Violent Waves: O’Brother

“I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, ‘If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.’” I had a late night conversation with a random person on a street corner in downtown Houston.  I had been having a rough night, and I escaped…

building material(s)

We learn young to build our houses with brick and mortar.  We can’t help it.  The youth clouding our eyes tells us that anything that seems good will last forever, and before your first major loss, it’s impossible to believe otherwise. Then comes the break. You can’t gently destroy solid walls, they have to come…

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…