"What if"

I like to think in another time and place things could have been mine.
I like to think there was something so grand.
I like to think I was more than my wants, then my petty pleas.
I like to think she was in love with me.
I like to think there will be more than just memories.
I like to think I had avid eyes and timid lips.
I like to think the sun always broke winters grip.
I like to think there was no absolute.
I like to think I spoke the truth.
I like to think your words had no end.
I like to think my colors never had to blend.
I like to think I was never beneath your waves.
I like to think.. I'm glad she never fell in love with me.

You would be astounded at the things you can ponder, when you're still and focus on the contents of your mind. Sometimes you find that your head and heart do not know their place. They venture off as children often do; dashing your heel on a spoke, cracking your lips on ice, burning your hand on the sun, or leaving you alone with the thought of love. You swear it would only take 5 secs of incredible bravery or enormous stupidity, to put it on the line and wait for the nighttime. To make your lips grace a mystery. The fallacy of romance is the stumbling block of the meek and lowly in heart. I tell myself "I'm glad things worked out the way they did" then I think what if. I have so many questions I'll never have answered.  The one thing I know, I swear I know; is that this album will answer a few of them. I hope this collection of music reaches you as it reached me. I hope it makes you think "what if".

This will be the life of me...

"This should be the start of many things. This should be your breath next to me. This should be the end of a chapter, and the start of another. This will be life of me..."

I can't help but imagine she dreams of living near the ocean. I'm sure that's what it is, dreams of life, or something like it. I'm sure there is something there,at least there was something there. I'm sure now that it is gone.

I often misplace my thoughts, I know this. I ramble. This being a perfect example of the latter of my flaws. I stutter when I am nervous. I scratch or rub the posterior region of my head when I am uncomfortable. To many peoples surprise, this happens anytime I am speaking in public. Alas, here I am, a singer. Could I be any more masochistic?   That would be if I had been removed from myself, and not doing it to myself. I wonder what that would be called? In the end I believe I justify this stupidity by simple balance. My love for music and the search for expressionism out-weighs my fear of speaking in public. 

I'm sure at this point my entry makes absolutely no sense. The point is, it is not supposed to. This is me, writing down my thoughts as they occur. For the first time I am trying not to be infringed by filters, or do's, or don'ts. I am uninhibited. I believe it is somewhat serendipitous how I have come to this point in my life. Moving to Wichita, going to school, meeting Lauren, playing music, learning love. Meeting Sally. Green sweaters always seemed to remind me of a walking tree.Tragic, as my mother would describe it. However, never have I ever desired more to be in the shade of a tree. No matter how brief. No matter how sincere. Just to be in that shade. The tree was, at the time, a stranger. Now, a friend is what I see. I'm sure I will always see more. I try not to think of the "You need me, less than I need you" phrase, but that is what comes to mind. I'm sure we have all faced that at one point in our lives.Unrequited love. To those who haven't, I am actually sorry. It is such a pleasure to feel something so grand, even if it is unanswered. The capacity of the heart is truly astounding.

The truth is, this IS the start of a new chapter. However, the book has changed. I am no longer reading, I am writing. So many things changed on the shores of Mexico for me. My lips have not graced another pair since my departure. Both from US soil and my last relationship. For the first time, I wish to be alone. Not in a sad, "pity me" fashion; but as an opportunity to rediscover the parts of me I used to cherish. To truly learn from my mistakes. Like every time I should have taken shade, every time I should have said... something.

On a similar side of brightness, I know what I will be naming this chapter...

"The life of me"

Truth From My Lungs

I've had the strangest night. It is snowing where I am. At the moment it would seem I haven't felt like this since my last night in Cabo. I remember the sea roaring, a storm was coming in, from what people told me that day. I had the privilege of watching the moon take it's place among the stars. I watched it rise from the ocean to the center sky. I observed it change colors; from red, to orange, and then to yellow. I can't remember ever in my life being that close to heaven. I remember thinking I would never again feel this, I would never again capture a moment like this. Alas, December 24th, 2:30 AM, I found myself staring at a similar scene.

I opened the door to my best friends house, the cold was instant. It froze me up, but that isn't what stalled me. The ground, the rooftops, the sidewalk, and pavement were painted white. Snow fell all around and suddenly the cold fled from my bones. I've been listening to a song I recently received from Matt Alsanian, our producer. In my last entry I spoke of the song, "When You're Not Around"; well I had this song in my ears as I left my friends house. I stepped along the sidewalk, and then across the pavement, towards my car. Something made me stop and look back. I could see my foot prints in the snow. They left a perfect impression of what was on my mind. I gazed at the scene before me and couldn't help but sense the irony in me singing "give me the street signs, give me the hours as I retrace the steps that I have devoured." At that moment I took a deep breath, but I did not exhale for fear I'd lose the moment; and in that moment I stooped down and traced a heptagon in the street, and thought about the people in my life. The people that keep me seeing my breath in the atmosphere. In that moment I felt complete again. Over the last year I struggled with being an honest man in the most dishonest time of life. I thought of all the things I've spoken, and pondered if my words were a farce. The truth is, these songs, this album, is the only honest thing I've done in my whole life. From "The Hour Is Late" to "10 Years". Every word I've sung has been a little part of me. The only parts of me I've cared to keep.

In the end, I am thankful for my friends, family, and for those who inspire truth from my lungs.

When You're Not Around

What can I say? I wish I could say everything about this song, but I can't. So for now I'll just say that this song captures a different part of me, and my music. It reminds me of "The Hour Is Late" Even though this song doesn't rock, it is my belief that it will be many peoples favorite. It tugs at my heart when I hear it. I can't wait for everyone to hear this song and take a little piece of me away with them. I want to change someones life. That's always been my goal. In the end what I'm happy about is the song's shortcomings. I got away with writing a beautiful song, but somehow in all it's beauty and effort. It still fell short of measuring up to the person it is about. "There is still this sound when you're not around" and you're never around enough.

Moving On

have not been able to keep my mind from racing. It seems I have someone on my mind. I really need to change this because it's getting me nowhere. I've been trying to focus on my music, but that just seems to make me think of the thing I'm trying to block out. On the bright side of things, my bands CD is about to be released and after that I think I'll be too busy to even think about it. Okay, so I believe I will quit being lazy and start putting up those videos of the songs on the album! Acoustic versions of all! maybe one  a week or 2. I haven't decided. I'll let you guys know. As for my situation, I'm gonna move on from it. After all I said I wanted to be alone. That's what I'm going to be anyway. Especially with the amount of traveling I'm going to embark on this upcoming year. 2012 will be the biggest year of my life! Ready... Set... LIVE!

LOST

I woke up today to find that my life is on the verge of  a major change. We have long since finished the new album Beneath Your Waves, and are now patiently awaiting the mixes. I am anxious for this set of mixes even more so than the others, because the last set of songs have some pretty strong statements in them. Songs like "Receiving You", "Company With Stars" , and "When You're Not Around" are all about the same thing. It's amazing how a different emotion was driven into each song. They all sound so different from each other.  Even a song like "I Was Young" has somehow found it's way into this category. "I Was Young" is a piano rock driven melody. It's much more serious in nature than some of the other tracks like "Lights Go Out". The lyrics are about my return back to Midland. It was strange coming home and feeling like a stranger, not knowing anyone but your family, seeing the landscape change. I listened to a song from The Weakerthans and I truly felt like I should have written it. I remember it so vividly, I was walking downtown late at night and the lyrics painted the exact picture I was in. "This city's still breathing but barely it seems; through buildings gone missing like teeth. The sidewalks are watching me think about you, sparkled with broken glass. I'm back with scars to show, back with the streets I know." I couldn't shake a certain someone from my mind. Sally. I ended up coming home and writing about anything but her. So I wrote about this foreign feeling I felt being in my hometown. I wrote about how I am not the person I used to be. I wrote about my loss of faith, my shame, and eventual gratitude. Other songs on the album are more direct in who or what they are about, such as: "Bring Back Love" "The Right Times", and "Company With Stars". These songs reflect a more personal look at the subject being spoken of in the lyrics. There is one song in particular that pulls at my heart strings. I feel so many feelings when I hear this song. I feel love, regret, desperation, and happiness; but mostly I feel shame. I wrote this song in secret and is the first time I led someone to believe it was about them, when I knew it wasn't. Being honest was never my strong point, but this was different, a line was crossed this time. I wrote the song about a girl I never get to see enough, and how I feel every time I don't see her. How I can keep hoping that she will come around, but faith can only go so far. I wrote how words never find their way from my heart, to my lips, to her ears. They are lost somewhere in route to her. In the end I believe that's where they will stay. Lost.

Your Love Will Be Safe With Me

Me, Jason, Scott, and Jaime are so close to finishing our album, it's driving me crazy. I truly hope that people get what we are trying to do with this album. I don't want to play bar to bar, just entertaining people. I don't want to be background music. I want to show people why I didn't pursue a career in what I was majoring in when I was in college. I want to tell a story with the songs I've written. I want to change lives. I want to change those lives with words. I want to get a message across to the person these songs are about. I want to tell them I know were not meant to be, I know that I wont ever get through to you, just know that I'm always here for you. I wont wait for love, I wont wait for anything. I'll simply just be, and live my life to the fullest, and try to be the best Christian I can be. I like to think I'll know when love has found me. That's good enough for me. The funny thing about myself is that I've already found what I want to spend the rest of my life doing, and that's making and performing music that I'm proud of, music that I love. So from me to you, all of you, any of you, and yes you too Sally; I hope you enjoy what reaches your ears. I appreciate all of your support, my friends, my family, and my loves. Your love will be safe with me.