good morning fuckers....

it's late...

or early...

i think it's about 4:00 or some shit.

i saw mac last night at 8.0's. billy joe shaver opened up for him. how cool is that.

my old friend jason moore is in town. i haven't seen him for years. he co-wrote "Goin' Insane Blues" with me. one of the few times someone has brought me a song idea with lyrics and everything. call me the song doctor.

anyone else interested in co-writing with me, please email me. we can do it over the internet. i don't like other people in the room with me when i'm writing. it's such a distraction. please don't be offended if i tell you that your shit sucks.

there are a few issues that i would like to address that have been bothering me lately.

first....

i was nominated for "folk/acoustic" artist of the year in the fort worth weekly music awards and not nominated at all for "songwriter of the year". if you'll remember back i won "the songwriter of the year" award last year and this year i can't even break in the top five. i think they're trying to tell me something. my shit sucks this year. i thought this past year has brought out some of my best work to date. "Cuntry Girl" is pure poetry as well as the often requested and often butchered, "talking americana alt-country texas red dirt blues part 1". i don't know what else i can do. my creative genius has been tapped. my best work is behind me and i can't even rank in the top five of my own hometown now. fuck em'. i'm moving to wyoming and starting a commune. we'll stockpile spaghettio's with meatballs and wolf brand chili and live like the unabomber. except we won't blow people up.

secondly...

i forgot..

it's a constant struggle... a constant argument with myself. am i crazy or is everyone insane? sometimes i feel so alone. and then there are times when it all makes sense and a connection is made, but they are few and far between. there is so much of my life that is a complete blur. years forgotten.

and then there are crystal clear moments of total clarity and meaning.

i can't ever make sense of it.

but i try....

everyday....


what else is there to do?


scott