there are many “best” moments that have come and gone. i try to have fewer regrets about anything as i get older. holding any negativity or judgment toward anything, really, is only ever self-serving and muddies the lucidity of awareness and inspiration. it’s been far too easy to beat the shit out of myself, or to project my fears onto others….
i’ve often made the mistake of letting the day to day worries and anxieties paralyze the process of creativity and preparation. and then ten years have passed….
i enjoy remixing and remaking my songs into alternate versions, once an album is released. it’s fun to strip down the song, usually to only vocal tracks, then build a new groove, and see where it goes….
the backward lens
peering within and throughout
past weathered and faded masks
through airs and arrogance
all our faces of doubt…
i’ve never been a confident man.
i’m sure there’s some elaborate formula that would shed light on the hows and whys: this gene, coupled with that circumstance, those parents, that culture, those schools, those books, that trauma, that success, these friends, those choices, those actions, and that value… multiplied by this belief and that evidence, equals this man?…