Monday, May 4, 2009

i am today.

had a rough one.
want to produce but my recording box faltered this weekend.
think i could put my guitar on my back and roll...
Europe, japan, mountains of Venus.
i have always had some sort of escapist mentality, but at the same time a loyalty and rationalism that denies my run.
who can write the truth and put a melody that equates to functioning harmony. do i write a protest song, or one of lost love, or a psychedelic stroll thru tonal explorations. Did bob dylan explode the genius or did practice or experience, or love give him the jest...

i will continue this in the next time...

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