Songs and the endless struggle.

It’s too easy to get discouraged and feel completely hopeless, these days. In the endless sea of shitty music, and people obsessed with Facebook and Instagram, it’s hard to rise up to the top and get people’s attention. As hard as it is, I believe in what I do, and I keep trying. It’s never, never fuckin’ easy, though.

What do you do when you know your music is good/listenable, and on par with shit you see on KEXP 24/7? What do you do when you reach out to people, asking them to listen to your music, and they couldn’t care less?

You keep going…. because someday (maybe)… the right people will hear it.


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What is the point? Sometimes certain people suck the fun out of it. And I myself, do. I love KEXP and wished that I could play live on the radio someday, on that specific station. I listen to albums and shit blows my mind.

Maybe all I was meant to do was be a professional music appreciator.

Jan 21st, 2016. I think I’m done. Seriously done. I’ll help Patrick finish his record, and I’ll do drums-for-hire, I guess. But fucking…. god damn. What is the point, anymore?

Too many TV shows to catch up on. Movies I still want to see. Books I need to read.

Fuck it. I think I’ll be happier if I cut all people out of my life permanently…. and just focus on motherfucking ME for a change.

This stress isn’t fuckin’ worth it, man. And does anyone really give a shit about my music, anyway?