Delusions of Randeur

I see you looking. I see you sneering. I see you drooling over my personal freedom; a freedom that you lost when you decided to attempt to be loved by the world. You lie about who you are and what you've done, taking bits and pieces of my life and my experiences, and unconvincingly passing them off as your own. All except your carefully cultivated crowd of slack-jawed sycophants see right through you, yet they let you operate largely unimpeded, with the knowledge that you're truly only a threat to yourself. You don't create, you take. You don't imagine, you recoil in fear. The short leash which has become your signature style is the instrument of your demise. The instrument of your demise? My guitar. 

Orson Welles once said "The absence of limitations is the enemy of art." I get it. Struggle is the creative pressure that results in the artistic diamond. To that end, I assemble songs and albums much like a low budget filmmaker crafts their films. I use whatever resources I can scrounge up in order to translate my ideas into works of art. I consider myself a visual songwriter more concerned with the overall message of a song than with the sound. Each one of my songs is like a little movie. I'm not looking for perfection. I'm looking for truth.