I remember when I was alone for all that time.
I remember the years I spoke to no one.

…and I think back to that time composing the songs that would become Alive and Screaming, with the window open and my bare feet sliding on the floor, and the hazy gaze of the midnight black around me. And it hurt so beautifully.

I sit here now in my little house with my little family and I wonder how I got here. I remember the day of my “L.A. freedom party” when I gave up my waiter job, apartment, city, sanity…and I was a traveling poet and a student of life like I always told my Mom I wanted to be, for over a year…a gypsy, singing my way from edge to edge of the country, from peoples floors to a movie star’s home…I learned a lot. About myself, about people…about struggle and how to live with no ground, no comfort, nothing but my raw exposed self.

I think of all the dreamers I met. I think about how cool it is that people invite me into their homes, into your darkest secrets and greatest joys.

There are days now when the prophet feels as if it IS mine. And the purpose has grown so much deeper than the music, but instead has given me an ability to find and speak my heart as it evolves every day. It has given me YOU.

The “Jake Walden Dreamers family”, as eclectic and sometimes dramatic and weird as we are….we love each other. I have learned so much about love and the power of believing in others….hoping for them…hoping for you as you hope for me…every day, in every way, as love should be.

So here I am, at the moment where after 2 years of touring the album, two years of too many hours a day on the computer, of every day trying to create something, traveling the country and meeting, as my dream has always been, the strangest of the strangers…

It’s time I found THAT place again. It takes everything. And for this season, for the creation of something truly of value and depth and uniqueness and honesty and purity and love and LIGHT, for this season I have to go…
I have to make this album, to write it, arrange it, fund it, envision every layer of it, record it, LIVE IT!!

I wrote a song once called “For Someone”. I didn’t know why or for whom it was given to me for at the time. Today I do. I know love, in all its raw, in all its glory, as I always hoped for.

Listen carefully to “Alive and Screaming”, tell your friends as so many have graciously done before. Spread the word and explore the website, download the album or give it to a friend as a gift…it all makes a difference, it adds up…you plant a thousand seeds and eventually one will grow…and once that one does, somehow as life works so too will the rest. No one wants to be first and yet no one wants to be last to the proverbial party.

Know that somewhere as the wind is blowing this summer on an L.A. evening, your friend Jake is putting his everything, including the piece of you that YOU let him see into a new record of THIS time…. and after all the waiting, the wondering and worry and hope, “A and S’s little brother will be born… and I’ll come home again, to this place we have all created. This little world I have gotten to be a part of… and then with your help I will come to your part of the world, face to face, and sing for you, with you…for you…and hopefully we will all look at each other with wonder…and smile.

It all matters… and it all hurts… and it all, every piece of what it is to BE, blows my mind every day…. Maybe, sometimes it’s not supposed to make sense, or maybe it is.

Beyond the success of what may come my way, all that has come so far…. in the end it is about the music, the unexpected connection, the occasional fumbling moments of clarity, the longing and the ache, the raw and the glory…. and most of all, the comfort in daring to question the questions that speak to us.

Come to a concert. Let me see your eyes as I sing, and maybe I’ll let you see mine…and for a moment, well, you just never know….you just never know… the only thing I know…. you know?? There is so much more to come…

See you soon…

Thanks for listening.

Peace, be you,
Jake

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