In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
That's part of the fuckin' deal
Ain't nothing in my mind today, man. Nothing to write a song about. Unless, of course, it was there and I didn't notice it. Which, now that I'm thinking of it, is probably right. I'm sure things have occurred today that deserve a song, but my senses just didn't notice them.
That's okay, farmboy. Are you still going to write?
Oh, yeah. I mean, I have to write. That's what I expect from myself. That's part of the fuckin' deal.
What deal is that?
Hell if I know.
But I know it's there. I've got it with guitar, too. I have to play guitar every day. It's kinda like: How can I expect to get anything in life if I don't do these things? Working on Malcolm Gladwell's 10,000 hours or whatever the hell that was.
I hope I'm not sounding like I think this stuff is a burden or something. 'Cause I think it's a real privilege to play music, to create music. And it's a part of life to me. I can't imagine not being a musician.
So you're going to go write, then?
I'm gonna give it my best, man. I always do. Really.
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