8 years ago I made a tape in florida in a room a friend let me live in while I was on house arrest. I didn’t think about making the songs everyday it was more like eating or something I’d do in between living. In front of me everyday was a black epiphone, my laptop and the window overlooking the parking lot to keep an eye out for my P.O.
Life at this time was fairly tumultuous and I felt like a heavy burden on everyone I interacted with, especially women. I just hated being poor so much. Looking back now that time ends up meaning the most. Before algorithms before other peoples words- even hearing from people I admire. Everything that comes after only makes it harder. So don’t think you’re missing something to chase what you want. It’s probably already there.
Thankful for everyone on this journey. Everyone listening to old songs and new. This one has only gotten more special to me .
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