In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
I'm willing to work hard
Man, I tell you, I fuckin' need to write a song.
So go ahead, farmboy. Write a song.
I mean, I want to write a keeper kind of song, the kind where you go "Fuck, man, did I write that?" after you write it.
So what are you doing about your predicament?
Ooooh, "predicament." I'm impressed.
Thank you. So what are you doing?
I'm writing. That's all I know how to do.
Well, just be patient, farmboy. It'll come.
I am hoping you are right, man. 'Cause, fuck, I'm willing to work hard, you know? I'm willing to write a whole bunch for a long time if it means coming up with just one fuckin' song that I'm proud of.
Good. Because that may be what you have to do.
That's what I'm afraid of, man.
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