somewhat of a singer, songwriter, poet, writer, dreamer, emo-boy shit. remotely acquainted with howie day, john mayer, counting crows, lyrical genius of rob thomas, sheryl crow with the occasional break of kanye west, justin timberlake, john legend and eccentric sensibilities of amy winehouse and love women like kt tunstall and sarah mclachlan, find worship when linkin park plays, believe in writers such as max lucado and michael leunig, deeply entrenched in music as an emotional language, get an intellectual high reading niche music magazines like jazztimes even though you have no idea who or what they are talking about…
still having trouble waking up in the morning mostly, or growing up for that matter, still trying to find his father, brothers, his wild soul. looks seriously too young for his age, never taken seriously. intoxicated, dancing with 1980s shoes, partying like never born again. still in love with the creator, somedays finding it hard to believe, somedays falling prey to lies and good intentions, willing to take risks outside of a safe routine, believing God is big enough for our screwed up reality…
instinctively believe there is more to life than 9 – 5 and believe this unearthly affection will find its feet someday, in movies, motion pictures, brands, movements… well, somedays i dunno what i am on about. do you? if i could just sing it to you right now, maybe you can finally tell. cos, it’s all in my head. there’s nothing clean here if that’s what you are looking for.
we are meant to be messy creatures, this humanity.
