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At Amanda's asking, I'll augment this neglected blog. I have 15 minutes to write. It's the only way I'll get anything done: time is my enemy. My inner critic starts to stir at minute 10. By minute 16, he's fully awake and barking commands at my fingers: no not this. That! That! NO! (Stirring noise in the corner) I don't see the point in adding my songs to the polluted landscape of music that saturates the world. Polluted is a good word. It's like an emotional toxic spill (Adulus Huxley said something along these lines about radio when it first emerged). Toxic because when carefully examined, what I hear is non-sense. But don't take my word for it. Listen to Beyonce's "Halo". I considered covering it and when I listened carefully to the lyrics I couldn't find anything to sing- no emotional arc. Technically skilled vocalist, convincing actress on the set of Baywatch. I can see your Halo? Good Christ. So I'm indulgent.