I’ve been distracted and out of town this week due to work and funerals and other everyday matters, and so I’ve had no original material to post on the subject of artistic failure of late. To make up for my distraction, here’s a link to a story that was posted this week on mnartists. It’s a story about my own latest bout with–what else?–artistic failure. Until next week…

One Response to “The Day the Music Died”

  1. bob schulz says:

    What can one say, life is a predicament, no less for an artist. Troubles be damned, every day has a small requiem that can be savored. Looking up is an act of optimism. Defiance is the correct attitude. Laughing hysterically helps. Walking in a park lecturing demons with an eloquent soliloquy helps. Just being in a park helps. Standing by a tree helps. Standing helps. Later, Dudettes.

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