Hopes Only Live In The Up
The name of this blog would make a good album title. 🙂
So generally, I try to never get my hopes up, but then if I didn’t, I might lose that “child-like” excitement that overwhelms me at times and makes up a great part of who I am.
Met up with another musician and spent quite a number of hours with him. In that time, we spoke of music, touring, and other things of the sort. We both entered the meeting not really expecting a whole lot, and walked away already collaborating on music. He knows almost 9 of my songs, and I’ve partial lyrics to 2 of his. It feels too good to be true.
We spoke of many things we share in similarity without even meaning to. Then there was musical influences, tastes, and when I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water there was a tape cassette sitting on top of a pile with a song on it that inspired the tattoo that’s blasted across my chest.
Our music collides as though it were meant to be. The subject matter is very similar, and he’s willing to tour with me in October, provided he feels familiar enough with the songs.
His apartment looks just like mine would if I lived alone. Music gear, tapes, cds, etc…it is a musicians paradise with all sorts of treasures for your ears.
I’m very excited to see what things will come of this. No real expectations, just a lot of hope.
I’ve lived so long at the bottom of this well
Collecting sliver and little copper dreams
Filter through my plots of memory
It’s not too late
To catch the wind
You won’t blow by me
No
Not this time
I’ve lived so long
So long
At the bottom of a well
My skin cracks open
My heart
So many pieces pour
A shot of clarity
Is all I need
It’s not too late
To catch the wind
You won’t blow by me
No
Not this time
I’ve lived so long
So long
At the bottom of a well
My skin cracks open
My heart
So many pieces pour
A thousand wishes
Or a thousand fishes please
Before I crawl away
Could you do one thing for me?