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I'm writing this soon after waking up. My morning pages kind of thing. One of the best times for waking up from the dream I was told to want
You're still going out on limbs. You're still visionary. You're still talking about things people don't want to talk about, in a way they don't want to talk about them. I appreciate the space I imagine you must have to put yourself in to write songs like SFAS, and Freak. I appreciate your strength.
I think as a fan I go in and out of understanding. In and out of the "dream" or nightmare, or the present where I'm in an emotionless world of white with little black lines crawling across it. It is a sad day when we have to explain the concept of the soul. When we can't even understand it as metaphor.
Talking about the things you do, in the way you talk about them I think may be vital to helping people relate across a medium like this. I shouldn't even say, "the things", because it makes life seem alienated and locked away somewhere where boys fear to tread. I think you have gotten back on the bomb sir.
I have little idea how all the money games work in the music business, and I don't really care to. I hope you are having more fun, than playing things that are sure to please. I hope there are good shows where you can move through a set list that captures people and lets them understand or bring something new to the new stuff. I hope it makes it easier to look out and see what you are trying to do take some kind of shape and move instead of being stuck behind a collage of archetypes.
Even so, the rabbit holes are everywhere. I wanted to write more about the interchangeable internal and external in one space of A Song For A Son. The dream-like quality of it, the bridge to reinvention, but the moments passed.
There are some fans that have grown up with you. I guess it's like making a looney tunes cartoon. Fun for all ages. When I say whoa, I mean whoa... lol. I hope you guys have a kick ass time.
