This was the first piece of my music I put up on the site back in Spring, 2017. That was a tough time. I remember slaving over this one, an axe to grind. Even still, it needs some more polish…but I haven’t been back to it since. Because it was a grind. A regurgitation, emotionally and creatively; like being knot-throat-thoughtful and impetuously kicking a trashcan over at the same time. When I had the project done, or all done but the mastering, I was different. Less disoriented. A little stronger. A half-inch taller. On my legs. I could feel it. And that was enough; it was the stair I needed. Consequently, that’s where I left it…
Simply because there’ve been other stairs.
But I do recall the sharp edges in my heart at that time, and I can hear it in my own composition even now…going on 3 years later. In it, there’s a static spark of real experience that gooses the hairs on the nape of my neck. A torrent of memories: stutter-swift, sharp and snickering into shadow. A brier and bramble; all the goat-headed stuff I was trying to get the hell out of. This song is literally what it sounded like as I fought my way to some higher ground in the half-light and fog of a beat-to-shit heart. It’s regretful. But it’s angsty.
And it’s not a masterpiece. It’s not particularly great, for that matter. It’s just a piece of music. But it is a piece of me.
And, if I’m to believe myself lately, having grown far beyond even the momentary speed-bump that produced this song, then that’s worth sharing. Again.
MORE ORIGINAL MUSIC on WINDSTREWN:
On Jovian Clouds: https://windstrewn.com/2018/04/09/on-jovian-clouds-2/
Kibo’s Dream: https://windstrewn.com/2019/01/03/kibos-dream/
Lake Ransom: https://windstrewn.com/2018/04/24/lake-ransom/
Poetry: Shapes In The Clouds