Music

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 need music in my life.