My free time is quickly becoming consumed by music. I'm either playing an open Mic, practicing, or thinking about practicing. I only complain because this was all very unexpected. It's nice to finally have the confidence to share this part of me with people and to have so much support from so many wonderful people.

I've been working on a whole bakery of new songs, and figuring this all out as it goes. I've realized I really like pretty dissonance, vague lyrics, and catchy (but not quite pop-y) melodies. I really have no way to gauge how enjoyable my songs are. I will admit I come face to face with a lot of self doubt when I'm writing. I'm not one to dig for compliments or seek validation. I just write things that are very personal and difficult to share sometimes. Oooff, I hate vulnerability. It's stupid.

I'm gonna share with you all the lyrics to a new song I will hopefully start performing next week:


I left myself in the room where I used to host dinner parties
Drifted away on a black plane
Caught as a falling fleck in a landslide
Caught in a crooked carousel ride

There was a time I didn't give a thought to blind entwine
Today I walk the streets and life no longer seems complete,
No longer seems neat
No longer seems so squeaky clean.
There was a time I was happy.

It's been 100 days
It's been 100 days
We all look the same