Staring into the distance...

It's becoming one of those quietly philosophical periods, which I can't seem to help--it comes when it comes. I keep thinking about the not-too-distance future and its collision with the past--I feel waves of emotions that I have to admit, I'm just not comfortable with. I want the good things that lie ahead--and I know they do--but I don't want to continue to be anchored by the past and the current. The whole nonsense of last summer is long gone dead and buried; I'm not talking about that. I mean the more important, lingering nightmare. So by feeling weighed down and stuck in the now, feelings tend to come up--starting with frustration and resentment. Anger, unless constructively focused, does no good. Yet, here I am, seeing it in front of me and not fighting it off. And I am well aware that sometimes, you can't fight it off--like any other emotion, you have to let it wash over you and disperse naturally.

By the same token, I am still as energized and excited by all the new music I have been making. My flow of creativity has not been stemmed; I am not wavering at all in the positives that will be coming out of this period. Whether it's a Punch Line reunion or gig or an actual solo album, the facts remain that I have been very lucky to have my senses reawakened and am easily writing music I would have never (in past times) thought myself capable of.

March is here and my yin and yang are once again slightly out of alignment, which is almost emblematic of the last 12 years. Onward we go, with a sigh and a chuckle...