Some people keep a diary. Some people write in a journal. Some people keep meticulous photo albums, chronicling important moments, times, places, and people.
I write songs.
If it moves me deeply, it will show up in a song. If it opens my heart, it will show up in a song. If it compels me in paradox, if it makes me tremble with humility and gratitude, if it mobilizes outrage or contempt (if it sufficiently pisses me off!) it will become a song. If I fall in love with you, if I despise you, if you bless me, if you hurt me badly enough, don't be surprised if you end up in a song.
If it makes me hope, makes me ache, makes me cry, then I hand it to heaven where it ricochets off eternity and pours itself into my Guild six-string acoustic guitar named Shadow. Then it pours back out into the world.
Shadow has more than once saved my sanity. Maybe even my life.
Deciding to listen to my music is deciding to see me naked. Though you won't know that while you're listening. If my art moves you, then you will see yourself naked. And that's always a good thing. People come to an artist's art as a voyeur. But what they spy on, in the end, is themselves.
I guess that makes me an exhibitionist. I can live with that. It's a fair cop.
It was nice of you to drop by and give a listen.