Sandbox

I never much liked playing live shows. The heavy lifting, the heavy egos, the heavy drama. Whatever sense of connection or artistic satisfaction I may squeeze out of a gig, the general feelings of futility and animosity would accumulate tenfold, drowning out whatever fleeting fun I may have achieved by standing on a stage, lawn, or concrete floor and belting out my songs to an audience of the sometimes appreciative, occasionally confused, and usually indifferent. On certain special occasions there would be bands on the bill who are openly hostile to my bewildered presence and I have to either throw a punch, or eat their lunch, depending on my mood. That's not who I want to be or what I want to do as a musician, or as an artist. I am proud to be in my Brian Wilson playing piano in a sandbox period, and I will likely remain this way until my dying day. Let my recordings be that groovy performance of mine that you attend, and maybe hangout with me afterwards, laughing and drinking, but only in your mind. That's where my music should be. 



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