Time Will Tell

I was laying awake last night and thinking something… I can’t fully recall what exactly the thought that occurred to me was. I should have gotten up right away to write it down, as I know it will return to me at an inopportune moment.

Earlier this week, I was reminded of The Weather And, The Wine (Be Warned, Things Could Get Naked) — Over a year ago, we were sitting enjoying drinks and watching the bad weather, only to find out that it was a coming tornado (not near off) — We had no idea! — Well, as that’d happened before, we had our own “separate” tornado scare recently; the weather sirens went off, except this time I have a child so, I can’t drink and laugh and curse at the sky. We actually had to quickly go down to the basement and wait it out. Nothing came of it but some heavy rain (thank goodness).

Again, the change of perspective looms in my mind. I am a moody mess some days. But then I remember where I am now, who I’m becoming, and all the shit I’ve been through. I am grateful. I am angry, but I am grateful.


Channeling The Anger:

I’ve wanted to push a few select songs to the mainstream radio to see how they will do. It’s a big step, it has it’s own risks, kinda. A lot of work must be done, most of which my partner is doing, because let’s face it; he is much more organized and disciplined than I am currently. I am however, a work of art (in progress), and this FM radio push was my idea.

The parts are in motion, time will tell.

I’m excited.

Like a hyper-child, I just farted?

I have a few other creative ideas brewing that I will need to fully flesh out, before moving forward.

All in good time…

The Bloody Crocodile, Cake, and Jazzyness

First of all, How have I never seen “Finding Neverland” until now? It’s poetic, it’s hopeful, it’s tragic, and I just almost bawled my eyes out for 10,000 reasons at once.

“I suppose it’s like the ticking crocodile, isn’t it? Time is chasing after all of us, isn’t that right?”

I’m often accused of being off in my own world. I suppose it’s like that for artists of many sorts. It’s not as much about being displeased with the current reality, as it is about just getting lost in your self, and finding where it takes you.

Don’t get me wrong, I have several goals set, and I feel i’m practical and efficient most the time, but then there is the almost hyper, whimsical, silly, and easily distracted side that can imagine a whole course of events from one decision, only to come to the conclusion that the other choice may have a more exciting outcome. Decisions, Decisions, So many decisions…

I picture an image of the starving artist these days, just wanting to get their music heard. Then there’s me, the not-so-starving artist.  Partly because I baked a cake, (Ooey-Gooey Goodness) and partly because I ate my cake.  Just curious, did any one catch my joke just now? I enjoy puns and jokes a little too much.

I still want you to hear my music though. After all, time chases after each of us, eh? Some times you have to turn, stop and chase after some of it yourself. It may have taken a while, but that’s what I did.

So now I present to you my latest…

“Special, (I’m In No Mood)”

One word.. “jazzyness”. I like it.


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