When I was a performing songwriter, there was one moment when I was onstage somewhere and thought, “Why on earth should I bare my soul to these people?”
Back then, most of the songs I had written were like the songs I had been hearing singer-songwriters perform for most of my life. They were confessionals about love and romance and adjacent topics. You know, feelings and stuff. This material was so entrenched that I couldn’t seem to write about anything else.
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