t h i n g s + f l e s h

lyrical essays on songwriting + other mysteries

messengers

Driving home from the studio late at night with the windows down offers its own music if I’m paying attention: … A frozen lake breaking apart at the end of … Continue reading

March 24, 2015 · 10 Comments

that’s beautiful

My friend Ryan stopped by this afternoon. I played him a song I started recording last week. (I’ve got an acoustic guitar, a lead vocal, and a temporary background part on it so … Continue reading

February 20, 2015 · 15 Comments

tension

The sunlight coming through the aspen branches this afternoon seems tired from traveling. It finally makes its way to the house and scribbles something on the frost-thick windows with meaning only for … Continue reading

February 13, 2015 · 15 Comments

beach day

This is near a small place on the coast that I go to now and then for stretches of isolated songwriting. It wasn’t exactly a beach day. I gazed out at sea for hours and listened to the waves bring the eternal note of heartache … Continue reading

February 5, 2015 · 11 Comments

infinite

Winter, it’s been said, is a purifying engine: when the sky fills the air with snowflakes it’s a reminder – no matter how old we become and how much we’ve seen … Continue reading

January 14, 2015 · 22 Comments

far away

Winter arrives early and takes its place at the window. The sky this afternoon has filled the air with snowflakes. There’s just a little light now in my upstairs studio, pale and lonesome as faraway music. I’m … Continue reading

December 11, 2014 · 17 Comments

still life

My right arm is all strapped up and bandaged. It’s just bruised. I fell down some stairs chasing after B. I’m telling everyone an entirely different story. Some people I tell it was a motocross … Continue reading

November 24, 2014 · 21 Comments
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