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….
no book is complete. in fact, your imagination and belief structure is constantly filling in gaps and interpreting words and ideas, based on the perspective of one author (or council, agency, sect, special interest, or society), filtered and remade through your perception again….
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….
amongst the ordinary, between autonomic breaths and uncounted heartbeats, is our entire story….