work.

ive been working really hard on music lately. late nights gone to waste. sitting on the floor leaning back against the couch in front of the key board plunking notes i've already put together a million times before...because i don't actually know piano.

i'm in a lyrical desert.

and my melodies seem tired.

my voice seems to be in working order. i guess that's important.

but with so much going on inside of me and around me, one would think shit would be going relatively 'well'. or, at the very least, just going. but this halt. this stand still... well. in short..when all you have in a place is yourself and 'your art' and when that seems to have gone packing... its a pretty lonely place. the words that keep popping up in my head: turmoil, discontent.

i dont think i was made to be a solo artist. and ive never really wanted to be. i love working with other people. being inspired by what they create. hearing it all come together. making my chest pound and tummy flip. i'm all about the whole-shebang. less is more. more is more. whatever.

i will work it, work it out.

-tg