Easter

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Today is Resurrection Sunday, and as I wander the halls of this high school—waiting for the next service of church to start—I recall where I was ten years ago. I’d only been in Humble for about a month, and I had just landed a job at a high end auto-repair facility. A child.

I believe that my life was changed because of  Jesus’ resurrection, though It’s hard to say at what point this occurred. My whole life has been tied back to the sacred legend of the Ancient of Days.

He continues to change me, grow me, and promote me. By the end of it I hope to be found as a man of God free of addiction and a broken self-image.

Regardless of what happens, “...I could sing of your love forever.” 

 

New Teeth

This morning I’ll be playing on a new set of teeth. I had some repairs done to my traveling ghost. Aside from needing a good brushing, and something rolling around in the case, they seem to have fixed the over zealous D below middle C and the sticky B just above. 

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I know more than ever, that there is a high importance to the cohesion of musicians in a band: unity in direction, repertoire, and purpose; otherwise, it’s just karaoke...

Musical Weekend

I got to see a lot of great music weekend. The first set was The Midnight who had a great opener, Violet Days. The show was so awesome; The Midnight’s catalog is filled with candy and great songs. 

What seemed to be most special was getting to sit with John Ebdon and Steven Fenly. These two artists are true to craft, and and I’m honored to call them my peers.

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After them, we ate at the House of Pies. which is always the best.

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It’s a wonderful thing to experience the arts.  

Setting Up & Sitting Around

Early Sunday morning set up at Westlake.

Early Sunday morning set up at Westlake.

A big part of my musical life has been a lot of sitting around, and waiting for other musicians. It’s not a complaint, just an observation. In fact, there isn’t much to complain about these days.

So much of art is pulled from depression and angst, at least for me it has been. It’s a strange place to be whenever it’s 1:30 am, staring at my instrument from across the room, and know that there isn’t much that I need to emote about.

I’m guessing that’s good. Maybe I can hang out here for a moment.

Petroleum for my beast

I mentioned to Miryam last night that I don’t wright much as of late in my blog. In 2010 THIS INTANGIBLE EXISTENCE began as a blog.

Almost a decade later here I am.

Here I am at a place of Humble beginnings, drinking coffee from a mug that could have stood for prepress criticism.

the saddest thing is that the air is so different: an unwelcoming glare and a standard “mean girls” attitude that I was made aware of earlier today while at the mall looking at anime pariphinalia.

An previous client of mine saw me and approached. We greeted each other with a bro grab, and before we could mention much of anything else, he began to speak of he and I’s formal meeting ground. He expressed the same things I mentioned previously.

It’s fine - The beast needed a check up, and I wanted to check in…

So I I’ll just leave all of this here :)

Red hair: it’s Red Mercury season - and I’m so excited.

Red hair: it’s Red Mercury season - and I’m so excited.

…I’ll just leave this here…

…I’ll just leave this here…

The Smell of Autumn

“A cold wind blows…”

This time of year often brings a large influx of nostalgia. Bitter waves of memories come from an angered ocean shaken by regret. Something sweet is left behind.

“All you have to do…”

In these times I have to, reluctantly, remind myself that I am not my past.

“The journey calls…”

Perhaps one Autumn, many years from now, on a late Sunday, moments from midnight, I’ll be in a similar place; and I hope then to remember this night: I lived in a mansion—drove a sexy red civic si—played an awesome piano from the 80’s—had some awesome friends—worked from home—and MRYM.

“The leaves will fall…”

Like they do every year.

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I’ll have new music out next month ;)

I've been meaning to talk about this...

Over the past two months, I've had some major life changes. I've had a group of pictures sitting on my desktop just waiting to be uploaded to my blog; however, with these changes, I've been busier than I expected. This morning I'm sitting in the lunchroom of Beckwith's Car Care while I wait to get my oil changed. If that statement doesn't note the situation enough, allow me to expound:

Firstly, I participate in the MS150. It was a two-day bike ride that took the life out of me. It's fun to see what you're body can handle, and being 31, I wanted to push it to the limit. The last time I did the MS150 was about six years previous. It was a successful venture.

Shortly after that, my latest single, "Lamps", was released; which was followed up by the special EP release of "His Precipice". I'm very proud of these releases; they feature a bunch of extra content that makes it more than just a single or an EP; I really got to celebrate a new era of music in my writing.

Shortly after the ride, and after the release of the new music, I guess you could say that I was feeling a little froggy. I met an anthropomorphic man named Pete. I didn't think that I was going to bring him home with me, but my credit was good enough, and Miryam thought he was cute. As a musician, this was a big step for me.

I bought a piano today. He will be called Petrof. He's got a deep voice and a big chest for a little guy. Song: "Flamingo Fandango" - This Intangible Existence (as if there wasn't a better to introduce myself)

Lastly, and probably most notably. I resigned from my long-standing position at Beckwith's Car Care. It was a very deliberated and difficult decision to make; however, with love and respect I hung up my Beckwith Blues and have ventured into the world of a corporate enterprise with Amerit Fleet Solutions.

I'm glad I get to write this blog while sitting at the lunch room of Beckwith's; this place is home in a way. 

... and the sun set with a few tears, and a heartwarming goodbye (for now).

... and the sun set with a few tears, and a heartwarming goodbye (for now).

Sunday Morning

I got to play at two churches this weekend. I love serving the Lords people in music: young and old. 

West Lake Church

West Lake Church

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law. And those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires.”

‭‭Galatians‬ ‭5:22-24‬ ‭ESV‬‬

http://bible.com/59/gal.5.22-24.esv

Golden Acres Baptist Church

Golden Acres Baptist Church

“On that day, when evening had come, he said to them, "Let us go across to the other side." And leaving the crowd, they took him with them in the boat, just as he was. And other boats were with him. And a great windstorm arose, and the waves were breaking into the boat, so that the boat was already filling. But he was in the stern, asleep on the cushion. And they woke him and said to him, "Teacher, do you not care that we are perishing?" And he awoke and rebuked the wind and said to the sea, "Peace! Be still!" And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm. He said to them, "Why are you so afraid? Have you still no faith?" And they were filled with great fear and said to one another, "Who then is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him?"”

‭‭Mark‬ ‭4:35-41‬ ‭ESV‬‬

http://bible.com/59/mrk.4.35-41.esv

 

...also I got to hang out with this lady :) 

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West Lake Church

I played for West Lake Church today in Summerwood. 

 http://westlakechurchonline.com/

Psalm 92

 “It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to your name, O Most High; to declare your steadfast love in the morning, and your faithfulness by night, to the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre. For you, O Lord, have made me glad by your work; at the works of your hands I sing for joy.”

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭92:1-4‬ ‭ESV‬‬

http://bible.com/59/psa.92.1-4.esv

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