…and Back to Obscurity
But. As soon as I got back in the car, bathed in a sheen of triumphant sweat, I knew something was wrong. I opened my mouth to sing a line. I got back in the
Thoughts on Songwriting
But. As soon as I got back in the car, bathed in a sheen of triumphant sweat, I knew something was wrong. I opened my mouth to sing a line. I got back in the
[Record scratch]: “yep – that’s me. I suppose you’re wondering how I got here? Well…” Truthfully, so am I. In fact a year or two ago I thought I’d never find myself on a stage