Learning To Open & The Black Lung Penance

As I write this, I'm mid-recording and writing a song. It's a melody and chord structure that I've been playing around with for awhile. I know there is a resonance to it, but it's vague and undiscovered as of this moment. I aim to end that tonight. 

Part way through, while web surfing (procrastinating), I remembered this blog, the intentions to write in it frequently, to say something publicly on a more frequent basis, and the ultimate failure so far to do so - and I thought I would say "Hello", as to attempt to open myself up and unlock the lyrical floodgates. 


My work over the last year has been about opening and giving myself to my internal voice completely. This has led me to some strange places, some wonderful, some not so much. Much of this journey has been in my head, but has manifested out into the world in many ways. 


Yet, here I am again, struggling to open up enough to write this song honestly, let alone write a blog post that has any sort of relevance to those who might read it. Who am I? Someone who tries to creates things and often fails, calling whatever is left over as "Art". 


But sadly, I can only fool the audience and myself for so long. Eventually, they'll want me to go be a coal miner or something. That's alright. I suppose that a little black lung is a fitting punishment for some of the fun I've had. 


Until tomorrow. 


- M.