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Lots of things in the head. Just nothing coalescing right now. Instead of no ideas, I’ve got too many of them, and as a result keep flying off in all directions, like a bird with no head. Dylan is probably the only person who could control this type of thing. But since there’s Dylan, and then there’s the rest of us, lately  my lyric note pads look like they’ve been hijacked by a gaggle of drugged former beat poets on the lam. I’ve been very grateful for the invention of the shredder.

But still, it’s been fun. Throwing things against the wall always is. Coherency comes to those who wait. And since I’m not being paid, I’ve become a patient man in this regard.

Truth is, I want to write a single song about everything. Three minutes long, with a nice guitar crunch. Then I’ll step back and watch the world tilt on it’s axis. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for, do you?

Okay, maybe a little. How ’bout a song about a girl or something like that?

In a bit…

–tf