Thank you may I have another
If there's one thing I've learned over the past few years, it's that I don't know how to take a compliment. Carson Daly played two MTS songs on his show last week. I thought it was pretty neat for about 15 minutes and it made me feel pretty good for the same amount of time. Then the feeling went away. But this week I'm morbidly depressed. It occurs to me that there will never be a landmark in my "music career" as such that will ever make me contented. the only thing that will do that is financial stability and a family. Yet I am compelled to continue making music, as if someone was holding a gun to my head. I suppose I could just make it and not release it. The music business is humiliating and ugly and makes me neurotic where I am naturally pathological. It's not as if I have this overwhelming need to be famous. I don't.
I dunno.
I dunno.