Well, first of all, my apologies.
I haven't written here in ages; due, in part, to new baby, but mostly because of sheer and profound unwillingness to write.
I haven't been writing music, poems, stories, blogs, tickets, nothing.
And each day puts me further from doing so. But today, my beautiful 3-year-old boy is home sick with Daddy, and I've been thinking...
A LOT.
Perhaps too much. Perhaps not enough.
But what really strikes me today is the source of it all, the crux, the heart of the matter.
A great deal of it is pure frustration; that sense of having been banging one's head into a wall for too long. It's a sense of being stymied at every turn, and growing a little more baffled at each new turn of the Labyrinth.
But yesterday, the woman of my dreams gave me my Valentine's Day present (I've already given her hers weeks ago. It's half the reason I wait so long to buy anything. I just can't keep myself from giving it too soon!).
It was likely the most thoughtful gift I've ever received. She'd gone on my Facebook profile and downloaded every performance picture, every show poster, every music event, and had them all printed and framed.
So I can put them all on the wall in the studio she can't wait for me to have.
If that level of love and support doesn't spark some creativity and hope...
Well, my God, nothing will.
So to those of you who support my music habit and see the shows, I thank you humbly.
To those of you who don't and haven't...
You have no idea what you're missing.
See ya onstage.
I haven't written here in ages; due, in part, to new baby, but mostly because of sheer and profound unwillingness to write.
I haven't been writing music, poems, stories, blogs, tickets, nothing.
And each day puts me further from doing so. But today, my beautiful 3-year-old boy is home sick with Daddy, and I've been thinking...
A LOT.
Perhaps too much. Perhaps not enough.But what really strikes me today is the source of it all, the crux, the heart of the matter.
A great deal of it is pure frustration; that sense of having been banging one's head into a wall for too long. It's a sense of being stymied at every turn, and growing a little more baffled at each new turn of the Labyrinth.
But yesterday, the woman of my dreams gave me my Valentine's Day present (I've already given her hers weeks ago. It's half the reason I wait so long to buy anything. I just can't keep myself from giving it too soon!).
It was likely the most thoughtful gift I've ever received. She'd gone on my Facebook profile and downloaded every performance picture, every show poster, every music event, and had them all printed and framed.
So I can put them all on the wall in the studio she can't wait for me to have.
If that level of love and support doesn't spark some creativity and hope...
Well, my God, nothing will.
So to those of you who support my music habit and see the shows, I thank you humbly.
To those of you who don't and haven't...
You have no idea what you're missing.
See ya onstage.
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