Nothing like stress and heartache to reacquaint me with my guitar and my songs.
I fear living a life of holding my art back. I may not have the voice I used to, but I still have the soul. I don’t want my songs to die with me. I want to set them free and let the world deal with me as it will.
I fear living a life of holding my art back. I may not have the voice I used to, but I still have the soul. I don’t want my songs to die with me. I want to set them free and let the world deal with me as it will.
November 28, 2024 at 8:35 AM
Nothing like stress and heartache to reacquaint me with my guitar and my songs.
I fear living a life of holding my art back. I may not have the voice I used to, but I still have the soul. I don’t want my songs to die with me. I want to set them free and let the world deal with me as it will.
I fear living a life of holding my art back. I may not have the voice I used to, but I still have the soul. I don’t want my songs to die with me. I want to set them free and let the world deal with me as it will.