I have a friend who is a musician. And more than anything else he wants to write his own songs and eventually put them together on a CD. But it’s not really happening. So he is in that particular type of artists hell where the creative longing is terribly insistent but the creative manifestation is stalled. He’s complained to me a number of times about how miserably stuck he is and because I am a professional believer in the gifts of others and cannot ever keep my nose out of anybody’s creative business, especially when there is massive suffering involved, I poked and prodded a bit. And I discovered that he is not really as stuck as he thinks. At least not all the time. This guy grew up in a suburban middle class family, went to an Ivy League college and has worked his whole life in the white collar corporate world. Yet when he sits down to write songs he has discovered that he has an alter ego as a scruffy, country western type dude who drives a beat up old Ford Black Galaxy and hangs out in little hole in the wall saloons. And even though he […]