Music: Mother, Brother, Secret Lover.

Many things have occurred to me over the past few weeks...

Because of being out of work, and being- almost in debt, I have immersed myself in music.  Mainly listening, but also writing.  Not sure what it is about music, but feels very safe; there is no demand or argument: it gives and takes away in equal measures.  2012 was a pretty slow year for music, and with 2013 promising releases from The National, Queens of the Stone Age, and Radiohead, amongst others; it is a very good year for music.

As a writer and singer, new music is important, as it gives ideas, inspiration, and a benchmark to aim for, when writing.  I have found myself completing an entire triple album's worth of material.  As a singer, I must have some sort of brain defect.  I can listen to a voice, a song, whatever.  I can hear it and replicvate the vocals; in some cases, perfectly after one listen.  It is hugely exciting as a singer, seeing just how huge you can make your voice; but also quite frustrating.

Even to record a simple track, it will take money.  I know what I can do; what I can achieve, but also how far away it is at the same time.  I am 30 in May and desperate to record and showcase exactly what I am capable of.  Realising that my 'dream' may be a long way away, is one of the worse realisations I have had.

For the meantime I will continue to write.  It keeps me focused, and is somewhere my brain needs to go, to escape things.  When the time does come that I can record; I just hope that my heart is still in it...