Even If It Kills Me

Ugh.
It's been a long, long time since I've been this stressed out.
I way over-committed myself. I can't do everything.
But I'm trying.

If I could make music, I would make music that feel like places.
Songs that when you heard them, you'd feel like you were in Albuquerque or Louisville or Denver.
Not because of the lyrics, and not because of the genre of music,
but because the music just feels like those places.
Even if you've never been there.

That's the beauty of music. That's the power of music.
Even just a melody can have you exploring places you've never been.

Does that happen to anyone else? Do you ever hear a song and feel like you're in San Diego or Lubbock or Rome? That happens to me at random moments. Music takes me places, even if it wasn't intended to. So if I could make music, command an orchestra or front a band,
I'd make music that took people places.
I love music and could write about it for hours if I'm not careful, but this is just one tiny aspect of the puissance and majesty of music that captivates me.


I've never understood why people would want to eat
Chik-fil-a for breakfast. Chicken doesn't make the best
breakfast food. I mean, it's not bad but it doesn't seem
like a very light & happy breakfast.
It's the black sheep of breakfast.
There's not enough fluffiness for it to be an ideal breakfast.