Witt's End

Music seems to be the thing I keep coming back too. It’s got a hold of me in ways I can’t explain. Every time I put pen to paper I hear something inside. These scribbling pens are just one piece of a puzzle. I need to make music. But that means collaboration to truly come to fruition. Because I can’t play what I hear inside without other people. There are notes in registers I can’t sing, there are instruments I can’t play. I’m a busy Dad, I’m a husband, I’m a worker, and a student. But five-ten minutes a night and more on weekends are becoming a solace. One that needs just a little piece of my devotion. And in time I gotta get past some nerves and share what’s coming out of me. Regardless of what I may think of it. I’ve shared some lyrics lately. Dusted off a bass. Taught my daughter her first chord.  It’s time to show her what I got. I’m ready to play. I’m ready to write. Who’s in? It’s the worst year for it. But I need this in my life. Do you? If you do I’m serious. Let’s do it. I ne

I remember telling someone that Islamophobia was a real problem, and they told me no way. I pulled up the FBI statistics, the local attacks on a mosque and the Sikh Temple. But no those were isolated incidents to the person I was talking too. They didn't see the trend. They didn't have any personal knowledge of it. So how could it be a problem. I've lost track of how many times I've had the same discussion about racial relations in America. Bringing up both statistically disparities and personal experiences of myself and those I know. Only to be told, that's not so bad, or nothing can be done. Or it's isolated. I think that's what's so hard about having discussions that involve disadvantaged groups in America. Unless we know someone who is experiencing a hardship worse than us we have no sympathy or empathy as a whole.  As humans we are often very shortsighted. Due to our selfish nature we find ourselves in places where we can't recognize that someon