In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Fuckin' nada, man
Man, I've tried, I really have, but I have nothing left to write. That's it. Fuckin' nada, man.
That's so sad, farmboy. And here are all those songs waiting to be written that now won't be.
Okay, maybe not for-fuckin'-ever, but maybe for tonight. I find that the more I keep chasing inspiration, the more it evades me. Inspiration…I don't know, it's mysterious, you know? A lot of this creativity thing is. Songwriting certainly is. I mean, I understand now why songwriters talk so much about craft -- it's something you can have a little control over, you have some say in the matter.
So I'm working on getting better at my fuckin' craft.
And you are, farmboy.
I'm trying, man, I'm trying.
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