the dreaming tree

i’m sitting in my room trying to feel creative. i’m alone. it’s not working. i seem to be able to get inspired to start, say, a song, but i generally end up feeling like it’s all lame. i have a much easier time producing when i have immediate criticism. my own head is just a …

it’s been great.  i’ve listened to a bunch of the records i used to enjoy and marvel at as a child.  i have a burgeoning collection that i want to be populated with classics, as well as some unrecognized jewels.  and i want to absorb everything that they have to offer.  here’s what i have …

starting is hard. but i have started some new things. old things are still in my face, but i hate them more every day. i’d rather be vague and direct. i’d rather just be on stage. i think my instrument is possibly my only voice.