I’ve been thinking a lot about process. but haven’t actually been paying attention to the processes in my life. After posting a digitally-altered image on .@Instagram, I usually –snap– realize I forgot (again) to include the original image. [Unless it’s an grammatical or spelling error I notice, I decide to LET whatever else I post […]
NOTE: I have changed course a bit since I wrote this. However, Depression + Social Media are still relevant. okcontinueon Oh, this poor blog. How I have neglected you so! When you check your #WordPress site stats, do you ever see images run through your head, of people all over the world who’ve read your […]
of my 3 dear brothers, i’ve spent the most time with Anton (Tony). we used to fight as kids. all the time. but, just before he left for college and i was starting high school, he and i formed a bond. seemingly, all of a sudden. we got along. we composed songs. he played guitar, i sang. the lyrics were fraught with teenage angst-y metaphors like being locked in a tower. and someone threw away the key. (deep stuff) he never judged.
I wrote this around the time that I started playing piano again. It’s the first and only instrumental song I’ve written and recorded to date. I use to feel that I had to have lyrics when writing songs. I clung to words as the skeletal element; the scaffolding. At some point music-making morphed into a more fluid process. Words fell away. My instruments wanted to sing. And I wanted to listen.