Once I’d convinced myself that I was God’s gift to culture I began tormenting friends, family, and teachers with my verses and songs. My works would always illicit comments like, “It’s so nice that you can do this to help you deal with your emotional problems.”
Believing my creative writing was ahead of its time (I still believe this, yes) I scraped out a living by writing articles for other people’s websites, and when I had a spare moment wrote for my own (the one you’re reading now). I mostly did music journalism, which was immensely rewarding except for the fact that few people wanted to hear what I had to say about music.
Eventually someone who’d never read my poetry commented, “A poet, eh? What are you doing here? You should be in Montreal.”
It had never taken much to get me to do anything stupid, as my college chums had often tittered. And so I pulled up stakes for Montreal, writing other people’s blogs and pretending to be a bohemian poet, reciting my poems in seedy cafés.
The great thing about going to Montreal was not, as I’d expected, that it would be the place where my literary career would flourish, but that it was where my writing career slowly morphed into a songwriting career.
Because of the people I was meeting I was spending more time writing and co-writing songs. For the first time in years I had people’s attention. No one wanted to read my writing, but when I sang my songs or recited my poems people sat up and took notice.
So there you have it. This blog, once a place to show my writing, is still that. But it’s now also a place where you can listen to me as I churn out crude, unmastered recordings until I have enough interest to start recording and performing professionally. Just think, you can watch me grow!
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