Maybe I should have been a Jonas Brother
I saw the Jonas Brothers on Oprah. Swwwweeeeeeeeeet. Soooo good. Now that is the cute I’m aiming for. Also, I want to dance. Dance, dance, dance. Footloose, kick off your Sunday shoes. I want to have a dance off with Donny and Marie Osmond, and a sing off with the Jonas kids…and OH OH! - We’ll get the studio audience from the Tyra Banks show to judge it, but ultimately the winner will be determined after we all live together in a log cabin with Mark Trail. He’ll whip us all into shape. Don’t underestimate his knowledge of flying squirrels and berries.
That’s some great art right there. Totally. Changing lives. Taking names.
Yeah…
I kind of have issues.
The past few weeks I have spoken to some of my creative pfriends. Photographers, film makers, painters, sculptors, writers, and other musicians.
At some point, we all ask ourselves if what we are doing matters. Some of us ask that question more often than others. Typical moody, artsty, mind trips.
After many a late, philosophical diatribe, I have to say - Yes. It does. It is sometimes a struggle. There is the occasional battle with self doubt, compromise, failure, the IRS and having nothing but those cardboard burritos from 7-11 to eat on tour…again, but it is worth it. It keeps us sane. Gives us hope. In fact, I think the things we are trying to overcome actually give some of the best inspiration.
I guess I’m just trying to tell you to keep on.
Or, maybe I’m just jealous of the Jonas Brothers. Probably.