My old Kentucky home
My life has become the tired tale of trying to break the glass-ceiling that is the cliche of local singer/songwriter. Submitting demos to record labels and booking in larger cities is an exercise in masochism at best. Theres nothing quite like pouring over my impotent little inquiries looking for that one potentially grammatical or spelling error that could set my aspirations as an artist into catastrophic flames, inciting the rage or ridicule (or both) of the person reading it, who is undo
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