At a lovely, leisurely pace, I alternated between creative endeavors and couch-potato-hood. The activities and my inner voice dictated the time frame. Sometimes it was a matter of minutes, sometimes whole days. And as I followed this meandering river of energy expenditure and replenishment, I found my mind opening up to some kind of natural flow. An underground current, far beneath the realm of my mental judges and my futile grasping at non-existent controls.
I recently discovered that the internet is awash with ways to copyright, distribute, showcase, and yes, talk about music, none of which involve speaking to a live person. Having just completed a lot of research on the subject, I’d like to share the process I went through in finally getting my music out of my closet and into the ethersphere, all from the safety of my laptop.
Zen Greenway 