In my five years leading Freshwire, and in particular the 30 months since our network agency acquisition, I’ve witnessed firsthand the challenges and opportunities faced by clients and agencies alike in a rapidly evolving marketing world that demands constant adaptation.
The challenge for most fathers is our wiring. Moms are wired to be. Some may elect to keep the wiring turned off but still it exists in them.
Men must elect themselves to become fathers. We need to create the wiring. Many in my generation bear the scars of fathers who reluctantly accepted the offer of fatherhood — if they stood up for the job at all.
Those songs, man...t's the root. Howlin' Wolf, Muddy [Waters], Junior Wells. My whole DNA is wrapped up in these tunes. It's like tracing your family tree.
Last night, I stepped in the Chicago blues world for the first time.
Relationships are built through sharing many good stories over time.
My mentor and old boss, Quincy Jones, told me (and many others) that the secret is leaving space for God to walk in the room. The blues gives me space.
We are born whole but fragile. And if we are lucky, no one drops us. Some of us, though, get broken. We are cracked across generations, and we spend the rest of our lives trying to put ourselves back together again. My childhood was created with a concoction of volatile ingredients: equal parts racial uncertainty, newly found fame, financial struggle, closely guarded demons, and a mythical, fantastically sleazy neighborhood.