For Kyle, the Painter.

An artist I have grown to know and respect asked me if I wrote earlier this week. When I first heard the question I started to get offended because I have filled countless journals and notebooks up with stuff that, in my opinion, no one would ever want to read. Eventually I was able to put my thoughts into words and I came up with something about letting people read what I write when it was "actually good". That's shit. So here I am with my thoughts, a web server, and a blog.

First off, I have to say I am deeply concerned by the amount of time I spend at my job. Let me start at the beginning. I started working a full-time job on a TV show a few weeks ago. I had to because there are so many things I want to do in life and making music just does not pay the bills. Now I have the job and I won't say I don't like it, but I will say it leaves much less time to do other things that I might enjoy more. Sure I make money for it, but I'm not always certain the pay off is just.

05:30 a.m. Jul 31 2014