At night the ocean is a giant black void. It’s the beginning and the end.  The future and the past. It’s every dream and every nightmare rolled into one. The waves are the sound of perpetual motion. Proof the world continues on around you – even when you hold your breath.  You are small. You are insignificant.
It’s customary to be scared of the dark.  As a child I was.  Now I like the dark.  At times I crave it.  It’s peaceful. It’s anonymous.  It’s also where my demons and I can sit quietly, undisturbed, and really take a good look at each other.
It makes sense for you not to know your demons very well.  Their nature is to terrify you so sitting down with one of them for a cuppa probably seems like an odd concept.  You’d like to think that your demons know you, though. They are yours after all.  I bet it never occurred to you that some of them are only haunting you because it’s their job.  Some of them are there because you think you “should” be haunted. (There’s that awful word again – “should”.  ugh.)  Sometimes they don’t. Sometimes it’s just their job to haunt you.   Sometimes when you can stop being scared and just really look st each other you discover they aren’t monsters at all. Just past versions of yourself. Or ideas others had about you that you held on to for some reason or another.  Sometimes they are actual people you are afraid to let go of. I have a few of those. People who have died that I hang onto. I’m so scared if I let them go they will vanish as if they never existed. (Note – THEY aren’t afraid of that. I am.)  So I live haunted of my own doing. And even then they don’t show up as often as I’d like. They don’t want to be here, after all. They have better things to do.
When we face each other in silence, really size each other up. They stop being scary. They stop being something I avoid and become something I can address. No – I don’t need to hang onto that fear I’ve had since high school.  I disproved that long ago. No – I can understand where that demon came from, but I invented that fear. That’s not actually what happened at all. Oh – that’s just a smaller, More frightened version of myself.  You’re not actually here to scare me, you’re here because you need me to comfort you… some of them are happy to be released. Some of them will never go away, but we don’t fight anymore. We’re more like a team.
At night the ocean is a giant black void.  It’s the beginning and the end. It’s the future and the past. It’s where I can sit and be alone with all of us in a comfortable stillness.
What do you see?  What do you see when you look into the dark?

Your Cat

Your cat does not care that you are a rockstar.  Your cat does not care that you just played a huge show and signed autographs at the merch booth.  Your cat cares that you didn’t remember to scoop the litter before you left which means now I’m very upset and I’m going to poop on the floor – and you know how I can’t stand it when there’s poop on the floor.  That upsets me even more so I will cover the poop with your shirt from the laundry basket.  There.  That’s better.  I must now suck on the blue blanket to comfort myself.  If I cannot access the blue blanket because the bedspread is in the way I will claw it out of the way.  You left me no choice.
Your cat does not care if you’re good at your job or not. Your cat doesn’t care that you totally forgot the chord progression to your new song live on stage, and even though you covered it you still feel like a total ass.  Your cat has gone adventuring and has come home covered in brambles and expects to be brushed so he can promptly go out and re-bramble himself for the fourth time today.  Brush me now, brush me again later.  What, exactly, is the problem? And where is my toy?  No, I don’t want to play with it.  I just like it sitting in the middle of the floor.  I find it soothing.
Your cat does not care that a stranger recognized you in the grocery store when you hadn’t showered in two days which was both nice and sort of highlighted the fact that you’re turning into a crazy-hermit-artist (not your proudest moment).  Your cat does care that you got distracted by this event and forgot to pick up cat food while you were there which means you have to run back to the store first thing in the morning since it’s now closed. Do you realize what you have done?  Now I have to put my cold nose on your warm nose and walk on your boobs until you remember to feed me.  See what you make me do?  Where are you going? You forgot to feed me.  Obviously, you have abandoned me and I’m going to starve to death. There must be food either in the laundry hamper and your yarn bin.  Nope.  Where else can I look?  Oh, you’re back.  What was I doing?  Oh!  Food!
Your cat doesn’t care that you’re both freezing and on a deadline.  He will simultaneously puke on your only rug and heating pad and then knock the garbage over shortly thereafter trying to eat the same thing he just puked up.  This is why you have to flush the puke and not put it in the garbage.  We’ve gone over this before.  Are you completely untrainable?  I must converse loudly with my favorite toy now and tell it how disappointed I am in you.  Don’t LOOK at me when I’m talking to it.  God.  A little privacy, please?  What is the matter with you?
Your cat doesn’t care that you are going through a bout of insomnia.  He will lay like a dead weight next to your legs refusing to move when you need to roll over, goddamn it. Now, why did you turn the light on? You are doing sleeping wrong.  You are supposed to lay there and I lay next to your leg.  Now I’m upset and I need to suck on the blanket again.  Move.  No, YOU move.  I need the blanket.  GIVE ME THE BLANKET.
Your cat doesn’t care how hard you work or how far you have to travel, either.  Your cat cares that you were gone for two sleeps and you are home now which means I have to race around and show you how fast I can climb the climby-thing because I’m sure you forgot how fast I can do that.  And I can roar too.  You’re not watching.  I was mad you were gone so I pooped on the floor but then I felt bad about it so I covered it up with your t-shirt to fix it.  Why aren’t you petting me?  Look how fast I am!  Why aren’t you petting me?  LOOK HOW FAST I AM!  YOU’RE NOT WATCHING!
Your cat does not care that after being on the road for over a month you finally had enough time to clean the apartment and do all the laundry. Your cat cares that there are fun dust piles to play with. You have to play with them quickly because the dustpan is coming.  That’s part of the game.  Look!  I’m wearing the whole dust pile and running around the house!  I win – take that, stupid dustpan.  Why are you upset?  Do you need to suck on the blue blanket?  You took it away for a while and now it doesn’t smell like me anymore but I’ve been rubbing myself all over it so it’s okay to suck on now if you want.  And the other things by the blanket were in stacks and stacks are not at all good to lay on so I knocked it over and made it into a nest.  What is the matter?  You would not be this upset if you tried sucking on the blue blanket.

New Year 2018

I’ve wanted to write this blog for about a year. I’ve been trying to come up with the right word. That’s what’s been slowing me down. After all that I went through from 2014-2017 (which I’m now coining “The Business”) I’ve been lacking the right…word…for what it is I’m doing with myself now after such extreme change.

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Reflections on “When God Closes a Door”

I turned on The Sound of Music today to keep my head occupied while I started reorganizing my living space (a fall tradition).

It’s one of my favorite movies.  One of the things I really like about it is that every time I watch it, something else pops out at me.  Today’s thing was Maria’s reoccurring line:

“When God closes a door, somewhere He opens a window”

I surprised myself by responding, “Yeah, I don’t think that’s always true.”

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verb (used with object)
1.  to break (something) into pieces, as by a blow.
2.  to damage, as by breaking or crushing:  ships shattered by storms.
3.  to impair or destroy (health, nerves, etc.):  The incident shattered his composure.
4.  to weaken, destroy, or refute (ideas, opinions, etc.):  He wanted to shatter her illusions.
verb (used without object)
5.  to be broken into fragments or become weak or insubstantial.


The only thing that is still the same in my life right now as it was 18 months ago, is that I am currently breathing and have a heartbeat.

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My Music Education Project

Truth:  Even though I’ve been a musician my whole life, I don’t listen to a lot of music.  Never have. Mostly because I always have music playing in my head, so sometimes I really can’t because it sounds like two radios playing at once.  Yuck.

In school, I was trained in Classical music.  The history of it, where it came from, how it evolved, branched out, church vs. secular and all that… but I never studied rock music.  Or really any modern music outside of the “played-by-a-symphony” area.  Mainly because I never planned on being a rock musician.  Funny how that worked out.  (Now I know why I felt like I never quite fit in.  Haha – retrospect is awesome. )

So, recently I decided that I wanted to educate myself since this is my career and all, so I poked around online and from several different places put together a list of the 100 “greatest albums of all time” that I want to listen to before my birthday – which is September 17th, by the way.  Gifts are always welcome.  🙂

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