If you're not happy with what you got....

You won't be happy with what you get.....

Nashville???? Murphy Small???? I’m beginning to believe those two don’t belong in the same sentence......at least not in present tense. I moved here thinking I was going to be a "professional songwriter".......hell, I was a professional songwriter when I was in Michigan. You don’t wanna know about the music machine down here. If you like what they’re playin’ on country radio just keep listening and don’t ask questions. I mean questions like, "why do I think there are only about 5 artists in the country scene?" You probably won’t want to know there are hundreds and they all sound alike.

OK......I was going to elaborate on that but I think me needs to move on to more positive thoughts.....oh yes, how about this? I seem to have found a couple little groups of like minded people. Rebels, intolerant of the status quo. One of those groups just happens to be a band.....whoooohoooooo......and they like to fish.......(pinching myself).......the other little group of gems is made up of younger business minded people. We’ve come together to figure out how to serve our musical public with the variety you deserve. I can hardly wait to see what comes of it:)

Well, can’t sit still too long.......I have a song idea swimming around in my brain....Love y’all........Murph

hhhmmmm........this songwriting thing is the most fascinating vocation I've ever practiced. Moving to another state really threw me off balance for awhile. I found it depressing and exhilarating. Of course there's a lot of excitement exploring new surroundings. But there is also a great deal of isolation for awhile due to being a stranger. There were times I was so lonely I couldn't very well function let alone write music. That's begun to turn yet I find myself still searching for another writer that clicks with me. I have such a passion for writing, I nearly drive my wife insane with it. I can't seem to shut-up about it and at times she'll remind me to stop working for just a moment. I'm not sure what holds other writers back from talking shop when they seem so passionate about writing. I get around other writers and I want to throw stuff up on the bench to tear it down and put it back together again. Go to a restaurant in a rural area early in the morning. You'll find farmers talking about farming, fisherman talking about fishing, golfers talking about golfing. Why does that not seem to exist with songwriters?? I think I'll have that question carved into my tombstone since I have an idea it will still be unanswered by then. So anyway, just some thoughts.

Thanks for checking in:)

Murphy Small

yep, I got married to the woman of my dreams in a bar in Bay City MI by a guitar player/pastor. Storybook all the way.

the dream has become my reality. My music is being recieved warmly. Murphy Small is a living, breathing entity. I'm about to open Defndum Records recording facility. The Eagle Street Theatre is starting to pull together.

I have but one dream left.

I'm anxious to meet her.

Yep"!! I was thinking while washing my dishes ( a recently acquired habit), and I remember not long ago realizing I had been married most of my life. There was a year between marriage #1 and marriage #2. My mother was one of those June Cleaver wannabes and had it down pretty tight. She did all housework while my brother and I got to be "boys". I was out on my own for about 4yrs before marriage #1 and basically lived on the road and in the streets. Wife #1 was a "wifely" replica of my mother. Again housework was not on my daily agenda.(hhhhhmmmmm.....wonder why that marriage didn't last?) After 11yrs I found myself out in the streets again. About a year into that along came wife #2. She was all about being a wife and a mom. Again, no housework for me. That lasted another 10yrs and once again I'm out in the street. (The seat on that little red truck there don't sleep worth a shit.) So, after about 2yrs of singleness and sleeping in odd places I purchased a trashed out mobile home. I went about a full year in this tin can without setting up housekeeping. I still had friends who would invite me for meals and there is a burger joint right down the street.

 For about 3months I found myself too broke to be driving all over creation as well as buying fast food. I lost 20lbs in that period of time.(I don't have 20lbs to lose). It made me quite ill. A friend stopped by the house and was alarmed at my conditions. She went home and brought back a plate of food and continued to do this for about 2 weeks, like every other day until I started gaining my strength again. It's been about 3months since that gal saved me from myself. God bless her. I now have enough food on hand I actually get to debate the old question, "what's for supper?" before deciding just what to prepare.

 Now, you're probably thinking, WTF? Yeah, I'm boasting all this like it's some kind of miracle discovery. Cooking and cleaning on a daily basis. Ihave a new perspective on things I'd taken for granted. Independance is a grand thing once you understand it comes with responsibilities.

sometimes I can actually do both at the same time. Does that indicate insanity?