Not The Voice

It’s safe to say that I will not be auditioning for The Voice.

The Voice

A friend of mine (ok, his wife, really…she’s still a friend, but I’m much closer to him) suggested I audition for The Voice.

Record Your Practice Sessions

. . . some people have a better innate sense of rhythm than others, but I promise yours isn’t as good as you think. 

Words for Monday

I listened to a lot of podcasts, and still do, but music has insinuated itself back into my life. She can be a pushy bitch.

A Different Perspective

And maybe - just maybe - there has been a vindictive woman or two in history who has cried “rape!” as a way of getting back at someone.

Practice With Limited Time.

The point here is to use whatever time you have, however much (or little) it may be, and do so consistently. 

Success. What makes it?

Yes, I’ve wanted to make a living a this for as long as I can remember, but not at the expense of how I want to do it.

Plans for the Near Future

My current project - a batch of songs my wife requested to help her sleep at night - is almost done. 

Wood vs Carbon Fiber

"Never fall in love with your sword."

That's What I Think (But I Could Be Wrong)

My podcast, That’s What I Think (But I Could Be Wrong) has officially launched.

Sweet Dreams

Spring needs to settle in and kick out Old Man Winter for good until it’s his time again.

Quick Update

I also find myself being nostalgic about my Twenty Aught Eight project. It’s been ten years, and I look back fondly on my accomplishment.

A Few Thoughts

A body at rest stays at rest, and a body in motion stays in motion.

Podcast Coming

i’ve decided to start a podcast called That’s What I Think (But I Could Be Wrong).

New Song

I've finished another song for my wife.

2017 is Almost Gone. Really?

Merry Xmas. Happy New Year.

Heart's on Fire

I wasn’t lying; my scale was.

406

Yeah, I was horrified and disgusted; more so than when I went over 300 pounds about a decade ago.  The difference is I was relatively healthy then.

Random Thoughts

Sometimes I just say something that makes me look like a prick.

The Eyes in My Dreams

I, Todd Lorenz, have successfully written my first book, and I think the plot is rather interesting. 

Thank you.

It was truly an emotional outpouring that moved me, and it's what inspired this post.

Two Recent Supreme Court Decisions

I think I'm going to take what may be a somewhat different stance on both these issues: We're missing the fucking point.

Fear

I'm afraid of continuing to fail.  It fucking hurts.  It's demoralizing.  I really don't wanna do it any fucking more.  If history is any indicator, my only real option is not to try.  That ensures I won't fail.  Trouble is that little spark of hope, that flicker of a dream, that one last fading ember in the dying fire of optimism - it never quite goes out. 

Whiny city, bitch.

I'm 45 now, and there are far fewer days in front of me than there are behind, and it really is much easier to just sink into my reclining couch and let some form of oblivion on television lull me into a near comatose state where my inner pain and turmoil are both temporarily shoved aside in favor of some form of bullshit entertainment in high def video and digital surround sound.  

Time flies...

I finally broke down and went to see a dr (well, ok - physician's assistant) because my fucking throat was bleeding.

 

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