I was born a lonely singer, and I’m bound to die the same,
But I’ve got to feed the hunger in my soul.
And if I never have a nickel, I won’t ever die ashamed.
‘Cos I don’t believe that no-one wants to know.
— Kris Kristofferson, To Beat The Devil

I saw that Kris Kristofferson passed away, but instead of writing a blog post about it and listing a bunch of songs he’d written topped by Me And Bobby McGee, I’ll leave this lyric to stand on it’s own. Any creative type knows the wrestling match we play with ourselves over the work that we put out into the world (or don’t put out into the world, holding out for that moment that never comes). I’m of a certain age where Kristofferson seemed to be everywhere in my youth. I mostly leaned into a different kind of music than he was singing, but I would always listen to what he had to say. It may feel sometimes that no one wants to know, but they’re quietly listening just the same. Put the work out there and let it find its audience. And in so doing, beat the devil within.