Art is freeing and also the most rigid stifling cage imaginable.
Tag: insecurity
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“The way we talk to our children becomes their inner voice.” – Peggy O’ Mara
Stay small
I remember some time a few years ago, I heard part of an interview with Coldplay in which one of the band members was asked if bad reviews and the vicious comments that are made about them hurt. He said yes, and I was both impressed with his vulnerable honesty and saddened in how much… Continue reading Stay small
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I’ve noticed recently that I tend to put an invisible wall up when I see strangers carrying musical instruments on the street or public transit. I think it’s out of a kind of shame for being such a shitty musician; I don’t want to get trapped in a conversation about the instruments I “play”.
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”grief is what we call it when we have experienced love.” – Sophia Sky
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Singing my FUCKING FOOL GRUMPY SCORN ASS OFF
Vashon Daytrip
I’ve been struggling emotionally the last few days. I’ve been longing and sad, and it’s been frustrating that after 7 months of being separated I’ll still backslide and get emotional about not having my ex in my life in some of the ways he used to be. Depending on how things are going, instead of… Continue reading Vashon Daytrip
It took all the man in me, to be the thug you wanted me to be
I’ve been thinking a lot about attraction, sexuality, and what tends to drive mine, lately. Since putting out an ad and having sex with someone for very different reasons than I’ve generally had sex before, I’ve come to articulate some really interesting aspects of what drives my fucking that formerly only showed themselves as atmospheric… Continue reading It took all the man in me, to be the thug you wanted me to be
Isolation
[singlepic id=2012 w=420 float=center] Just found the original, had lost the digital copy when I wiped out my drive a year or so ago. “Isolation” – Acrylic on paper, 2004.
Nailed
So many years ago it pains me to say, because it means just that much life has passed my way already, I was a guitar player. I came into the world of original music through synth, and my first instrument was piano taught by my mother as a child, but I started out expressing my… Continue reading Nailed