Tuesday, February 2, 2010

What's the point?

I'm 28 years old. 

It's 11:11.  Make a wish.

My son is asleep in the other room.

4 sentences.  3 declarative and an imperative.  Grammar fascinates me a lot and not at all.

What's the point?  Why write songs and think about arrangements and wonder about the logistics of having it actually duplicated and released and marketed and supported with a DIY tour and if it's going to be noticed and who gives a shit if it's noticed and you're wasting your time but you're having fun and shouldn't you be asleep and it's silly, you're a failure, you'll never succeed, you're not good enough, you can't possibly think that this is a good idea, but none of this changes the fact that dreams are meant to be chased and not necessarily caught and nothing worth having comes easy and cliche after cliche after truth after doubt after setback after success after staring at yourself in the mirror and wondering where the time went and taking responsibility for feeling as if you're stuck but you can do something about it so you're going to record an album just for you, nobody else, just for you, just, for, you, you, you...

That's the point. 

Because otherwise you're going to 35 or 43 or 65, and you're going to look back and think, "Why didn't I just do it?  What did I have to lose?"

Thank you for reading and for putting up with the stream of consciousness that will be this blog.  I just hope I don't let myself down...


  1. yo dude, open this to subscribers. word.

  2. word. follower gadget has been added. oh girl...

  3. First post and I'm hooked