I’m still broke because of the house repair and bills, so if you could possibly consider a donation, it would be GREATLY appreciated.
My GoFundMe page (I raised $132 out of $1,000, and the fundraiser’s been going on for 6 weeks… please help me reach my goal):
https://www.gofundme.com/f/fgtca-need-help-paying-my-bills

 

Also…

Venmo – “themixtape”
Paypal – “info AT oustedproductions DOT net

 

THANK YOU FOR ANY HELP YOU MAY BE ABLE TO PROVIDE. Seriously, thank you. It’s been a crazy, crazy few months.

 

Onto other news…. I’m still trying to get adjusted to life things. And I’m trying desperately to get back into music, and making progress with it. There’s so much intimidation when it comes to my solo stuff, and all the goals I have. It’s very tough.

But I greatly appreciate any and all who continue to listen and be interested.

I’ve spent years working on stuff, reworking things, and then letting it sit on my computer, because life gets in the way. Or because I can be a perfectionist sometimes. The thing is, nothing really matters. I have to just finish things. And others need to finish things.

And other people I know have to have confidence in themselves to share things, and finish things. Because finishing songs is a beautiful, beautiful feeling. Finishing one is great. Finishing four is beautiful. Finishing 10 is a feat, and it makes you feel on top of the world.

While I don’t actively SAY anything about it… it eats away at my soul, that not only am I sitting on things, but people I KNOW are capable/talented/competent/great lyricists and writers…. are also sitting on things, because they think their things aren’t any good.

The truth is, a lot of it is probably damn good, and as I’ve explained a thousand times to them. I can help flesh those ideas out, to make them even better. All I need is a vocal or vocal idea, and I can work it into something listenable or dare I say, pretty fuckin’ awesome. I’ve done this for years with people and friends. Years. Will this ever happen?

I can’t even ask the question anymore, so I just sit on it day after day after day. Week after week, month after month, year after year. And let it eat away at my soul, and focus on other things that aren’t “finishing songs” because… well… I can’t. Because of my brain, or life/job/work. And they can’t. Because of their brain, self-criticism, self-doubt, and/or life/job/work.

I don’t know.

I don’t even know why the fuck I’m writing this.

Off to work soon.

Thanks for reading/listening.

 

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