Was handed this letter at a meet and greet on my last show of the tour:
My name is James Thomas. I’m 17 years old and I’m so happy that I was finally able to meet you tonight. You changed my life by inspiring me to pick up a Martin and a Strat when I saw you live for the first time…
is the adjective that best fits my ability to put my thoughts to paper. My grasp on my mind is quite strong. Thoughts run wild in my head on a constant basis, and if it were put on a canvas Picasso would be jealous. But thats my problem! I’m stuck in a daze when creative juices flow and tell me to let it out…I can’t. Everything so black and white in my head, turn simply to gray just like the fog. Coincidentally here, I was just able to display my thoughts while describing my inability to display them? Maybe this is a kickstart, but probably not…thought I’d try anyways.