Date of Birth | INSIDE my HEAD

Hi friends. Good morning! This is a new face to an older endeavor, but I have begun a vlog.

Perhaps some of you might be wondering what a vlog is. I am too. Fingers crossed, but I’m figuring that the answer will present itself at some point, so I’ll just keep making them in the meanwhile.

But, if vlogs are anything like blogs, I’m imagining…

An exploration of life, as filtered through a daylighting numbskull such as myself, naturally. If there were episode numbers, this would be the first, entitled Date of Birth.

I call the series "inside my head" because all of this was, at one time or another, just that. Now it's outside my head, in 1080p! It's anyone's best guess whether that is a good thing or not, however, I have a good feeling about learning to shrug my shoulders more.

In all seriousness, talking to a camera is frightening. Posting about it on social media, even more so. But, then again, there’s also this whole bit about the most rewarding experiences in life being that which frightens us.

I’m certain that I don’t know what I’m doing, but trying to enjoy every minute of making it.

If you have any interest in connecting on Youtube, subscribes and likes and bells for notifications are sublime and the breakfast of champions. You do you because you do that best, and I like that.

WHO IS MIKE VITALE?

I am a storyteller, songwriter, singer, music producer, traveling musician, Jungian dream analyst, all-around curious fellow (Spiritual, Mathematical Historical, Scientific), Taoist, and much much more, based out of Los Angeles, California. I’m constantly releasing new music, in all sorts of different genres. You can listen to me below, on Spotify:

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Push the button

About two weeks ago, or so, my friend Monika Lightstone did a photography shoot with me in my neighborhood of Eagle Rock, in Los Angeles.

This is one of my favorite shots from that photoshoot.

It's about 4 blocks from where I live.  It's one of those huge intersections where they have blinking crosswalk units to help people not get hit by cars in the dead of night.  Monica was really digging the way the blinking crosswalk activity light (not pictured in this shot) looked above my head when I would push the crosswalk button (pictured in this shot).  So, she kept having me push the button—repeatedly—non-stop.

Traffic would stop.

Traffic wouldn't see anyone crossing the street.  They would just see some ass hat stooped in front of the botton (pictured above).  They honked their horns.

I would push the button again, because Monika instructed me to do so.  

More cars stop.  More cars honk their horns—a few even lay into his/her horn like a New York City resident resolutely trying to get a point across: "HEY DICKHEAD, STOP PUSHING THE FUCKIN' BUTTON."

Monica asks me to push the button again.

I politely suggest that I don't push the button again, because it seems to be agitating the traffic around me.  She tells me that she's trying to get a cool shot, and begs me to push the button one more time.

I push the button.

Maybe I really will do anything in the name of art (I really love this shot).

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