Things are Swell

I can't say that life hasn't been tough and is testing me on a daily basis, but I've won out more often than not. I'm feeling a bit like a free spirit, as queer as that sounds. I still work for Plaid Pantry, but no longer at the same location, but many places at any given time...whenever somebody is sick or gets fired. Sometimes I have lots of days off in a row and the sun likes to shine, regardless of the "unhappiest city in the country" articles you've been reading. Lots of guitar has been played and songs have been written, mostly and partially at times, with vocals speckled here and there in a pretty damn satisfying manner if I do say so myself.

I'm hitting my stride as a singer songwriter, without the luxury of overdubbing, or others to carry a portion of the burden. I miss the companionship and the good will felt by all when a group nails a song as a whole, but I love this freedom. My musical mind doesn't work like most others and I have complete control over this process for the first time in over five years...when I was still in highschool, like that even counts. The thought of getting up there to sing these deepest of songs in front of perfect strangers, with no friendships to soften the blow of criticism. I can't help but imagine myself sweating up there, fucking up songs left and right, or perhaps even frozen solid. But then again, this is what I do...I'm good at this. I know what it's like to connect with an audience and I've grown over many years of live performance.

I can do this...I can, and I have to.

It is written.

Anybody who really knows me can attest to that.

I was born to create in one way or another

...and this is what makes me whole and satisfied.