I sat down and had a good think about things and my emotions were ranging through every aspect of the spectrum. And without giving it much conscious attention, I walked over to the wall where my guitar was hanging and took it down.
It was dusty.
For some reason, this surprised me.
All the dust floated off when I started playing it so all was well and by the time I was ready to go to sleep I had a new song in the tank. I was rhyming words without thinking about it and, given the subject matter, it was my frustration with my situation that really brought my art back to the surface. I'm thankful for that.
Getting Personal
- Tiny Black x3
- 727, Florida, United States
- I want to be baptized by music. I want music that will fuck my brain so hard I have to crawl out of my skin to feel the tension. I want music that will make a slut out of my anger. I want music that will make me cum. I want music that will make me bleed. I want music that has an aftertaste that will make me vomit it back up as poetry.
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