I Couldn't Take Pictures Of

Powerpoint May Not Be Of Any Use For You In A Presentation, But It May Liberate You In Another Way, An Artistic Way. Who Knows.

There's A Great Temptation To Clean Everything Up And Make Everything More Perfect. You Have To Know When To Stop And Stop Doing It, Or You Might End Up With Something That Sounds Metronomic.

There's Still A Feeling That Uncensored Emotions Make A Good Song. They Don't. Pure Emotion Is Just Somebody Screaming At You, Or Crying. It Doesn't Communicate Anything. It Has To Be Mediated With Some Skill And Craft, In Order To Communicate It To A Second, A Third, Or A Fourth Person. That Doesn't Make It Any Less Real. And It Doesn't Make It Any Less True. But It Does Mean That, Yeah, It's The Combination That Makes It Work.

The Imminent Demise Of The Large Record Companies As Gatekeepers Of The World's Popular Music Is A Good Thing, For The Most Part.

When It Became Easy Enough To Do Dairy Online, Then I Just Thought, "oh, I'll Start Doing This. I'll Put The Parts Online That Aren't Going To Get Me In Trouble. I'll Save The Rest For Myself." It Became Also This Kind Of Self-therapy. I Could Write About Stuff That Was Bothering Me, Or Personal Stuff. And The Very Personal Stuff I Could Edit Out. But It Was Kind Of The Catharsis Of Getting It Out And Writing About It, That Made Me Think, "okay, I See Why People Do This, Why They Keep These Diaries." So I Thought, "well, Let's See What Happens When I Post Some Of It."