my love affair with trains
i still hear those lonesome whistles in the dead of night. i must be going crazy cause it sounds like theyre saying "bob" when they blow the way they do. so i get in my car and i hunt them down and drive along side them as far as i can. i still can't shake these damn freight train blues.
i played my first show since febuary last night at starbucks in midland. it felt like the first time i ever played a show when i felt like myself as an actually singer songwriter. i guess when your audience likes a song of yours so well that they want to hear it again, you've achieved some sort of songwriter statis. like you're actually a good songwriter. but along with the hank williams covers, the $2 tip (not to mention i got paid for the first time in a year for playing)and some really good people being there, not once did i become paranoid or anxious. instead i stood in front of people i knew and people i didn't know and sang my own songs as they were intened to be played and heard. now the demo will surface!
i had to skip out on ihop last night. i got home to find that mom left me a message saying to come home quick. i swear. i love my mom but she can be so damn nieve about everything.
i had this dream the other night that i dug my own grave. it was like i knew i was going to die. it really made me think. if music is what makes me happy then i should persue doing it full time. but i've got a lot of work to do. so please vote for me when i'm on nashville star.
i played my first show since febuary last night at starbucks in midland. it felt like the first time i ever played a show when i felt like myself as an actually singer songwriter. i guess when your audience likes a song of yours so well that they want to hear it again, you've achieved some sort of songwriter statis. like you're actually a good songwriter. but along with the hank williams covers, the $2 tip (not to mention i got paid for the first time in a year for playing)and some really good people being there, not once did i become paranoid or anxious. instead i stood in front of people i knew and people i didn't know and sang my own songs as they were intened to be played and heard. now the demo will surface!
i had to skip out on ihop last night. i got home to find that mom left me a message saying to come home quick. i swear. i love my mom but she can be so damn nieve about everything.
i had this dream the other night that i dug my own grave. it was like i knew i was going to die. it really made me think. if music is what makes me happy then i should persue doing it full time. but i've got a lot of work to do. so please vote for me when i'm on nashville star.