WM, D/D Free, N/S, Seeks Creativity
I haven't approached any open mic nights in Columbus, and it's killing me. Part of me is sick of the same old shit that I play. Part of me hates my own music. Then again, no one here knows any of these songs I've written, so why haven't I really gone?
Maybe I'm a little nervous that people here are really super awesomely good. That's an intimidating notion. The part of me that hates all of my older stuff forces me to sit down and write new stuff. I've started and almost finished four or five songs along the way, but ultimately I always abandon them because they just don't have what I'm looking for. They're good I think, but they aren't good enough. I think that's because they're created out of frustration. If I were to write music because I'm struck by creativity, inspired by true artistic muse, then it will always sound better. It's just that that hasn't happened since I got here.
I hate it here for that reason alone.
Everything about Columbus is pretty "nice". It all looks real good, there's little or no violent crime, there's big things in town and that come to town, to go and see or do. It's just not Duluth. It's not even Minneapolis. Hell, I might even trade it for Detroit, which really does kick some sweet ass anyhow. I need a city that breathes, a place where I can feel the soul of my environment.
But we're stuck here for now. I'll find a way out of here, just like I did in Duluth when I had to. I've got my truckin' shoes on, people. And I'm fuckin serious about that.
TO MISS FULLER:
You make me write stuff. Dammit you're good.
Maybe I'm a little nervous that people here are really super awesomely good. That's an intimidating notion. The part of me that hates all of my older stuff forces me to sit down and write new stuff. I've started and almost finished four or five songs along the way, but ultimately I always abandon them because they just don't have what I'm looking for. They're good I think, but they aren't good enough. I think that's because they're created out of frustration. If I were to write music because I'm struck by creativity, inspired by true artistic muse, then it will always sound better. It's just that that hasn't happened since I got here.
I hate it here for that reason alone.
Everything about Columbus is pretty "nice". It all looks real good, there's little or no violent crime, there's big things in town and that come to town, to go and see or do. It's just not Duluth. It's not even Minneapolis. Hell, I might even trade it for Detroit, which really does kick some sweet ass anyhow. I need a city that breathes, a place where I can feel the soul of my environment.
But we're stuck here for now. I'll find a way out of here, just like I did in Duluth when I had to. I've got my truckin' shoes on, people. And I'm fuckin serious about that.
TO MISS FULLER:
You make me write stuff. Dammit you're good.