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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Projects and Brain Cooties
My Medicine Dan book edition is finally finished! I fully completed them on Saturday. The only little thing I’m waiting on is two Plexiglass box replacements, which are on the way. No biggie.
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If you happened to stop by Studio 45 on the Art Tours last weekend, you might have noticed I wasn’t there. But chances are, you didn’t. I got word that only a couple of my friends from Los Angeles drove in. Oops! I should have considered that this might happen…
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After I finished my last painting—the older one that I felt like covering/changing, I’ve been asking myself a lot of interesting questions. Life questions, I guess.
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So, I’ll be honest. I’m not doing very well. I don’t even know if I’ll be posting this. I’m just going to type and see where this leads me. Here goes nothing…
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