After a year and a half of work on this, I’m beyond proud to say this is my first full length album.
Without getting too corny, thank you to everyone and anyone involved in this project. Thanks to Snottay for helping to make it happen. Thanks to my good friend Cal for helping with the cover art. Thanks to Ed-W0rd?!!, Sucio, Danny Frisch, Millz, Marlo, BND, and oDD for sharing the mic with me. Thanks to Kira Metcalf, Dan Cerney, Zach Kirsimae, Caitie Gutierrez, Katie Barriera, and Joe Villafane for singing at the end of my record and making it incredible, and special thanks to Mike Weiss for being my oldest musical friend and helping me put that choir together. Thanks to Dan for helping me hold this all together, and thanks to Sammi for helping me hold myself together during the stress. Lastly but not least, thanks to my friends who inspired this, lived through all of this with me, and who are my favorite people in the entire world.
At the moment? I don’t want to sound corny or self-promoting, but very much in stereo. The duality of life is full force and it’s hard to grasp sometimes.
Things are moving too fast, and too slow. I’m anxious and antsy, but nervous and afraid. I’m excited and scared.
Crazy. It’s been a while since I’ve written on this, or written anything like this. Last night I read at a poetry night, and I remembered why we do what we do. Why we put ourselves out there for people to take in, and do what they please with.
A few people approached me and said they liked what I read, felt the sentiment, etc. And the etc. really detracts from the point I want to make, which is that I wish those people understood how much that means. How much it means for a complete stranger to come up to me and say, “Hey, I know you just put yourself out there just now. I appreciated that.” Or “What you just said was something I can relate to.”
I remember being 15 and saying that all I wanted to do in life was to make something that people can take something from, and make it their own and feel something of their own. All the artists I grew up loving had something in their music that I could connect to, something I could make my own. I think there’s a duality in that, in the give and take of music. The artist gives you their work, and takes what you feel and say about it and takes in their surroundings as they make it. And you, the listener, take in what they’re presenting to you and give it your own meaning.
It’s funny how as much as I appreciate that, I must be around 10 times as nervous for a lot of my friends to hear my whole album, if they give it that chance. I said in a video a long time ago that to me what matters most is my friends appreciating what I do because they were the reason I started doing it in the first place.
This week I drop my first music video EVER. That’s a crazy thought.
Next week I drop my first full length album as a solo artist, EVER. Redux of that previous thought.
"This ain’t a picture of my life, it’s an exhibit" This is more than a snapshot of a single moment for me. This is a collection of works that represent this past year and a half. The things I’ve gone through, the thoughts I’ve had, and life as I see it living on this island that I love and hate so much.