A Note to my inspiration.
"I've never had another artist describe my passion,
or my life so accurately than Skrillex and Alvin Risk..."
I walk my life, my career trying everything out. Seeing what works best and how I can grow and become a better person, a better chef and continue to inspire. I walk into scenarios with no direction but nothing more than to see what happens…. A little reckless but fun. Trying it out with hopes of nothing but the best.
I began to embark into life journeys that smirk at me with fear and amusement of satisfaction as it opens a door to my next path of experiences and life lessons of growth, as I watch my past slowly drive away from me as I pursue my next destiny, taunting me with a “good luck” of a sarcastic gesture, wanting me ever so much to stay and watch my future trickle away.
My career has been somewhat of a laughing joke, a clown that teases me into what I think is fun and amusing, an acrobat of my desires and dreams and personal aspirations of fame; fighting with my imagination of talent and skills, explosions of thoughts and creativity.
I find myself looking past faith and my pre-determined destiny that is laid out before me, a way to change my stars and create what is inside of me and what I believe so desperately. Ironically the pain, the struggle, the chef inside of me wants nothing more than to create over and over again with every hint and playful banter it gets. I want new ideas, new concepts, something to please the mind of an edible journey and experiences. An unreal thought of conjures that persuades the palate to think what is real and what is not. I want to keep pushing the boundaries with food. I want my guest to think and make believe in something that is bigger and more imaginative than anyone could conceptualize or even fathom, even something unreal.
Little does anyone know or I want to admit, I have an army fighting against me, a constant battle to survive and stay alive. It is a force that feeds off my passion and perfection and it crushes things I love and want to keep by my side. A force of an army that defeats me from time to time, trying to take my inspirational thoughts of edible experiences from me just to survive, day to day on a minimum wage, a source of staying alive. All I have to do is lock myself a way, plug in and intoxicate, something as simple as a listen, imagine and conjure thoughts of my reality with rhythms that make me create, smile back with make believe to take down, annihilate this army of my mind. But yet, my Napoleon is unamused with thoughts of mediocrity as the dictator inside continues to invade and over throw the occupation that resides as it tries to dilute my mind, knowing and laughing, taunting the amusement of defeat that nothing will stop me or even bare to admit defeat.
My playful imagination continues to sarcastically smile back as it takes every fire as a lasting regret, laughing with every shot it bares to take. No matter the thought, the struggle, the pain, every single creation and passion I have inside continues to take a hit. Over and over again, always telling me nothing will ever stop me from reaching the end. My Napoleon continues to smile back at fears of regret, lessons and experiences, a smirk knowing I tried it out with no regrets.
My Napoleon may not be the best, but it keeps my alive. It has what I look for, pushing forward with passion, something I need so much to keep my thoughts brewing within, new ideas as it laughs in faces it defeats and constant battles trying to defeat my mind.
I am not the best, I don’t want to be. I just want to create, and be known for never giving up, never stopping, and always becoming what someone said I was not. The devilish mini me inside continues to laugh at the people with fearless defeat that try to take my thoughts and dreams deep within my mind. No matter what, I love being stuck in the middle, locked deep inside and between this struggle that constantly resides. My Napoleon constantly fires back and how I ever so love that, that smirk it makes that allows me to continue to create. Over and over again, like a sick a demented virus taking over the world until the end.
My food, my ideas, my constant Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is what keeps me going, it is my army, my mafia of power so deep inside, the mussel that surrounds my thoughts, a force that always has my back. Somehow the power inside continues to brush off what tries to blindside every single move or shot against my mind.
I don’t know where my thoughts come from, but someone inside keeps laughing and conjuring new ideas for me to take advantage of. Without it, I do not know who I would be. Most likely a little boy, wanting to play make believe with his silly little toys.
Thank you to the music, the producers and most importantly the artists that continue to inspire me, with their imagination and creaitvity that makes me conjures ideas of my make believe. Without it….. I would probably be nobody, so don’t stop.
The only thing that remains is the passion, the creativity and fun deep inside, never wanting to stop and admit defeat. Smirking, laughing at what tried to defeat it.
I go out to a party and look for a little fun, and silly me…. The inspiration has only just begun:)
Chiddy Chiddy Bang Bang...
-Dan