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.
First Portrait Series
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.
Evenings Come
This is to working 40 hrs a week at a job that wears one out..
What I’ve Made To Give
The most uptempo beat I may ever sing to…lol
Running Out of Ways
This is a weird one. I left it off the album. I was just experimenting with layering tracks.
My New Album
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.
What matters most…
I would get this tattooed on my back if I had the guts…
Sweet Rose
Rose we are nothing alike.. This world wants you, This world loves you.
THIS WORLD, SO IN NEED OF YOUR KIND.
Good things…sure.
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.
Niagara
