It's not that I expect to have all the answers to my future and the path to success. I came from a hard working family that was never handed anything. I am pretty hard on myself and definitely my worst critic.
There has to be some sort of diner by the side of this road. Or a bank full of free money or a petting zoo. Or a gas station to relieve the pressure. But I always find in these moments that I'm at the point on the highway 120 km from the next rest stop.
I suppose then I will keep on keeping on in this depressing business of music. I feel like I need to get back to the place where sitting in a room alone with a scared voice was fun. The sound of my own voice scared me, but I wrote songs for myself and didn't worry about what the world outside my door thought because I kept myself so well disguised, there was no way of them ever knowing.
Music = secret place.
music = sacred.
I think people sometimes forget that. I know I do.
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I've put in a request with the powers that be to build a combination diner-petting zoo in your neighbourhood. There were some concerns that bleary-eyed truckers would mistake the goats for walking dessert trays, but they decided to clearly label the petting zoo components with stickers saying "do not eat" and hope for the best. They said to tell you they can't do too much about the state of the music business, but to tell you that you rock. By "they" I mean the powers that be, not the bleary-eyed truckers.
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