The Rebirth

I've been writing music like crazy, lyrics and guitar, and I'll hopefully be releasing all of that with a few guest instruments, for purchase at some point in the next two months! Abby Cook has been gracious enough to provide me with some album art for my solo releases, so anyone eager to get their hands on some personal Abby Art will be able to do so by February.

I'm finding the writing process filled with positive emotions and energy so hopefully that will come through on the release. I've been dabbling in photography more and more every day, so maybe I'll arrange some sort of a photo shoot soon to get this blog looking a little more positive and modern like the approach I'm going to try to take for the release.

I'm just starting this blog up again, but I hope to get it rolling like it was not so long ago. Anyone who wants to look back and see what the blog was I encourage you to take a scroll through it's pages and see if you can dredge up some teenage angst (there's probably some pretty bad stuff in there).

I'm still studying Economics at Memorial University so besides sending posts and music I'll also be providing little bits of economic commentary to keep it from being consistently all about me and the music. If anybody has any ideas for artwork or recording collaborations get in touch with me whenever you can so we can hammer out all the little details pre-release.

Thanks so much for stopping in and reading, for all those of you who signed up for Google+ or have a Gmail account, I'm going to rig up a way to get any posts I make here sent directly to your e-mail or to your phone. I'll have details on that soon!
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Me and My Star

You've gotta watch the trends in a sad song closely or you're never gonna pick up on the emotion at the right time. I was playing something melancholy just tonight, watching the few people in the crowd and I kinda hoped to bring them to tears. It was a horrible horrible wish, but I wanted the message to get out to them, to know I'd touched them so deeply that they could cry. One of their father's had died.

And he wondered/when his/father will return/but he's not coming back...

There was a girl in the crowd who I knew had lost her father and I was singing about a boy who had a likewise experience. She didn't cry, I was happy, I was disappointed. That was about it, the range of emotions I felt at the moment. It wasn't exactly the craziest of things to happen, nor am I going to write at extreme length about it.

Something peculiar happened to me today, I wanted to share it with you.