Life is certainly lending itself well as fuel for potential song material lately. If I was always happy I would never write anything though. Has to be a little sadness and heartache otherwise it’s sugar coated crap. Comes from having among other things, country music in my upbringing. I mean REAL country music. Not the imposter we have all heard and despise.

I of course want to be happy. But you know I wonder about that whole “suffering for the sake of art” thing. I mean do we actually create our own misery simply to feed a creative outlet? Kinda scary when you think about it. You know life is always going to throw you a curve ball, but to actually keep stepping into the pitch? Well I do know one thing…I’m appalled I used a sports analogy…

*shudders*