Hollowed Out Rooms

What a week what a week what a week... Sometimes I feel like my life is one big administrative task... I have all sorts of things about which to write and zero energy to write them.

I want it to be spring for real...
I want to be training consistently again...
I want the hundreds of press kits I have to get out this week to be in the mail and on their way to helping ears...
I want to know what people think of the new record...
I want to be back in our new home...
I want to be completely out of my old home...
I want these hollowed out rooms to be filled with someone else's things...
I want the echoes deadened...
I want to settle into a solid and safe home and a disciplined approach to my art...
I want to write an entire album of songs on the piano, and then not record them...
I want to promote and sell the fuck out of Things We Would Rather Lose so I can record the follow up as soon as possible...
I want to sleep better...
I want to buy a nice piece of art to hang over the fireplace...
I want to walk the dog more often...
I want to have a drink with Mickey Rourke...
Whoa. Where the heck did that come from?
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