Violent Waves

As they have so often in the past, Circa Survive manages to write a single phrase that just seems to have the right context.  I’ve been lucky enough to call these guys friends for years, and have photographed them, enjoyed their music, and even been involved with their side projects (Psychic Babble anyone? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5jmKsGtDVn8).  …

headshot

I met with a director recently; one meeting in a string of auditions that I can only compare to the tempering of a sword…. uncomfortable, sweaty, frustrating… all with the end goal of conquering in mind.  By conquering, of course, I mean landing the job…. although most days I wish I could be as combat…

Grief.

I still haven’t gotten used to driving this windy road, she thought to herself, sitting in the back of a twisting and turning minivan was starting to turn her stomach.  When did this happen?  She used to read in the car with no problems.  Time takes it’s toll on all, I guess.  She sits, pondering…

Dead.

I have absolutely no way to put how I’m feeling into words, yet more to write about than I’ve ever had in my whole life, all at the same time.  On that note, being that time is the case, let me not waste anymore of yours; These are photos of Dead Sara.  They played a…

the art of influence

I felt like I was walking straight, but then you smiled, and I felt my body turn 90 degrees. Or was that the earth?  The entire plain of me? Up turned and downside up; not your typical blender-beaten heart. My every synapse responds to your melody, it’s like your words are plugged in deep in…

seeds.

Walking through Los Angeles lends itself to learning.  More about yourself, more about the people around you, more about Life.  The ground is littered with residues of addition, thrown cigarette filters, glass bottles, sprawled figures; discarded furniture filled with memories, their vibes radiating onto the concrete, changing the feel of the wind with each piece…

dandy-lion

so you bloomed.  you’re a mediocre flower, the kind some would call a weed, but you’re mostly left alone for lack of desire to move you.  the world rushes by, without a glance, for your colors are no different from the one planted next. so you dry.  without motivation to reach for the sky, you…

chosen

I just went back to things I’d written in 2006.  In doing this, I’ve found myself quite humbled.  Is that the feeling I have to look forever forward to?  Will 2018 (provided we survive, of course) leave me wishing I had kept my fingers busy doing something that couldn’t be read on the internet for…

Climb.

I went on a hike with some good friends the other day.  Woke up at 6 am for the occasion… not at all like me.  Although I guess these days sleep isn’t really something that runs deep for me.  Might as well greet the sun when it comes up.  The hike we did was a…

no one falls faster than me

Building your lenses Digging your trenches Put me on the front line Leave me with a dumb mind With no defenses But your defense is If you can’t stand to feel the pain then you are senseless Since this, I’ve grown up some Different kinda fighter And when the darkness come, let it inside you…

half a history

I started out this father’s day with a bit of an angry tone. Time doesn’t quell the anguish knowing you were conceived, but not chosen. I feel like I’m missing half a history, god, I don’t even know if cancer runs in my family. I couldn’t tell you where I got jawline, my smile, my…

what it really means

Have you ever had a dream that is so vivid that when you wake up, you view the people involved differently? It’s so bizarre… and it’s been happening to me nightly. Maybe it’s just that so many things in my life feel like they’re on sinking sand… moving soon, free lance jobs (never knowing where…