should chase your creativity but try to care less about your career.

Oh man – I mean, listen to it… Because I won’t explain its profound impact on me well enough. All I’ll say is, I believe the rate at which I was listening to this audiobook (letting other podcasts interrupt it as I wandered the streets of Chicago etc) was meant to be. I was SUPPOSED to listen to that chapter today, the day I was extra worrying that I don’t hustle enough anymore.

Thank you Amy, thank you Universe.

Trust the path you are on, everyone. Take it easy. Chase your whimsies and live your dreams

Love Broni

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About Broni

Broni is the name... pronounce it how you like.. but when talking in the 3rd person.. i use... broni....... some use bro-knee... as long as you dont use drugs..??? I'm gonna miss ya, man. In September 2010 I was in San Diego. I'd just finished a set at the House of Blues and was being driven back to where I was crashing with my friend/chauffeur/couch provider Jenni. For some reason I don't recall, I brought up my love for dogs. She concurred, and what followed was this story. It was Jenni's first day of college, and it coincided with the unfortunate and very sad happenstance that her dog needed to be put down. She took the dog to the vet and when asked if she would like to stay, declined. Months pass and on TV she hears this message. 'When your dog is put down they will look for you in their final moments.' This obviously made her even sadder than it just made you. Whether or not this is a fact. The sentiment still punched me right in the heart and compelled me to write 'I'm gonna miss ya, man' which was penned the very next day in a cafe called Rebecca's. I hate bio's. A list of things I've done or am about to do seems antiquated. As if telling you that I once was paid a handsome sum to play at an after school care program is going to compel you to listen to my music or call me and hand me a multi million dollar record contract. At this point, musically, I have no interest in telling you where I've been or where I'm going. What matters is what I'm doing and who I am right now. The answer to both of those is this song. And it's coming very soon. My name is Broni, I'm from Australia. I'm a singer songwriter. All my songs are free and I have a new one out soon, that's all ya need. Nice to meet you, we'll probably like each other. find me at these places http://www.bronimusic.com http://youtube.com/bronibronimusic http://www.facebook.com/bronimusic http://www.twitter.com/bronibroni

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