kill your darlings.

Well my loves,
The email I've been avoiding is here. 

A few weeks back I sent out a newsletter with the subject line Vulnerable AF. It was about starting a blog and sharing more of my process + life with the world. 

[ Your responses were amazing! I read every single one of them. Thank you. ]

Then, as often happens when I make a statement like that to a ton of people, the Universe turned around & was like Vulnerable AF, eh? Well here’s a bunch of sh*t to feel INSANELY vulnerable about. Now go walk your talk, Miss Thing.

And thus I said hello to Growth + Expansion’s lovely counterparts, Fear + Resistance.

This happens every time. 

Whenever I evolve into a new level of living, the parts of me that were keeping me stuck inside my previous life have to die. And so they fight like hell to survive, showing up in the form of excuses, tiredness, distraction, and anything else they can come up with to keep me from moving beyond them.

We live in a dual universe. Everything in life shows up with its opposite.
That's just part of the game.


Without dark there is no light.
Without death there is no life.
Without resistance, there is no expansion.

I used to buy into Resistance. I believed its stories about my capacities + all the scary things that would happen if I leaned into my dreams.

Now I don’t.
That is the only difference, and it’s the only one that matters. 

So, beautiful people - my first 3 blog posts are up on medium.com:
On Making Sh*t + Sucking at Stuff
On Dating as a Spiritual Practice
How to be Happy When You Have No Idea WTF is Going On

Stay tuned for weekly posts. And if you dig them, please like, comment + share!
(My resistance really hated typing that).

Thank you for reading. And listening. And speaking. And dancing. 
Without you, the party is boring. 

vulnerable af.

Friends,
Things are about to get realer.

Last week I sat in a circle of women during a workshop on feminine sexuality at Envision Festival. Lit by candlelight & in various states of undress (it was hot okay), we spilled our guts to each other about some of our deepest struggles.

As each woman shared experiences & feelings she usually kept to herself, the entire group exhaled as if to say "Me too."   

I saw how revealing our deepest truths -- especially the ones we normally keep hidden -- gives those around us permission to stop fighting the experience of being human, and frees everyone up to be more of ourselves. 

This got me thinking about how much of myself I reveal in my public writing. 
There's plenty I don't say, and I often cloak the more personal parts of my journey in universality. But I wonder if the specifics might turn out to be more universal than I've thought.
& I wonder if that might be more useful for the world.   

So I’m starting a blog. 
I’ll write more personal, in-depth pieces more often. I'll nerd out about the universe, explore the ins + outs of the creative process, and share lessons learned out on the front lines of love.

It’s gonna be vulnerable AF.

And my peeps, I also want to hear from YOU.
What do you want to read about?
No topic is off limits.
I’m all ears.

#F*CKIT
(I must really love y'all)
xoxo Tash

Stories of Fearlessness: Interview with Everup.com


EVERUP: What’s your biggest fear?

BLANK: Making mistakes.

How did your fear impact your profession/passion?

Since mistakes are crucial to the creative process and all positive growth, my fear was crippling. Synthesizing my passions for music, dance, spirituality and performance into a career required me to try out and mess up a lot of ideas as I figured it out. I spent much of the first few years of my career in a constant state of anxiety.

Thankfully, I’ve got pretty serious ADD and an inability to do much of anything that I’m not passionate about. So I was left with no choice but to learn how to deal with and move through those seriously uncomfortable feelings.

How did you overcome your fear?

I changed my relationship to it. Our egos (the part of our minds responsible for fear) are built to protect us and keep us safe—a mechanism which keeps us inside our comfort zones. While that strategy might sometimes prevent disaster, it also keeps us from doing anything new, interesting and beyond the confines of what we already know.

Once I recognized my fear as an alarm bell that goes off every time I do something that will probably lead to my life becoming more awesome, exciting, and expansive, I started to be able to befriend it; to see it as a signal that I’m on the right path rather than as an indication of danger.

These sweaty palms and racing heart might be temporarily uncomfortable, but the willingness to tolerate them pays off a thousandfold.

What achievement were you able to unlock thanks to overcoming your fear?

I owe all of the good things in my life to moving through fear. Throwing parties? I didn’t have a clue what I was doing those first few years. DJing? Totally freaked me out. Writing for audiences of thousands? If you could listen to the chorus of voices in my head saying,“Nobody cares what you think; Who are you to take up space in people’s inboxes?” you’d think I was insane. Speaking and singing publicly? Terrifying. Literally everything I’ve accomplished has been done in the face of it.

Is there an ongoing exercise or practice to maintain your fearlessness?

The most important thing is remembering that when it comes to being human, there’s no such thing as fearlessness. If you’re waiting to do something until you feel fearless about it, you’ll never do it. Fear is a part of life. Just like joy, sadness and love. The question is how we choose to relate to it. Here are my three step process for moving through it:

Out your fear:

When we name the big feelings swirling around inside our psyches, we lessen their power over us. For example, if I’m hesitating before having a difficult conversation with someone, I’ll begin by saying “Look, I’m totally intimidated/uncomfortable/nervous to bring this up with you, so I guess it’s important!” Letting yourself start where you are is the first step to actually starting.

See it as a good thing:

Reminding yourself that experiencing the temporary discomfort of fear will be worth it in the long run (and that your future self will thank you!) is crucial. And the more you practice this process, the more you’ll start to automatically respond to the feeling of fear with an excitement that says, “Awesome! My life’s about to get way cooler that I thought it could be.”

Find greater meaning:

If your reason for doing something fear-provoking is purely ego-based (i.e.: it’s all about you)—you’re just pitting your ego against itself. When you make your mission about something bigger—like helping other humans or healing the environment—you give it way more power, and put your self-interested ego back in its proper place (one where it doesn’t run your life).

We all already know the ultimate endgame here: we die. Our egos will never ultimately succeed in their mission to keep us safe. So we might as well have as much fun and do as much cool shit as possible while we’re here!

Sick as f*ck + the gospel of force quit.

Beloveds,
A quick note on getting your plans upended & your tables turned -

Go with it. 

Back in December I came down with bronchitis and lost my singing voice.
“I’ll be better in a week," I said.

What followed was a solid two months of nonstop hacking and a forced break from a project I was attached to accomplishing immediately

There is a palpable sense of urgency these days.
It’s important that we listen & respond to what’s happening around us. 

AND. 
It’s the exhale that clears space for the next inhale.
It’s the space between the notes that creates music. 
It’s the moments of pause where we settle into the stillness inside that allow us to access the genius living there. 

Sometimes getting knocked down is life's way of setting us back upright on the path we otherwise mighta hurried past. 

I can't name the number of incredible things that happened because I surrendered to this weird creative limbo. But I can tell you that I'm emerging from it with new tools & the awareness necessary to actually make the thing I'm here to make.

Go easy on yourselves my loves.
Then use the energy you gather up to go kick some f'ing ass.

xo  Tash

The Edge Of Infinity + The Best Statistic I've Heard All Week

My loves,
Every moment is a choice between the way things have always been and the way we imagine they could be. 

We're entering some seriously weird territory as Friday draws near. I've heard friends write off our collective near future as our political climate threatens to undo decades of human and civil rights work. 

But the choice is ours. We can feel defeated, or we can give thanks for the wake up call and get to work. We can get angry and hurl the hurt we feel back against people who think differently from us, or we can realize that the only enemy here is a system that pins us against each other in the first place. We can take a good hard look at who we are not, and then decide who we truly want to be. 

FUN FACT: 
200 charter buses have applied for parking permits to attend Trump's inauguration this Friday. 1200 have applied for the Women's March on Washington Saturday.

We get to choose between hardening our ideas and stretching into new growth. Between hopelessness and imagination. Between apathy and action. Between fear and love. 

Everything is possible, friends. 
Let's rise.


Love,
Tasha


//  For those of you marching Saturday! I'm playing for Daybreaker DC Sunday morning. Tell all your friends.  We're about to make a lot of noise.
//  The Get Down is back at Cielo next Thursday 1/26!  Get on the spaceship.

The Morbid Realization That Instantly Set Me Free.

My people!
The other day in yoga class, my mind wandered straight into an epiphany. 

My stream of consciousness wove in and out of recent events, to do lists and the like - and then somewhere along the way, one thought reminded me of another that triggered a brain shattering moment of pure presence in which one singular idea claimed the stage of my prefrontal cortex:

I’m going to die. 

Some day. 
At some point.
This heart will stop.
These lungs will go still.

I'm going to die.
I'm going to die. 
I'm going to die. 


Instantly, every other thought was swallowed up by the full picture of this finite life, and the question of HOW DO I WANT TO SPEND THIS PRECIOUS, TEMPORARY THING eclipsed all the little worries previously consuming my thought space. 

Our egos are super important. They keep us alive. They make sure we don't walk in front of moving vehicles, and learn social cues so we can survive as part of a tribe. But when we let them drive our life, they generate all the dithering repetitive thoughts that drive us insane and distract us from the true meaning of this moment. 


Today is not just another day to survive. 
It’s one in a limited number of days you get on this planet. 
How will you use it? 


Obviously, I am prone to dancing.
Next Thursday we go all in at the first Get Down of 2017 at HOUSE OF YES.
Shall we?
 


High fives, fellow traveler ~ 
xox Tash

Fuck Your New Years Resolutions.

Friends, 
As we reflect on the last 12 months and start making resolutions for the next,
your invitation is this:


Give less f*cks.

Give less f*cks about the things you can’t change, the things that already happened.
Give less f*cks about the mistakes you made + the things people might have thought about you.
Give less f*cks about having the best profile picture, the perfect body, the most polished emails. 
Give less f*cks about getting it right.

Imagine the power we’d have if ours wasn’t so busy obsessing over things that  1) we can do nothing about or  2) have nothing to do with what we actually came here for.

Imagine if we gave less of a f*ck about failure than we do about that intimidating project we've been avoiding that's secretly the most important thing we could possibly pursue. 

Imagine if we gave less of a f*ck about that annoying thing our boss said or how long we've been standing in line at the post office than we do about systemic racism and the planet.

Remember what you came here for.
Decide what you want. 
Go do that. 
F*ck the rest. 


Love you so f*cking much.
xox Tash

How To Use Your Breakdowns + The Infinity Under Your Nose.

Beautiful humans,
When I went to set up for The Get Down a couple weeks back, I was at a loss. I didn’t know what music to play. I didn’t know who was going to show up. I didn’t know how we were going to “celebrate” with all the craziness unfolding around us politically, environmentally, socially.

I couldn’t see more than 2 inches into the future, much like none of us can predict where our country or our planet are headed right now. But as the night unfolded, what happened on that dance floor blew me over sideways.

I watched more people than we’ve ever had show up to the pre-party meditation.
I watched people who usually stop at the bar first make a beeline for the dance floor.
I watched eyes go wild, feet go fierce and limbs go everywhere.
I watched a room of friends and strangers, college kids and aging hippies, businessmen and bboys turn into one giant, bouncing heartbeat - bigger and more unified than I'd ever seen.

When life rips us open from the inside, we have two choices:
Fall apart and break down, or come together and break through.

What we have now is a massive opportunity:
To turn the raw material of this moment into creative energy, art, and action.
To propel ourselves into all the ways of being we never thought could be ours.

How will you use it? 


To your broken open, unstoppable selves ~
xo Tash

Fresh Melodies + Intergalactic Dirt Hands.

My people!
6 months ago I got rid of all my stuff, moved into a suitcase, and said Yes to a crash course in waking up to what it means to be human. 

Every new situation and encounter has been a teacher. I've tried out loads of new things, f'cked up plenty of them, and have been learning to enjoy the tricky bits as much as the intergalactic sunrise synchronicities.

I'm also noticing that every time I reach the top of one mountain, it turns out to be just another hill with a better view of all the bigger rocks left to climb.

The point is not getting to the top.
The point is not getting it right.
The point is not finishing the game.

The point is deciding which game you’re here to play, 
then getting your hands dirty with the joy of it.


Shall we?

//  This Saturday, NYC’s most exquisite party purveyors turn a 72-room estate into a waterfall of wildly sensuous adventures.  Public tickets are sold out, but I’ve got a handful reserved for YOU
//  Next Thursday, I’m back at The Get Down at Cielo with the LEGENDARY Tony Touch. Woot!

And yes! This means I'm moving back to Brooklyn where I’ll be (mostly) settling in to work on some big projects this winter. They’re all things I’ve never done before, and I’ve got no hard evidence that I’ll be able to pull them off  -  but fear is my favorite dance partner these days.

Holy whoa!
Love, Tash

Icelandic Explosions + An Audacious Invitation.

Icelandic Explosions + An Audacious Invitation.

My peoples,
Last night I sat in the audience as Sigur Ros spilled giant sonic waves over Radio City Music Hall. The show was a masterpiece, building from the subtlest meditative drones into an explosion of light + sound over the course of three hours.

As their weird harmonies swished through my skull, I realized how rarely I sit down and take in something that hasn’t been edited into attention-grabbing quick cuts. I remembered how back in college, my friends and I would just sit and listen to music. And that's it. 

Then I looked over and the dude sitting next to me was checking his email.

I couldn’t judge him. Most of the time I’m skipping between laptop screen and iphone apps, cramming in an extra task while one page takes a minute to load, splintering my attention between as many things as possible because

1)  it gives me the totally false sensation that I’m being more productive
- and -
2)  it prevents me from having to deal with the overwhelming expanse of this moment and all the questions living within it.

It’s a lot to be fully here.
It’s easier to coast from one notification to the next.

But if we're going to do what we came here to do, it’s going to require all of our attention.

For those of you coming to The Get Down tonight: 
You’re invited to notice when you're compelled to check your phone or catch yourself looking around the room for someone / somewhere else to be. And you’re invited, in those moments, to drop back into the music + into the best dance of your life.

Because there’s only one place it can happen.
And that’s right here right now.


Online tickets are sold out. There will be a handful at the door. Arrive before 8pm to ensure entry.


I love you!
xo Tash

Einstein's Psychedelic Solution To Brangelina.

Fellow humans, 
Most days I cannot watch the news. It's mind and heart-crushing to see so much violence and injustice play out in our streets + around the globe, all laid out in front of us in an endless scroll. 

Meanwhile, our media machine cacophonizes the demise of Brangelina and any number of other unimportant distraction bytes, and we argue over who's right and who's evil. We layer hate over fear in our struggle to make meaning out of pain. 

But we have a choice about the meanings we generate. 


We can use all of this as an excuse to reinforce the patterns of separation that got us here, or we can use them as opportunities to rise up and say, with every ounce of our existence:
This is not what we came here for.


"[The human being] experiences himself .. as something separated from the rest — a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”   -  Einstein

When we dance  when we let our minds drop into our feet and sweat out our ideas of right and wrong, fear and resentment, blame and shame, joining the brothers and sisters around us in one shared heartbeat  we take responsibility for our own humanity. In the remembrance of our shared blood, we remember our part in creating a world built on the knowledge that we are all in this together. 

It is in this spirit that we gather tomorrow night at The Get Down.  
Online tickets have sold out, but there will be a handful available at the door.
Let's make some f*ing magic. 


I love you.
x Tasha

This is probably TMI, but whatever.

My people,
I usually avoid getting real personal in these emails. I do my best to extrapolate what life's been teaching me, serve up the larger lesson separate from the backstory, then give you some banging new tunes + party invites. 

But as with most things, sometimes I just have to say f*ck it.

3 months ago, I made the hardest decision of my life. I got rid of most of my stuff, put the rest in storage, left my home and beloved partner of 7 years, and moved onto the road with a suitcase and backpack full of dj gear. 

Saying goodbye to life as I knew it was both terrifying and unavoidable. I'd spent months arguing with myself, gathering all the evidence I could to NOT burn down the precious bridges I'd spent years building.

It took me a long time to follow the advice I dispense so freely here - to drop my thinking mind, listen, and then act on the inner knowing that said "Pack your bags, girl, and give everything you've got to music." 

When I left, it was the most difficult thing I'd ever done.
A little while later, I realized it was just a practice run for what's ahead. 

Because, dear friends, this story isn't really about me.

It's about whether we're willing to let go of plans B and C and lean all the way into the life we've been given. It's about letting go of what you thought you couldn't live without. And it's about how far we're willing to go in pursuit of our deepest truth. 

Because the status quo isn't working. Not for any of us. We cling to it because it's familiar & we're afraid to leap from the confines of our comfort zones. But that's not reason enough to stay. And outside your comfort zone isn't just where the magic happens - it's where the real you lives. 

Go there. 

Love from the road ~
xo Tash

++  Join me at Soul Camp next week + find me on the playa if you're Burning Man-bound!
++  True story.

You're not pissing enough people off.

Comrades,
There is a quiet knowing inside you.

You could call it your gut, instinct, cosmic consciousness .. doesn't matter. It’s how birds know to fly south before temperatures drop, and caterpillars know to wrap themselves in cocoons and wait for something they could never imagine is about to happen.

The trick with humans is we live in elaborate systems constructed from norms and expectations and served up on platters labeled Truth. Our delicate hearts and very survival depend on a shared sense of belonging, so we snuff out our own knowing with social demands, even if those demands don’t line up with who we really are.


But if I have learned anything in the last year, it’s this:
You can listen to it now, when your have to perk your ears a bit to hear its whispers, or you can listen to it later, when it’s kicked in your door and set your house on fire.


If we are to create a new and different kind of world, we're going to have to do this - A LOT.We’re going to have to get used to pissing people off, demolishing expectations, and trusting that even if don't know in the moment why our inner compass says to turn left instead of right, yes instead of no, stop instead of go:

There is a new world trying to come through us.
Our native intelligence knows exactly what to do.
Our biggest job is to listen.


Whenever I have trouble listening, I return to the dance floor.
I find my feet on the earth and let the beat soak into my skull,
until it’s just me and the music and the ground I’m standing on.
Then it really gets good.

Love your guts,

Tash

The truest thing I've heard about Orlando.

Fellow people,
Feels like the world is on fire, don’t it?

A friend of mine posted a vulnerable share the other day in response to the tragedy at Pulse Nightclub. He wanted to be hopeful. To build a stronger community and sense of meaning from this loss. To believe that We Shall Overcome and Love Wins.

But it’s difficult to stand in the truth of those sentiments when an equally real wound as old as our culture has been ripped open and jammed with salt. “I can’t hit send on an inspirational quote when I can’t stop crying,” he said.

In the wake of last weekend, we’ve seen all the ways the mind responds to chaos and fear. We’ve watched what the media does with it. We’ve experienced how it can bring us together and splinter us apart.

Something awful happens, and we jump outside ourselves for the answers:
to do something this instant
to find someone to blame
to find the meaning
to identify the solution.

Meanwhile, underneath, it just f’ing hurts.
And in our culture of quick fixes, that’s a hard thing to be with.
But the most lasting solution would have us do just that.


The underlying condition of violence is the belief that we are separate.
And paradoxically, in order to touch the place where we are most deeply connected with others, we have to go to the centerpoint of ourselves. 


If we want to deal with the root cause of fear,
we have to go to the place where love lives: the place we actually are.


It doesn't always look like unicorns and rainbows.
But it's the place from which we can create real solutions. 


This is where we go when we dance.
 

cliff jumping + wild fires.

Beautiful humans, 
I bet there’s at least one thing in your life you think you couldn’t live without.

Maybe it’s your steady paycheck, best friend, instagram following, home, career, routine, ideas about who you are and/or are not, or whatever screen you're currently staring into. 

We've all got plenty at stake, and we all spend a whole lot of energy protecting it. 
But inevitably, sooner or later, one way or another, we lose it all.


Here's the good news though:

When wildfires rip through hundreds of thousands of acres of forest, as we all stand agape at the incredible destruction, worrying that things will never be the same -- far below the smoke plumes and flame tips captured by helicopter cameras, something incredible is happening. 

Hundreds of thousands of long-dormant pinecones are cracking open in the fire’s heat. Inside, the seeds of the Great Sequoia - the largest tree on earth - get their first chance at life. These seeds germinate almost exclusively after wildfires, their seedlings thrive in the barren habitat of recently desolated forest, and then they grow to be over 300 feet tall and live for thousands of years.

What I am suggesting here, good people, is that it's only once your world as you knew it burns down that some of the strongest, greatest, most resiliently genius and beautiful parts of you will show up.


Tomorrow night is The Get Down in NYC, and we will burn burn burn until the music turns the brights of our insides out.  Ready?  { tickets here }

(New music, cross country parties + more below) 

All the love, 
Tasha

Literally The Greatest Adventure Of All Time.

Hey superhumans,

Last week I was hanging out at the MoMA and noticed something. Surrounding some of the greatest works of art this planet has seen were selected pieces from earlier in the artists’ careers. Pages from Pollack’s sketchbook, Picasso’s early days. And they were underwhelming, early explorations of untried forms that didn’t look like much.

What differentiates the legends from the good-enoughs is not inborn talent.
It’s curiosity.


Each of these aesthetic game-changers, regardless of what era they were breaking out of or forging into, trusted their process enough to follow it into brand new territory.

We all have a choice.

We can judge the seedlings of our creative process as good or bad, assess their potential for success and discard anything that triggers doubt.

Or, we can look at them like clues in a mystery unfolding through us, and keep walking even when the path is dark, trusting that the bridges we are building will hold long enough for us to cross.


The only place any of us ever get to be is right where we are. 
Might as well explore the sh*t out of it. 


xo Tash


In NYC? The Get Down returns home to Cielo tonight + it's going to be huge heeps of fun.

When life punches you in the face.

People of the dance floor!
Life is a crazy animal.

We forget sometimes. Routine takes over, we make assumptions, and that convincing illusion called control permeates our perspective.

Then inevitably, something comes along and punches us in the face and reminds us that literally anything can happen at any time. That we actually have no idea what’s hurling towards us in the next minute, hour, week. We can show up and do our part, but it’s only 49% of the equation. That other 51 is up to life.

I got one of those metaphorical lifesmacks a couple days ago, and subsequently found myself wandering the streets of Portland taking in sounds and colors and smells like they were brand new phenomena. It was a WTF moment that slingshotted me outta my normal day and into the here + now - in which everything is always shifting and anything is possible.


And while that doesn't necessarily make it easy, there's at least one fun question that arises when we get in touch with the dime-turning quick-changing nature of this world:

What do you wish were true?

It's probably closer than you think.
Life wants you to know it so bad it’ll punch you in the face just to get your attention.


xo Tash

Ps! I'm back in NYC next week, The Get Down is taking over Output and I cannot wait to see you. 

perspective whiplash + dancing with strangers

You guys,
Something blew open my world a few months ago. I haven’t written anything about it until now because I was busy recovering from perspective whiplash, but I think my head's back on straight. 

After a life of dancing by myself, I started prancing around on all sorts of social dance floors (blues, fusion, swing, salsa), finding the best dancers in the room and asking them to show me stuff. And it’s been f’ing crazy.

I talk plenty about how showing up to the dance floor (aka life) with a bunch of pre-planned moves & rigid expectations cuts us off from all the possibilities living just beyond our wildest imaginations. How dropping into what’s unfolding through our senses in the here+now opens us to new ways of moving, listening, and being alive.

Try adding another person into the mix.
When was the last time you approached another human being with zero assumptions, expectations or agenda?

When it happens on the dance floor, it's obvious. 
The combination of two swirling bodies creates a third thing that's entirely surprising to both. The belief that the mystery between them contains infinite potential - and the willingness to get curious about it - results in the most breathtaking acts of creativity.


It's what happens when we surrender our head trips long enough to discover something brand new. And it's what happens at The Get Down when the room suddenly turns into one giant jumping spinning group hug

For those of you in NYC, we return to Verboten next Thursday for a truly special edition of The Get Down. Elena Brower is on pre-party yoga, a special guest DJ graces the decks (he is legendary + playing another big show in town, so it's a secret), I'll unveil a project I've been working on for the last 6 months, the crew is back in full force.  Join us :)

To infinity + beyond ~
xo Tash

The Importance of Saying F*ck It.

Hey earthlings!

Got your list of 20 ways you'll be better next year all ready to go?
Me neither. 


It's doubtful I could ever remember something like that - let alone actualize it - so I'll be letting just one simple phrase come with me into 2016: 

F'ck it. 

There is too much good to do right here right now to waste any more time staying small, fixing ourselves, fighting ourselves, holding onto things that aren't working, or avoiding the untested possibilities that might just work. There is too much good to do. 

Generally, our gut knows what to do in all situations.
The problems arise when we listen closer to fear, social mores, and expert opinions. 


So, eff those. Listen to what's real. 
Say the things that need to be said (especially the uncomfortable ones)
Do the things that need to be done (especially the terrifying ones)
Then let's get on with saving the planet and evolving humanity, shall we? 


High fives!
xo Tash


// My last public set of 2015 was a wild 3 hours on Cielo's Funktion One. It starts slow, goes high, and includes the tracks I crushed on hardest this year - along with the live interlude we don't usually post. 
// We'll be doing it all again at Verboten on January 21, and presale tickets are already moving quick.

Radical Honesty.

Friends + music lovers + lovers + music friends!
There are 2 new mixes waiting for your ears at the bottom of this email, 
but first I’ve got some honesty for your brains.


This year has been the most interdimensionally exhilarating of my life so far - not because I got to travel or meet new people or make more art (though that happened, thanks Universe!)

It's because I started telling the truth.
Those other sweet outcomes are just symptoms of that fact that I stopped believing fear is a good reason to avoid difficult conversations or hold back the potentially offensive / highly creative / totally awesome realness transpiring inside my cells.

And the real reason this matters?
The amount of energy we waste squirreling away our aliveness is insane.
The time we spend trying to be anything besides what we currently are is a resource we could otherwise be spending on saving the planet.

Easy? Not always. Comfortable? Definitely not at first. 
But the only material we’ve ever actually got to work with is the truth of what's happening right now. When we tell it fully, we get full access to all our resources. We become an open + spacious response to what's real, and reality opens up to us in return. 

Pro tip: the truest move is usually the one that makes you squirm at least a little. 
Just use the squirm as an excuse to start dancing. 


Good stuff below!
Love, Tash

** NYC people: I rock all 3 hours of The Get Down tomorrow night. It's my last public set of the year, and you can expect every sonic moment to be filled with the craziest, most honest beauty I can muster.