I'd Love To Be An Artist Always,

I Wanted To Be A Singer Forever. But It's Not Really My Cup Of Tea. Having The Whole World Know Who You Are.

My Voice Went Recently, Never Happened Before, Off Like A Tap. I Had To Sit In Silence For Nine Days, Chalkboard Around My Neck. Like An Old-school Mime. Like A Kid In The Naughty Corner. Like A Victorian Mute.

I Get So Nervous On Stage I Can't Help But Talk. I Try. I Try Telling My Brain: Stop Sending Words To The Mouth. But I Get Nervous And Turn Into My Grandma. Behind The Eyes It's Pure Fear. I Find It Difficult To Believe I'm Going To Be Able To Deliver.

I Want To Go And See Things As A Fan Again. I Am A Fan, But I Can't Remember What It Feels Like To Be A Fan Anymore. Because I've Become An Artist. I've Become The Artist.

I Will Not Do Festivals. The Thought Of An Audience That Big Frightens The Life Out Of Me.