I'm a songwriting, music playing, wanna-be warrior poet from in Canada. Every month I'm going to come out with two videos for a new original song, or poem, or maybe some pieces of the novel I'm finishing up. Who knows?
So far I've been playing music in a bunch of bars at all levels of dinginess. While it can be amazing fun, I keep thinking that there must be a better way of getting art out than yelling it over drunken pickup lines. I'm hoping this site will help me mainline my music and words to those of you who are going to listen, care and share, without having to follow the whims of the "industry."
And that's how we get to you. Because I know there are art-loving, kind, smart, supportive people out there just looking to find something that's tailored to them, and that they actually connect with.
So here's how I'd love to do it:
I want to give everything that I make away for free. All of it. The videos, music, poems, stories will come up on patreon first, and then they will go out to the great wide world, on my website, youtube, wherever. If you don't want to pay that's fine, as long as you listen I'm happy.
But I still need some support, to pay for the recording, writing, filmmaking, touring, everything. Your support is going to help me dedicate more time to creating this content and to being an all-around happier person.
I make honest music for people who actually listen to the songs they are playing. If you come along I promise you'll get to see all the gory details!
I love listening to people like John Legend, Tallest Man on Earth, Ben Harper, Jack White, and Hawksley Workman and mixing in almost any genre, including folk, rock, rap, jazz, and spoken word.
Of course, covers are always good fun as an extra, so if you have any requests throw them my way and I'll try to oblige.
I love writing poetry, songs, and stories. But, I suppose the best way to show you is, well, to show you, so here's a sampler size:
It's Only A Chair - An Essay on Remembrance
It’s only a Chair, and it sits there in the middle of the room for weeks without anyone to come and claim it.
It’s off kilter, a spindle, the left-most of a would be foursome, is missing. The only markers of its being gone are the unequal distribution of the other three and a small splinter of woodlodged in the bottom of its spindle hole. It seems lonely, even though it’s beside Linen and Closet.
They used tobe happy together, Linen and Chair. Some would even call it love, though they’d be sure to keep their distance when anyone was watching. And then, well, Linen was always getting back together with Table. Still, she would sweep across Chair whenever the wind blew, and even the old lady occasionally sitting between them couldn’t spoil their fun.
It’s not that way anymore. Now there are lines drawn. They were put there by lawyers years ago, but are only now rearing up like quarterback’s arms to take these little pieces of happiness, these little memories, and sell them to pay their fees.
It is far too early to say, now, who will be the winner, and moreover, whether there will be a spindle or a stitch left when one is decided. To think how it might have continued but for the woman’s off-spring coming, for the first time coming, to pull them apart to their own corners, to pile them on poor Mr. Chesterfield, and to nametag them.
Linen is the oldest, she’s seen three generations of hands, and 5 manners of washing, and she’s still as beautiful as the day she was stitched. Now she’s stuffed in Closet, not even folded. Now she’s waiting to be sold and recycled, because nametag wants the money.
Nametag wants the money so he can sponsor a sports arena with Nametag on it, or to fund a seldom useful, but widely known charity, or to take down the presidency, or to lift up a presidency, or to find an Age-old-but-constantly-pervasive secret to having tight abs and a firm chest without putting in any work.
Because what is an heirloom if not an asset to be sold?
And what use is an inheritance if not a way to get your own nametag remembered?
If you've made it through all that writing, then thank you so much. Even that is appreciated more than you'd imagine.
Until next time,