on why

“Why do you keep doing it?” It being: singing, writing songs, writing poetry, trying to get gigs, putting oneself out there when the indifferent world groans from the weight of over-saturation. Excuses: Look hard enough and someone, somewhere, has already voiced my thought or written that melody or used that chord progression. Someone always beats…

on duality

I woke before dawn on Thanksgiving to start my shift. By the time I logged on, a thermos of coffee had been brewed and my omelette was done. On these early winter days I prefer to sit by the sliding patio door rather than head to my basement office. While the latter would provide me…

on routine

Every day I used to leave for work and drive past a man walking his husky. It’s an equanimous vision of morning communion, out of place on potholed Quebec, out of place beside drive-through liquor stores and subsistence desperation. He was always in sweats, the dog always larger than life with haunches rolling beneath a…

on nostalgia

In which I cannot escape wasting time in coffeeshops because I cannot escape myself.

on regret

I haven’t listened to that much classical music.

What Hiking Taught Me About Singing: Movement IV

Movement IV: The Spiritual Experience I thought of the concept for this post (and the whole blog, actually) on a recent hike. A short one due to time constraints, so I wasn’t aiming to break any records. I initially intended to take a well-worn favorite path to a secluded rock formation where I like to…

What Hiking Taught Me About Singing: Movement III

Movement III: What Do We Say to the God of Death? “Not Today.” All you Game of Thrones fan, remember Arya’s “dancing” instructor, Syrio? There’s only one god, he says. The god of death. His Nietzschean flavor of Buddhism is born of the rough circumstances of his world, where life is cheap and hard. In…