i had fallen into quite a funk about the studio time and the suffering of artist block. what gets us into the studio and what can keep us from being distracted by outside responsibilities?
speaking to my son on the phone, day after his birthday, i told him i was hanging it up. he balked and dared me. if you know me well you will know that dares are dangerous. i just do not do them anymore as i got married not only once but twice because of a dare. love had something to do with it too. well, i love my son more than any man and so this dare i took, shook off the artists block and hide... in the studio. i ate, slept, bathed, organized, ironed, cleaned and printed for a good portion of the next 5 days.
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