"You get born and you try this and you don't know why only you keep on trying it and you are born at the same time with a lot of other people, all mixed up with them, like trying to, having to, move your arms and legs with strings only the strings are hitched to all the other arms and legs and the others all trying and they don't know why either except that the strings are all in one another's way like five or six people all trying to make a rug on the same loom only each one wants to weave his own pattern into the rug; and it can't matter, you know that, or the Ones that set up the loom would have arranged things a little better, and yet it must matter because you keep on trying or have to keep on trying and then all of the sudden it's all over and all you have left is a block of stone with scratches on it provided there was someone to remember to have the marble scratched and set up or had time to, and it rains on it and the sun shines on it and after a while they don't even remember the name and what the scratches were trying to tell, and it doesn't matter. And so maybe if you could go to someone, the stranger the better, and give them something-a scrap of paper-something, anything, it not to mean anything in itself and them not even to read it or to keep it, not even bother to throw it away or destroy it, at least it would mean something just because it would have happened, be remembered even if only from passing from one hand to another, one mind to another, and it would be at least a scratch, something, something that might make a mark on something that was once for the reason that it can die someday, while the block of stone cant be is because it never can become was because it cant ever die or parish......." - William Faulkner (Absalom, Absalom!)
It's a shame that one has to use this whorehouse of a website to share music with people, I don't know how this ever became any sort of standard.
THIS is a hesitation
I am moving to China this fall to teach English. I am bringing a nylon string acoustic guitar. I intend to continue writing/recording/playing music without any real aspirations. Best wishes - I'll miss you all (and you know who you are).
These songs are for sale - I'm lookin at you Walmart.
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