Musicland

So there's all this fuckin' drama going on at work and I'm just trying to stay out of it all. Let me do my work -- and I do a good job -- and let everything stay at work. When I get home, I want to come home to Musicland, you know? Like it's its own little country, with melodies and words and harmonies and stuff.

Sounds nice, farmboy. Sounds like paradise.

It is. You've got that right. 

This creativity thing, I really want to encourage it. 'Cause I still don't feel like I have a right to do this.

"This" being songwriting, I presume.

Yeah. Which is fuckin' ridiculous. It's like I don't get to take myself seriously. It's like, who the hell do I think I am, trying to think that what I say has a right to exist. Even if it's only to myself.

That's incredibly sad, farmboy.

Ain't it? It's really fucked, man. And mostly, it's just plain fuckin' wrong.

So you need to fight it.

And, believe me, I am. That's what my whole life has been about.