rambling #1 in the series 'why we do...'

"what if no one ever told me that they loved me again, but God...what if no one ever paid my art another compliment...would that be enough?...my heart says yes, but my ego says no." -a dear friend (my paraphrase)

"the life unexamined ain't worth living friends..." -Jon (my paraphrase)

'sometimes' copyright 2010 by todd b.

sometimes i sing cuz i'm happy
sometimes i sing cuz i'm sad
sometime i sing cuz i don't give a crap
and sometimes i sing when i'm mad
i often sing to give thanks
and i sing to keep it 'straight'
if i don't let myself sing
it'd be like a dam about to break.......

the only reason i'm copyrighting this silly little blurb above is because there may be a 'song' there....ha ha.

this is a rant on why 'we do what we do.' all kinda motives flopping around for me. do i think You Tube and the Blogosphere and facebook and all sorts of other networking/file sharing/exposure sites are good? you bet. can someone get addicted to 'artistic expression' or 'musical expression' or just 'airing' their own opinions and such...'yup.' have i really given myself the 'examen' regarding all of this (old catholic term)..lately..not so much......

here's the deal for me...i've been bashing away at music and scribbling pictures and writing/journaling/messing with words for as long as i can remember...my training...minimal...my bent...amatuerism...my unction...(when i have reflected on it) seems to be from way down deep within...when i act like 'i' am the gift...very bad (and laughable i suppose)...when i acknowledge that anything good that comes out of 'creating' is perhaps a gift given to me...to share...much better...much 'much' better....okay, 'gee todd, thanks for reminding me....no problem, todd...listen deep and keep asking for help...'

fin