I never talk about music, and there are sad reasons for it. You think I would want to talk about music, being a musician. Or a past musician, rather. Or, once a musician, always a musician? I don’t play for an audience anymore, so it doesn’t feel like I’m one anymore. I don’t really practice. I have a hard time playing for pleasure. Like I said, there are sad reasons for that. But talking about music these days is a touchy subject I try to save for therapy.
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Trying
Trying. Trying. I’m always trying to get shit done. Seems it’s never-ending and it seems like it’s never good enough. But I think I’m getting somewhere, even if it doesn’t feel like it sometimes.
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This month marks the third anniversary of my name change, and a lot of thoughts (mostly feelings) have been hovering about…
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So, last week, it was official. I found out I was not offered a spot in this year’s 2024 class at Skowhegan School of Painting and Sculpture, but boy, did I come as close as possible.
Continue readingPeople Who Come Back to Haunt Me
Over the last few years, maybe more, I’ve been getting rid of the toxic people in my life. It hasn’t been easy because there were quite a few.
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