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.