Even today, the barter system serves as a way to accomplish things outside of of our failing and decrepit economy.

Being a “bedroom studio musician” for my entire artistic life I’ve become accustomed to recording on the cheap using whatever kitchen utensils were at hand to construct rudimentary microphones and cellos. I have of late however been given the opportunity to trade web design services for studio time. This will allow me to experience my first heady taste of pro-style song recording later this month.

Undoubtedly there will be huge piles of drugs and women. Or am I thinking of the 70s?

I am trying to punch up some lyrics, with little positive result. Perhaps what’s stymieing me is the giant, hyper-red beverage sitting nearby, mocking me with its wide sports mouth. I guess if I’m serious about this I should pack some sound sketches onto a device and go for a walk to see what shakes loose.

The beverage stays home.

I’m infected with inertia. Where is that essential element of vitality that would normally propel me forward into new endeavors?  The afternoon already spent, I ventured out into the snow with my scarf and cheap boots, a ten dollar drugstore errand serving as my day’s accomplishment. This is how I fall short, day by day, year by year.