We all view the world through our own two eyes then leave it to the same brain to process the whole mess. Of all the things occurring on our vast bustling planet at any given time, unfortunately, we are cursed to be in one particular place taking in the little spec of experiences happening within the immediate reach of our senses. I happened to fly into my hometown of Minneapolis/St. Paul just days after the ruthless murder of George Floyd. I intended to head up north, find some peace, and focus on getting some work done on our Lake Superior community lands. Although work was accomplished, finding focus and peace was extremely difficult as the events unfolded from the heartless...
When the world stops turning it should come as no surprise that there may be a shortage of some things we tend to take for granted on a non-global pandemic year. As a pre-COVID bread baker and breakfast burrito specialist, the shortage of flour and dry black beans was disappointing but wasn't as unexpected as the lull in creative inspiration. Everyone is out there with all of this free time to seize and fulfill some creative dream, but alas, motivation and inspiration hide inside the walls like a scared farm cat in an unfinished home. I was recently reflecting on a conversation with a friend about how we seem to write our best songs when we should be doing something else entirely. Maybe it's because...
