More music in thought and mind and in all cells of thinking. Was listening to Eric Hilton for the first time in a bit before leaving to get kids and on the way to their mom’s house in Coffey Park.
Finally, the Composition is becoming a final draft. I know EVERYTHING in my story. Not trying to sound like a know-it-all, but I do. MY story.. I’m familiar and connected, everything ni it is MINE, and for me to share with anyone who wants to share… I want to help. Nothing can pin or trap you, EVER.
One sentence at a time. One observation and drive and day of work at a time.
Into the city tomorrow…. Changing my mind about a couple arenas and people. What you have to do, I guess. I’m just learning this. People you’re attached to and have bright and expansive – hate that word – feelings for, you just have to let go.
So, detached. Moving on. And it’s not just people, it’s situations and some facets of what you do for a living…. As simple as saying DONE with some shit.
Just going to enjoy the music. Fuck people.