BOUND IS THE BOATLESS MAN
I have been writing and recording my own songs since 1998. Since then I’ve been involved in numerous projects and travelled around many places, performing and just doing my thing. Doing my best I guess. But apparently with unreasonable expectations regarding myself, my art, the gods, the world and everyone in it. Doomed perhaps in this eternal pursuit of mastery. Boohoo!
I struggled to find success in the music industry but I kept at it. Didn’t have the hits or the wits. Eventually this all took a heavy toll on my psyche and right hand. So I disappeared and the last six years were spent levelling up with my skills and songs, in the hopes that upon returning, things would work out better. That remains to be seen. I’ve always felt supremely confident as an artist but completely worthless as a man. Not sure why.
But since I’m obsessed with playing instruments, writing songs and performing them, I will probably continue this until the day I die (regardless of what happens). Besides, I suck even more at everything else (including romance). At least with music, I have a chance. I also wanna know what it would feel like to get to the top and then swan dive off. What’s more romantic than that?
Maybe I’m retarded or something. Or a vampire, I don’t know anymore. Anti-social? Misanthropic? Sometimes. Wild and crazy? For sure. Unpredictable, unstable and spontaneous too. So not exactly boyfriend material.
Never trust a kumbaya hillbilly who calls himself a poet.
You have been warned.