Thursday, April 14, 2005

The Meeting In New York

Hey everyone! Thanks for all of your beautiful responses regarding that stupid e-mail. y'all make me feel like a protected little (or older) sister!

Well the good news is that my meeting today went really well, and if all goes wonderful.......:)

Gotta keep a secret sometimes!

 

Love ya,

Maysa

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hello Maysa,

I trust that this finds you well.  I have followed your career since Morgan State University!  I am a MSU Bear and graduated in 1989!  I am a military Mom and mother of two, and am currently on my second trip to Kuwait in the past two years!

I want to salute you for your candor and forthrightness on this site.  I followed your days with Incognito and this site adds a new dimenion to the performance industries that most don't see or understand.

I am a professional soldier and black women; I have faced many challenges in my career, but I have been truly blessed to have been around great people.

My prayer is that you will be so rewarded with all the success due you!  I am a loyal supporting because you are a true talent and a MSU Bear, no less!

Continue to hold your head high, give love to your little boy and remember that anything worth having is worth working hard for!

With all the best in store,

Mayja Mom

P.S.  I need to cut back on cussing too...I'm from East Bmore and I can GO!

Anonymous said...

ive been a fan of your music for years and decided just today to see whats going on here. oddly enuff a lot of people from other sites ive frequent are here as well. but reading your frustration and that email made me feel so justified on quiting singing. i have experienced nothing but the same thing since i started singing -  its amazing that no matter how much you've accomplished that you would be going through the same thing that i go through as a dance music artist.  i was just having this conversation with a new friend of mine who is also an accomplished recording artist. she was telling me that maybe i should just take a break from it but in my heart i know im done because the business has broken my spirit beyond repair. people always want to give spiritual support to these types of issues but the closer you are to God the worst this feels because you think that he would give you an easier path but it aint the case. On the lighter side maysa, i do have to add that no matter what you do in this world you'll never get your true value from anyone that has to pay out for your services.  if the business aint yours you're automatically on a discount as our society is based on getting as much as u can for as little as you can.  knowing your value is what causes so much disappointment because u know your worth and your value and its sad when someone doesnt agree.  its part of this society and there is no way out - all you can do is allow the universe/god/whomever keep providing for you and your family. sometimes we have to look at our needs and make sure they're all met because maybe thats all we're promised, nothing more or nothing less. People hate to believe that God says no. Christians only like to be good Christians as long as God is saying yes, but as soon as he says no, its like "lets trade in our God for a new one" - i think the best resolution is to check your needs versus your desires and see if his promise is kept if it is...then yo

Anonymous said...

Hi, Maysa

I am a 14 year old boy, who truly loves jazz and you. You have inspired me, and I'm 100% sure that I'm not the only one. Many of my friends think of me as an old man, including my mother, but no matter how bad one of my days at school, or any other day goes, you and your music always sends me " Smooth Sailing" And I know that you are a beautiful black woman, and all I can encourage you to do is to continue you path to freedom and success, cause it will cure any pain and hurt that you may feel; along with God of course. So stay adept in the field of music, or wherever God takes you, and continue to inspire people like me.

                                                                Love you,
                                                                Maurice Hunt