Here comes midnight with the dead moon in its jaws
Songs: Ohia - "Farewell Transmission"
To write, you need to write. Constantly. Every day. It's what everybody says, so obviously, it must be true. Also, it's hard, so that doubly indicates its veracity.
I'm going to write here. It'll be bad, mostly; that's okay though because it's for me.
The man who wrote the above line, Jason Molina, is dead. He's, or he was, a singer-songwriter who had a bunch of projects and a bunch of albums and he wrote that line that's an emotional gut punch that sent me reeling when it was served to me randomly from the Spotify Discover Weekly playlist feature. Admitting to that, rather than having heard him in a tiny bar or given the album on vinyl from a trusted friend while we were doing drugs, feels like an admission of defeat.
That's okay though, because we're defeated all the time. We never ever want to admit to it because nobody else does either.
This is for me. I guess in a sense it's for you; it doesn't really matter who you are, or why you're here. Pull up a seat. Have a drink. Make yourself at home.