The true beauty of a book or a song isn't in the eloquence of a sentence or the flow of a melody. It's in the way the people and places you once knew stay alive in the ink, the way that it all rushes back on tempo, at 120 beats per minute. The past stands still for a time, like fog in the air of a dewy December morning in a place far from home. For 3 minutes and 54 seconds or 266 pages, no one leaves, and no one dies. But in the end, it's the final notes, those last few pages, that are the most beautiful of all. They leave you with a sense of comfort in knowing that life changes in the blink of an eye but no matter how far you go, you can always revisit the moments you thought would see no end. The words on the page will never change and the song remains the same, no matter where you wake up the following December, or with whom.
Who am I? Where'm I from? Where've I been? What do I do?
I'm M - a creature of chaos; the kid being shushed in a half-empty library of a school whose students usually go on to win Oscars and Grammys. Music is the thing I crave most in the world, it is my be-all-end-all, my Mecca. For as long as I can recall I've been chasing a feeling which I can only describe to you as balloons floating around along the breeze, above the sea... one that only art and love can evoke. I live my life in the most beautiful way, and have been lucky enough to learn how to take my experiences - the fragments of who I was, and build an evolving mosaic. I work hard so I can play harder (i.e. go to shows with my friends and not hold back). I've met a lot of really amazing people, some you may have heard of; others… you will. I will always long for greater things, but my god, if I could live forever the way that I do now, I'd be just fine.
Recently in heavy rotation:
Listener
And The Giraffe
He's My Brother She's My Sister
This Will Destroy You
Gringo Star
BLORR
The Front Bottoms
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