it occurred to me after a few backspaces that i start a lot of things i write with "listening to....." - and i always knew i write the most when pushed by the drawl of voices that have liquored me . . . kept me safe.... dirtied me.... narrated a portion, if not all, of my life.

if i had a memory i'd be able to tell what author i just read about saying he couldn't write when listening to music with lyrics... those words evaded his.... and i think he's right. but then do i not write? im inspired by hearing them- i can't shut them out. they deliver me onto something bigger.