head to toe in mud

i spent an hour discussing music and the future of popular music as might be with my dear friend ken. it;s inspiring to say the leastest. Ken is an industry pro who puts all his passions and sweat into making music and helping musicians churn out delicious songs. the songwriting process is starting again. i am sitting here with 100's of bits of papers 3 guitars a handful of keys and bits and bits of soundclips i have recorded on the beach in pubs on airplanes and while walking the streets. putting them together giving words and shaping a song. i feel like a kid in a toystore. it's time to go underground. guitars check. microphone check. pen and notebook check. muse check. bottles of thumbsup check. this time i will start by writing a song in french. i dont know the language but what the fuck. i spend the entire evening listening to september and how inspiring they are. as an artist you have the freedom and ability to fly onto this unventured onto plane and create oceans and mountains and stich rainbows together. the view is breathless and the green fields harbour countless trees. trees with no ghosts hiding behind them.

i need a waterproof guitar so i can write in the shower. it's been a few hours since the above paragraph and i am liking the sound of my voice. when you find yourself smiling a lot to yourself you know the music is good. i could badly use an ipod to listen to my songs on repeat while i am away from my music. i want someone to talk about my music to. why can;t people respond to music ? why can;t they tlak about it and express how it makes them feel.

it's been a few more hours since the above paragraph and i ended up reading quite a few of gibran's letters. gibran should be kicked in the nuts for a lot of stuff but sometimes when he manages to get his shit together. it isn;t bad. once i was with this girl who was a huge fan. i think gibran turned her into a psuedo. i also read L'affaire Lerouge but i can't understand shit. through eternity men have produced such music out of a few notes. it blows my mind. i used to get insecure and scared as a kid. what if we run out of notes. how will we make music then ? now i realise that the possibilities are endless.

i finally figured out what tattoo i want to get. i am so excited about it. i can;t believe this didn;t strike me earlier. now the only question is where to get it done. so finicky i am. i drew a sketch of a house under pine trees. i still suck so much at it that i tore it away. i like skethcing i wish i could be as good as some of the people i know. actually most girls i know sketch better than most guys.

i realised that even if i am not a musical success or commercially superb my music will still move people to tears to smiles to blushes and to kisses. that in itself should be sufficient of course supported by tons of money. enough to buy a house in positano. back to the music there's nothing else to hide. i am happy.