I need to get better at this shameless self-promotion stuff.
My music is incredible. Incredibly good, incredibly bad, let's not kid one another, I can't speak to your aesthetics. But I won't hesitate to mention that I've been composing since I was six, and to be brutally frank I have to posit that if you can't find something at least interesting in my audial odesseys then you have an ego problem. This is something I have to deal with within myself, and which New York has made painfully clear to me. It is possible to be so competitive and self-obsessed that one becomes incapable of appreciating either truth or beauty. This city demonstrates that to me every day and forces me to confront such tendencies in myself.
My writing is also worth at least the few seconds it takes to look around and see what I have given away for free. Perhaps the lack of cost cheapens it? That seems ridiculous to me, as I am fervently convinced that the best things in life truly are free. I am chasing money in the hopes that my children may spend it. I would be a happy homeless man under a tree with my guitar without such a hope. But back to the writing (one of weaknesses (might it really be a strength?) is my tendency for tangents). I don't remember when I first read. And any strength in writing comes from having read, in my o so humble opinion. I disagree with Adrian Belew utterly on the learning of aesthetics. Certainly he is a creative individual, but he's kidding himself if he thinks he does anything without some reference to history and culture. My writing does not compare to the great works; it is great nonetheless. I will say the same for my music. And in my case they are very closely connected.