In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
I've lost myself somehow
I'm tired of writing lousy songs.
But, farmboy, you love writing songs.
I do. And I love having written songs. But lately I just can't seem to locate that part of myself that thinks my emotions are worth writing about. Look, I write every fuckin' day. And sometimes it's the hardest fuckin' thing you can imagine. It's like I look at myself and say "Where the fuck am I?" Because I've lost myself somehow.
I'm sure you're searching, though...
I am.
And maybe that's where the songs begin.
I suppose. But it's so long between songs. And then I don't really have an audience any more, so what's the point?
Never mind, man. I'm just whining and complaining now.
You've earned the right, farmboy. You've been writing a very long time. Ever think about taking a break?
I'm afraid to. I'm afraid that if I stop writing -- and practicing, for that matter -- it'll just be harder and harder and that I'll hardly ever write.
That could be a good thing.
I guess.
The fact is, though, I love writing and I've written a whole lot during these past few years. An accident and a mental breakdown will do that to you.
Yeah, farmboy. That and hard work and discipline. A strong work ethic. A willingness to explore yourself. Don't give the credit to something that causes you harm.
I know. It's ridiculous.
I don't want to sound like some old self-help book, but maybe you might try letting up on yourself. Just a little.
Okay, I'll try it. But it ain't gonna be easy.
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