I think about my humble musical beginnings a lot. Infact I’ve written quite a lot about them too, though most of those thoughts remain unfinished in draft sections of this blog. It’s almost midnight so I’m not going to be write much tonight either.

But just for the hell of it…

This song means a lot to me. And I really like this recording of it too. Apparently other people don’t; it’s got a one star rating on YouTube. And ordinarily that kind of feedback would be enough to drive me back into my hole never to resurface… well, at least for another 6-12 months. But I’m filled with a uncharacteristic sense of pride for this little thing I’ve created. And I actually found myself in that moment being grateful that people seemed to hate it because actually in that moment I realised my love of the art of songwriting and the act of forming the chords with my fingers and the melody with my mouth… And that I’ve always done this, to a greater or lesser form, and I’m tired of feeling apologetic and I’m going to do it for the rest of my life.

This is a weird disjointed rant. It’s late and I’m tired. Thanks for humouring me.