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Coming home from LA has its advantages.

Tonight I was asked, "Did you write today?"  This is not a question I would have ever been asked in LaLa Land.  While I enjoy the distractions and entertainment, they are exactly that: play. Now it is time to focus.

Chipping away at the writing block, day by day, night by night, will move me forward.  When I came here I had set the bar high: 15 songs in 20 days.  I don't think I'll attain that, but I do think I'll be back in the writing groove.  If I'm with my bass, I'll write music.  If I'm without, I'll write lyrics.  But I'll write.  That's more than I was doing previously.

I told my friend Vu that "coming up with a sound" is hard. It's hard to consistently bring out what is floating through my core, through my soul. This feeling, this internal vision.  How do you turn that into music that fits together as an ensamble so you can bring it to a band?

My friend Ali told me more than once that he would write and forget, write and move on.  I'd never done that before now.  I've begun to write just to write.  Write to get through the crap.  When something happens that is good, you know it.  You feel it.  You see it.

Those are the moments when the vision inside of me barrels forth and becomes real. 

Oh, to sit down and drink a beer with that vision... to have conversations with that vision... to make music together, here and now.  But what happens on the return to Tinsel Town?

Runway. Skyline.