The evening was much like a modern fairytale, all glass and light and tremors of hundreds of vocal chords warming up,
Read MoreIn songwriting, memory is a potent element. It is everywhere inside you.
Read MoreThe skipping pulse has calmed; the escape slows as we speak.
Read MoreThe music in a fever dream, skip-stumbling pulse, breath searing so sharp it feels nearly soft.
Read MoreI love capturing the essence of a person in that moment.
Read MoreI remember allegro the way I remember adagio, in my bones.
Read MoreI am not a person who gets angry often.
Read MoreToday I sat at the piano and played Chopin and felt vaguely as if I were about to cry.
Read MoreThe skipping pulse & the desperate escape are happening now.
Read MoreMuch of the time, lyrics find me and stay with me until I put them to music.
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