Posts in Thoughts
On the Edge of the Shadow

I often think about how uncomfortable I am all the time.  I begin to wish I had some kind of community or clique to fit into, some place to belong where I’d no longer feel so uncomfortable.  Then I realize that, not only will this never happen, but I don’t want it to happen.  It would change me in such a fundamental way that I would no longer recognize myself if it happened.  You see, there are a lot of people in the world who want to be an outsider, or that who market themselves as outsiders, but they’re not.  If you’re truly an outsider, it’s a lonely and uncomfortable place to be, and if there’s anything the average human doesn’t want to be it’s lonely and uncomfortable. 

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A Lament & A Note of Encouragement

I’ve started so many blog posts over the last few weeks, only to leave them half done because I get discouraged about it feels like I’m beating a dead horse.  When it comes to the music industry, there are others you can watch (Rick Beato) or read (John Strohm) who are much better positioned and equipped to talk than me.  And those are just two examples, there are many more.  I do like breaking down albums and concepts and putting them into writing, but that takes a different brain power than the musician brain power.  So, on that note, my book is also on pause.  I’m still listening to those Indiana artists, but the podcasts and interviews and research are on pause, I don’t have the bandwidth.  


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From Bad Religion to Bach

This morning when I got in the car, the first thing Apple Radio played was “Lisztomania” by Phoenix.  My initial thought was how my tastes had changed in the time since that record was released, because now I’m a huge fan of Franz Liszt.  And, in the wake of Brian Wilson’s death, coupled with it being quite some time since I last wrote a blog post, I thought exploring how our tastes change would be a good topic for a post.

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I Wanna Be Bob Dylan...

Writers are born, not made.  I don’t mean to say that a writer is not a slave to their craft, they are.  What I am saying is that no one would ever choose to be a slave to this craft if they weren’t born to do so.  See, when people say things to a musician or writer or whomever, “well you have a God-given talent”, it really is a “God-given ability and a God-given desire to work”.

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