17/10/2024
it was nearly fickle fall then like it is now in Kentucky when there was frost on during the morning that somehow bowed into a brow sweat afternoon
ive just now revisited my red hair and my red hair attitude that you see in this picture and it seemed timely to share
i remember this day being so full of the kind of art you make when youre hungry and naive and unfettered by what happens next except the idea of “what if *anything* happens at all, how cool would that be?”
since then - for me - not just *anything* has happened, so many anythings.
I’m working on my new substack about what happens when things you think might happen do happen and what’s that been like for me and how I look at this picture and miss wearing fishnets cut-off shirts, too. It’s also about how I want to reach inside this memory and pull out a little bit of my moxie *for me* and re-inject into current day self.
being in the music business and being a creative person is rewarding and psychotic and exhausting and as my friend would say “a long tail” and i worry that nobody wants to hear what I have to say about that, but that’s something “red hurr dont care me” would say is bu****it.
I hope to get all the thoughts sorted for full reading and a full think by next week, subscribe if you haven’t
i am grateful for this extraordinary life
