Devil in me

Jan 24, 2011 23:12

It get embarrassing, reading back on old entries.

I guess it can be excused. Young. Dumb.

I had to try and bring some life back to this graveyard of old memories. Not because I "longed for the days of old", because trying to get 10 gallons of creative juice to flow evenly through the eye of a needle has become impossible. I'm actually quite content knowing that very few people, if anyone, will read this anymore. Not having to watch my words takes a huge weight off my shoulders.

For a while, I lost my desire to play music. It started becoming a chore and I wasn't happy playing shows anymore, though I never would have admitted it.
These past few weeks, between writing and playing sold out shows, I've got my passion back for "the business." I hope it lasts. A loss in desire is not something I'd wish on anyone.

"I still believe in the need for guitars, and drums, and desperate poetry."
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