halfknot

So, there's the fact that they no longer have enough constraints, they're just older and have duller wits, and become more distant from what's cool and biting, becoming stamped-out rehashers of past glories... yeah, but here's the other thing: successful rocker/songwriters get bad because they lose their self. Entourages, labels, wives, kids, bodyguards, new band members, inability to walk through a park without being noticed or generally having the feeling of being watched... all this together adds up to very little time to muse in the deep dwelling of your own thoughts alone. No time to let the music get good to better to great.

Just theorizing, but then there's always something about deadened taste from smoking too much leading to the blind swordsman effect (unpublished but plagiarized hypothesis), which seems partially contrary to the above.

Or the ubiquity of mormon trampolines. And ball beating blocks beneath Alaskan alladays.

Conversation scraps from the ear feeding mouths at Redbones, Cristina's, Ryles, Wally's, Boca Grande seasoned with a dash of Maker's or two or twelve. Nine hour work days make for brighter seeming nights. Unlike my unshined shoes.

as I muse in the deep dwelling