Lately I am very uninspired to write. No words are coming my way. I think I've mentioned that sometimes this happens to me when there's too much to say. Often, that's when it is best to be silent and let music speak for me. Love to you all.
(does Ray Lamontagne follow Baba Ram Dass?)
and have you heard him cover Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy"?
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I've stumbled on something to write about-- There's nothing like a day in the sun, accruing tons of grease up and down your arms and scraping every unscarred strip of skin off your knuckles while rebuilding an engine to invoke the muse.
Or, in my case, to incite the muse. My muse is a soccer hooligan, either in the lockup or running amok.
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