In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Friday, April 17, 2015
Life is good
Man, I am so fuckin' sorry. I haven't called you in the past few days, I haven't been calling anybody. Well, okay, I did call my older brother in California, had a good conversation. I made a couple of calls trying to get some weed.
Did you find any, farmboy?
I'm waiting for a friend of mine to deliver some. I love the idea of weed delivery.
So, what kind of week have you been having? Write any new songs? Listen to anything good?
I've been writing a whole lot, man. I think some of it is good, too. I hope to maybe finish a song this weekend. It feels so fuckin' good to have new stuff to play, you know?
I've been listening to music a lot more than I have been lately. Louis Armstrong, Father John Misty, Sufjan Stevens. Pretty fuckin' cool stuff. I like listening to music again. I haven't been and it feels good.
I also listened to Billie Holiday on the radio. It was, like, the 100th anniversary of her birth. I love her. What an amazing singer.
It sounds like life is going pretty good, farmboy.
It's been nice. I've been eating better for a while now, so I'm feeling more energy. That, plus it's springtime and it's sunny and warm and there's lots of color. And it's Friday! Life is good.
I can tell. It's good to see you feeling like this, farmboy.
Fuck, man, it's good to feel like this, you know?
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