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February 17, 2012
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2.17.12
February 16, 2012
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Going through stems. This is the last 55 seconds of Firebirds purely in vocal form. Throughout creating the song, it morphed in a lot of different ways, but once it was down this was the one constant that built the backbone for the whole piece.
- Has been played 11 times.
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Sometimes
I just keep walking.
I’ve been out here for a while now. It doesn’t matter how cold it gets. It still feels like home.
I want to leave behind something worth it. It’s strange to think that I exist somewhere within the paradigm of normality; I hold things in such different light than the rest.
Either way, I want you to be okay.
February 14, 2012
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‘What’ and ‘if’ are two words as non threatening as words can be. But put them together, side by side, and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life. ”What If? What If? What If?”
So do it. I’m one to consider possibilities. It’s how I work, it’s how I see the world. But you can’t let yourself get hung up on them if they’re keeping you from moving forward.
Do it.
I worked on a song today. The name has probably changed eight times since I’ve started working on it, reflected in the rudimentary project file names scattered in the RSR folders. Each stood for what it connected to the most at the time - in that way, a lot of the times, the songs find me. “Midnight Daydreams” was what it evolved out of; then into “Throwing Stones”, “Astronaut City”…
I think I’ll name it after a season. That’s ambiguous enough, right? That’s ambiguous enough for her.
February 13, 2012
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Cliff diving.
Sometimes it’s impossible not to look back, if only for a fear that something behind you could come hurtling toward you at an unimaginable speed. By that same notion, it’s impossible to look back.
Something about this makes you feel like you can keep moving, that you’re able to keep dodging these bullets. You’re at the edge of a cliff, and you can feel it in your toes, in your extremities - in every bit of being that depends on your ability to breathe. Can you still breathe? Would you keep moving, even if you couldn’t?
You run to what seems like the edge of the Earth just so you can get there before the last piece falls away.
And suddenly, something clicks.
You’re getting a lot of air.
I don’t expect anyone to read this.
