Keep Your Love Alive.

I’ve written a couple of short stories, and God knows how many songs, and with each new project I feel an urgency that is perplexing at the least, and ridiculous at best. I’m far from delusional, at least not anymore. I know that the number of people who read my stories or hear my music is far from overwhelming. And when I die, like everybody else in this messed up world, I will be quickly and unceremoniously forgotten. And you would think having this knowledge would make me roll over and await death’s sweet embrace. But for some reason, I keep writing music and singing sad songs. It goes against everything our society values. There is little to no money in it and absolutely no way to leverage power. Hell, you can’t even get a false sense of superiority. And that, my friends, is a hot commodity in this hand-to-mouth world. But when you’re surrounded by a constant flow of bullshit designed to make you feel inferior for not owning the right product, being able to push back with something original and heartfelt is a powerful weapon. So, do whatever makes your soul feel alive and free. Jackson Brown said it best: “You gotta do what you can to keep your love alive and try not to confuse with what you do to survive.