After finishing my search through the journals covering my 20's in Milwaukee, I found almost no usable material for my current project: the 50 piece poetry book. Seems like I poured everything of any importance into Kuderski and my 2 albums together. That's all good and fine, but I really did, and still do, have high expectations where my creative abilities are concerned.
There are two songs that didn't make the cut for my solo debut. I simply thought that my vocal delivery just wasn't up to standards. You know, I couldn't seem to get it out right. So, I'm reworking them both. Either way, the price of the album will NOT be raised. Meaning that if you buy the whole release, you'll have 14 songs for the cost of 7 songs.
Fortunately, I'm drawing inspiration from the novel I have been writing. No progress adding to the novel, but I've found plenty related to the deeper content of the human condition. "What's it all about" takes center stage for many of us, but especially during our 30's and later in life. Maybe it relates to more of us then because the days of our youth move further and further behind us, distant memories in a linear progression of time. Only time will tell, but the world seems far more promising now.
That's really all for now. To be honest, the day to day, humdrum roll of it all taxes me much greater these days. My last blog, that I wrote yesterday, addressed all of those subjects, so if you're interested in that sort of testimonial topic it's right there for you. I hope that this posting finds you doing well and in good spirits. If not, may you discover the root of your discontent, and tear that weed out of the ground. Take care, and best wishes to you.