Music, Beats, Prose
This recent debate and hesitancy about the Johnson & Johnson vaccine is ironic.
If such a big deal has been made for a grand total of 6 people, where is the outrage for the much more numerous excessive use of force by police?
There was almost no hesitancy for me getting inoculated. This despite possessing a healthy distrust of large institutions.
I’m starting 2020 early. Actually, I started 2020 weeks ago.
Here is my first release of the new year a few days early.
I originally wrote the prose in this track back in the summer of 2018 shortly after landing in LA. Thanks to a buddy of mine, I had the inspirational space to do some creative work while also looking after his place in Long Beach.
The music was subsequently written later that fall after returning to the east coast.
It went through a few test iterations, but basically has remained true to the original feeling.
Light and airy, Back In inspires the boldness to open to love again. It invites as does the warmth of the southern California sunshine from when the track was born.
Sketchings is a manifesto of creativity. It brings the organ and a soul clap to the dance party like a rousing performance by the choir on a Sunday morning.
I have updated the ways you can contact me and how it operates on this site. It was time for a bit of modernization and some streamlining.
Some have expressed a desire to see more deeply into my creative process, to see behind the scenes. Others wanted to be clued in before the public release of my material. Still more wanted a direct way to book me for their private event, club event, or gallery opening. Either way (or more that I didn’t list) this is the best way to do it.
In addition, on the same landing I have created quick links to my most active social media and music networks. As time changes and I add or retire networks, I will announce them in M|P|B, then alter the links available through the Contact Me page.
The page is mobile and tablet friendly too.
Making music, writing prose, making mixes, etc has been just this for me for a long long time. So long, I don’t remember when it became so.
To me it has always been since before the first piece of prose I wrote or some random tune I plucked on the piano.
What is your therapy?
Do you wonder why
Why fire drives me so
Dispensing poetic
Rhythm from my soul
It’s the only way
I know to remain sane
To gather in the flood
To control the flame
A struggle versus the forces of nature
An epoch fight on a singular journey
To defy the test of time
To delay expiring on a gurney
The success I may have
Is all relative my dear
I could be fine for now
And still be gone next year
Tears for fears
Better than gone by years?
Certainly better than love incomplete
Tears for a love incomplete
Tears will water tomorrow’s flower
Bloom. Stretch. Stand tall. Tower.
Dawn blooms after the darkest night
And tears cool like rain in summer light.
It may feel so so far far away
But your tears foretell smiles in coming days
I see you. And I see you. Feeling blue.
But so is the sky when it is clear. True?
I originally penned this on June 13, 2015.