May 9th, 2009
I leave for Montreal tomorrow on the train. Oh that city. My old holy ground. The place where I cut my teeth as a songwriter, desperately wanting to be Leonard Cohen. This time the songs have a home already in my heart. Pure emotion on paper – baited and waiting to hit the tape.
The first refrain of “were rolling” is exhilarating and achingly beautiful. Each song holds such promise. I hear the songs in my head, as I plan them to come about, but as in life, so much changes with circumstance and inspiration. A gust of wind. A delayed train. Who knows what the tea holds this time? I think I do, but not truly knowing is the wonderful part of creation.