Dreamers and creative people who dwell in a world of fantasy and possibility are at odds with the “bean counters” and “suits” of the world. There seems to be a lot of thoughtless energy out in the world designed to quash this liberty of the artist.
My mother, when I told her my ambition of writing and performing music said “Oh, They’re a dime a dozen!” I loved my mom, but what an ignorant thing to say (and believe). There is not a day that goes by where I don’t hear those words in my head and I have to remind myself that creating music is not a “commodity”, it is an art. It would be lovely to have thousands that hear my songs, but it is not necessary for a song to be successful. A successful song is one that is finished and that satisfies me. The rest is just fluff.
I want to be a stardust collector I want to catch rainbows I want to be a moon reflector the scent of flowers in my nose II: don't tell me I can't ,don’t tell me i can’t don’t tell me I can’t don't tell me that it's (1)too late :II (2)im-possible I want to ride on a Unicorn, I want to swim up waterfalls I want to sleep inside a Stradivarius and vibrate in the best concert halls I want to fly with a dragon by my side I want to live inside an old oak tree I want a world where tears are jewels where nobody frowns and everything is free I want to stay awake and never get tired I want to live in my richest dream I only want to drink the finest wine and feast at the table of the king I want to live in Shangri La, Lothlorien or Brigadoon I want to live on the bottom of the sea and take vacations on the moon