In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
I fuckin' isolate myself too fuckin' much
So I went out to a concert last night that I friend gave me a ticket for.
You know, that sentence just didn't come out right. I mean, I've just completely fuckin' ignored all the rules of good grammar. Or at least some of them.
I know what you mean, farmboy. Who did you see.
Janis Ian, and her opening act was a singer names Diana Jones, who I used to know when I lived in Austin. I got to say hi to hear and visit for a little while. She seemed genuinely glad to see me. It was cool, man.
Janis Ian was great. I took at songwriting class from her years ago.
How did it feel to get out?
It was good. I'm glad I did it. I need to do that kind of thing more often.
It think it would be good for you, farmboy.
Yeah, I fuckin' isolate myself too fuckin' much. I worry about that more and more lately.
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