“
You can either choose to party or sing, I choose to sing ”
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Roger Daltry (well put Sir, so true)
17th of May 2013
9th of May 2013
It’s a sell out. Wore black, sang his songs & honored Cash.
4th of May 2013
the 3rd of May
Tonight I hear the wind. It’s not quite howling, yet not whispering either… it’s firm in its presence, providing a slight chill odd enough for the 3rd of May when it feels more like autumn outside. The wind is beautiful, it’s a mystery and a reminder to me of you. Your presence oh, God. Always there, always calling me, always listening and always wanting more of me, always longing to touch me and for me to stand still…recognizing your presence.
30th of April 2013
Already.
I think I’m slowly realizing that I’m living out a passionate prayer.
It may not be how I imagined but I think this is the beginning, or at least the beginning of my mind soaking up the events taking place and the reality that it’s happened and still happening and hopefully more of it.
Praying to God as a kid, telling him the desires of my heart, I’m seeing it happen. Hit me like a ton of bricks.
One of the most humbling events occurred this past Sunday another tonight.
Absoluetly overwhelmed in my heart.
2nd of April 2013
“With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Oh, the moon was gold, her hair like wind
Said, ‘Don’t look back, just come on, Jim’
Oh, you got to hold on, hold on
You gotta hold on
Take my hand, I’m standing right here
You gotta hold on”
19th of March 2013
latest film addiction
27th of February 2013
“
The greatest musicians/writers are either running toward God or running from him. ”
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Bono
25th of February 2013
“
In the stillness, like snow when all sound is absorbed. In the quiet, it’s when I can hear a great whisper. It often calls me home but not where I reside. I need to go home every once in a while. There lies the steady foundation of roots so deep of generations. A heart that yearns to be near them, where I belong. Hush now little quiver, so afraid to leave behind. You get louder and I become braver as I follow a flame ignited inside. ”
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LSJ
21st of February 2013
LOVE.
29th of January 2013
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A few thoughts on being a songwriter …
Write.
Then …
Write more songs… Never ever get married to the songs you have written… They are only songs you have written … They are what they are and they will serve you best as what you have done … not what you will do …
So …
Just write more of them. Then when you’ve written more songs, write some more.
When you have done that, write 500 more.
Then when you have done that, write 1000 more.
Then write some more. Write everyday. Write every night. Fall asleep writing. Wake up writing. Write when you’re driving. Write when you’re eating. Figure out how to write while you are sleeping. Never go to sleep without a pen and paper by your bed so if you dream an idea you can write it down.
Ok?
Somehow, figure out how to never lie to yourself about how good your work is and you will be a little bit ahead … but only a little … because if you are going to be a great writer, you better be able to lie your ass off … and be truthful about it!
These are a few things I have discovered …
It is not an easy job. Why should it be easy? One of the few things I have learned about songwriting is it is the hardest job I have ever laid my hand to … because I love it so deeply… because I want so badly to write well. I want to be excellent. I do not want to lift the pen until my work is excellent. There are no short cuts. There is only the work … the work that starts with an idea … and sometimes the idea that isn’t even there until after the work starts! It is confusing. It is maddening. It will mock you with how little it matters all while it is the only thing that seems to matter in the end.
If you are not a writer, you will think all the above is somewhat crazy …
If you are a writer you will know for sure …
If you are not a writer, lack of money, respect or love will make you “get a real job” and lay down the pen and confess to the foolishness of such a crazy dream …
If you are a writer you will write and nothing will stop you even if you starve to death alone in an alley trying to scratch some idea into the pavement with your fingernail.
If you are a writer you will still find an excuse to not write … there are plenty … you will try to find a better way of making a living and you will not be just fine and you will not be happy and you will be haunted every waking and sleeping moment by what you have not written. And you will be miserable until you write it down… and then write some more … and some more and some more …
Why are you reading this? Why aren’t you writing?
The second of those two questions is the most important …
Peace
Chuck
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Chuck Cannon <3
