Today is my birthday.
My birthday falls on the first day of the year, the day when everyone is hopeful, bright-eyed, staring down the barrel of the future with a fire in their hearts and holding onto the thought that this year, they will do better.
They will be better.
The fact that my birthday falls on this day, I am filled with these sentiments a thousand-fold. Every moment that passes on this day is some sort of symbolic portent of things to come, a tiny prayer for how I wish the following year to unfold.
It is usually partnered with the urge to flee to some different somewhere, far from anything familiar.
To surround myself with things so foreign, the proximity itself invites change.
Tonight, I am ensconced in David Mack’s attic in Portland, after a day wandering this mostly alien tiny city. Casting an eye to the future.
In the last few hours of today, I want to share with you the first song of the year, for me.
You can listen to it here:
I started this song of February last year, and took it into the studio last June, and then again in November. It was worked and re-worked, written, destroyed, rearranged, and put back together.
Most of me wants to do things faster, finish things faster, but I am probably prouder of this song than I am of anything I’ve done.
I hope you like it as much as I do.
with all the love I have,