Words May Move, But They're Never Moving

I Think That We Live In A Time Where It's Easier To Be Suspicious Of Dedicated Men And Women, People Dedicated To Their Craft, Because The World Around Them Inspires Them To Be Lazy. It Inspires Them To Be Negative. It Inspires Them To Be Snarky.

Sometimes An Idea From Six Years Ago Will Come To Me Out Of The Blue. And Maybe I Haven't Even Seen The Lyrics I Wrote Down, But I'll Just Have This Physical Memory Of Having Written It, And In My Mind I Can See The Piece Of Paper, And The Words I Wrote Down, And Then By Muscle Memory, I'll Remember The Chords That Go Along With It.

To Make A Song Is A Gift, And Once It's Done It Keeps Evolving And Changing And Becomes A Tool To Interact With Other People. It's Like A Conversation.

There Is Nothing Wrong With Loving The Crap Out Of Everything. Negative People Find Their Walls. So Never Apologize For Your Enthusiasm. Never. Ever. Never.

Being A Rock Musician Is Already Like Ego-tripping Hardcore. You're Self-consumed, And You're Always Thinking. It's Really Easy To Say, "i'm Going To Write A Song About This Situation, And When I'm Done, Everyone Will Care." To Everybody Else, That's Ego-tripping.