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Tony Robbins On a Budget
Can't afford his $1K seminar? He has a lovely CD. . .
By Laura Onstot
Published on April 09, 2008
Moment of truth: I'm feeling cynical, and Robbins' introduction about how much he and his wife, Sage, love the music is almost worthy of a guffaw. Some of the track names, especially "You Can Relax Now," have me concerned that after finishing the CD I'll do things like bark every time someone says "Wheaties," or turn into an assassin next time I eat a mango. Yes, I laughed at the heavy use of synth and echo mikes. And I'm pretty sure you'll never see a male soloist, backed by a mixed-gender choir, faces turned skyward, offering up a prayer to Allah.
But by the end, I had settled back in my chair, loosening up my normal anxiety-rigid posture, and was smiling. Damn you, Robbins, and your subversive tactics; I think I have become a little more centered. Though you might want to skip the last track when Sage sings—she just isn't as power-unleashing as her dynamic hubby.
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