Art, Music, Poetry, My Thoughts…
4th free collection. These are new recordings of the first and oldest songs I ever wrote from about 9 or 10 years ago. Rather than mix these with newer songs on an album, I want them on their own because they come from the same time mental space. Trying not to make these albums forever long either so this about 40 minutes…lol
I am putting together a short collection of very old songs I re-recorded and want to release together. This is one of my favorites of those early pieces. I’d had my first piano for less than a year and was amazed at how many ideas I was following through. It meant everything.
All in order from top left to the right across, the last being a self portrait (the center one is my mother back in the day). I started this back in the summer and finished last week, finally. I don’t want it to be said that all I did was abstract art. Now that’s put to rest. Prints are up as well at my zazzle shop Among the Ashes. If I had enough money I’d open a real poster shop. I’ll keep dreaming.
This is to working 40 hrs a week at a job that wears one out..
The most uptempo beat I may ever sing to…lol
This is a weird one. I left it off the album. I was just experimenting with layering tracks.
This I hope will be the last collection of boring acoustic piano pieces. I need variety and will try to make the next set a real difference from prior work. Time to experiment.
I would get this tattooed on my back if I had the guts…
Rose we are nothing alike.. This world wants you, This world loves you.
THIS WORLD, SO IN NEED OF YOUR KIND.
My mother has a small poster with this saying on it. I made my own version, painted the background, inserted the text. It’s no good when the weight of all the things I hate having to do begin to smother out the few things I love. When the money is not good enough and recognition is weak and people are jerks because they’re better at nothing else and you put up with a few too many things you just shouldn’t have to put up with…I have to spend a decent amount of time talking myself down. It’s a real shame. Life is already short enough for us humans. It shouldn’t be this hard for one to stay.
