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Monday, September 14   >>


My bucket list is getting tinier.


Today is September 14th. That marks the end of my 5weeks4songs1EP adventure.

I'll leave clues throughout the blog so you can find it on iTunes.


When you're in crisis, you find out who's really got your back. My car got stolen just about a month ago and I'd been in horrific emotional, financial and logistical troubles ever since and to see the outpouring of support has been a bit awakening, aside from really overwhelming. It's, like, wow, people actually care about me. Sounds weird (and vain), but I thought I'd been on my own for quite some time.

I understand it when people don't call me anymore; it's usually because I've dried up in resources for them, whether it's time, company, money/getting the check (musicians are the worst at this), or even music.

And, when you're in crisis, you doubly see who's really got your back. Think about those you offer virtually nothing to and who still consistently keep up with you. Those are the ones you keep tabs back with.

I think this is why my contacts list has dramatically shrunken in the past year-and-a-half. And, unfortunately, it continues to. But, man, truth is better in the long run.


I want to marry this woman: