To belong ( Read more... )

He lived his life in virtual isolation. Not in a sense that he wasn't surrounded with people, indeed it was quite the opposite. But who among them had walked a while in his shoes? Who among them had taken the time to look beyond the booze and parties and pretty girls with long eyelashes, to find the lonely soul within? It can't be expected, this ( Read more... )

There's graffiti on our souls ( Read more... )

Technically, all a musician really does is figure out ways to fill in time. At the core of what composing is, it's really just about picking pretty words and notes and plopping them here or there over the time you choose to dedicate to listening. And it's every musician's hope, or at least almost every musician's hope that by some divine act of god ( Read more... )

Recording, user fried chicken. Song ideas. Will write them tomorrow. Now is the time for sleep.

It's been a hell of a week. Three new songs and a lot of sorting. I am tired and tonight is going to be my rest night. Tomorrow we will get an early start, watch some baseball and hopefully do a lot of recording. I'll be back tomorrow, until then goodnight, and good luck.

Come see ( Read more... )

I focus on your pain ( Read more... )

Today I heard that Hemmingway once said "Write one honest thing every day, and the rest will follow." Well, sounds like good advice. So here's the first one ( Read more... )

Tired, hungover, depressed and covered in Tiger Balm to calm the nerves in my head. Some days you just have to keep your head above water and get through it. Eggghhh, Boring.