Books do a body good.

This is more of a personal update. I'm thinking I'm going to start working out again. I have seriously let my health get out of hand. I've developed a routine for my workout. I've been missing two very important things in my life as of late. I haven't been staying healthy and I haven't been reading like I used to. It's been years since I sat down and read 300 pages of something. I've discovered that novels tend to bore me. It's not that I have no imagination, it's just that I feel no furtherance of knowledge. I feel like I'm not learning. So I will be running to public library every morning and run back. While I'm there I will read books I used to. Textbook-like in nature. I've started simple, a modest 200 page book over American History. Time to get my big brain back. Who know's maybe it will help me write. On a side note, "When You're Not Around" is my new favorite song on my bands upcoming record. I love it.

Oh Helen, you're just like Sally.

This is the 3rd update over the making of my bands first full length album. I hope you enjoy this video and the details to come. Also realized that the video I was looking at was backwards, not the actual video itself. So funny! I am quite the idiot.

By The Light Of The Moon

Here is the next video update for the making of Beneath Your Waves, by band's first LP. The next entry I'll be posting videos from the studio, videos from shows, and pics from our first session.

When you were young

I've been feeling nostalgic lately, I can't explain why either. Everything seems to remind me of something I'm missing. This has led to many sleepless nights. This one seems to be the worst one so far. I literally had to get up, walk to my computer, and write this down. I know the things that I miss. Those thoughts are the things that keep me from sleep. I know as soon as I close my eyes the things I was thinking about will formulate into dreams I will vaguely remember in the morning. I'm writing in this blog while I'm writing letters, letters that may never be responded to. The point is that they will be read, and that's all that matters to me. Beneath Your Waves is so close to being finished. I thought I had finished writing for it, but things just keep coming up. Whether it's a memory I misplaced or Sally running through my mind, or old words from my mother spoken in a new way; things keep popping up to remind me life is fragile and it passes you by. Just recently I drove to the old church I used to go to when I was young. The church that built me. It looked so foreign to me, like a stranger that claimed to have known me once, or a road that you swore you've driven on, like deja vu, like a dream you can't remember. It made me evaluate my life, all the times I've said "I love you" and never understood what those words could mean. All the oaths I've forgotten, all the promises I've broken, all the words I never meant. It made me think of the one person I could never forget, It made me think of the one person I've never known. The one person I can't bring myself to lie to anymore.

"Liar liar don't you ever get tired of singing these songs for a love that may never come?"