This Just In…..

Outside

Yesterday, we tracked one more song for the record. We deemed it necessary to track it outside, with all of the birdies and the breeze. It was quite the task. I enjoyed it. I also burnt the crap out of my arms in the sun. Wonderful.

Sounds

I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours.  But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places.  Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality. 

~H.A. Overstreet-

 

I’m attempting to fill my existence with as much music as humanly possible. No matter where or what, no matter with whom or how.I just know to keep playing, that’s about all I know at this point. I don’t know how it will all look in a few short months or spanning across numerous years. But, I will always play. I truly don’t think I could function without the aspect of music in my life. It seems like all I’ve been doing has revolved around music. I’m always packing and unpacking gear, playing all over the place, recording, finishing up the record, preparing for the show. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am fully alive when  music is an aspect in my life. 

 Last night I played with an amazing friend, Zach Whiton, at a sweet soda shop in Vancouver, WA. I played the tambourine, sang sweet country drawl vocals, and even a bit of harmonica. Not my usual elements, but it was so fun. And there’s nothing like getting thrown into doing a couple of your own songs as an opener randomly. Such a good day. 

 

Camera Love

 

Yesterday morning, my new camera lens arrived upon my doorstep. I’m stoked, due to the fact that photography has been a little difficult since my other lens fell to its depressing death a few weeks ago.

Here’s some photography. I’m back in business.

Finally.

 

25 Days

I’m lacking sleep. I’m lacking in time. Every minute is gone before I even realize I need to live it. It seems that everyday, I’m trying to tell people that I’m not gone yet and talking to others that can’t wait to have me home. The phrases of “I’m not leaving yet,” to the “I’ll be there soon,” cannot seem to co-exist with each other in my mind, heart, and surroundings. Where’s the balance? Where is the harmony between the two worlds I am stuck in between? Will there be any rest for my heart until I rest upon the soil of home? Or shall every passing day purely torture my quickly transitioning existence, feeling every ring of loss and newness barring upon the bones of my restless existence. One can only pack so many boxes and tie up so many lose ends before the aspect of what is to come becomes all-consuming; the thing that does not allow my eyes and heart to rest in the quiet hours of the morning and throughout every interaction in the day.

My walls are slowly becoming bare, yet my soul is full of anticipation. The thought of all that I shall miss and the dreaming of all I shall know

The battle I face is between the memories and the possibilities.

Between the regrets and the freedoms.

Between the letting go and the holding on

In the chaos, my present seems to get lost in all of the commotion. My existence is so focused upon the decisions of my past or the opportunities of my future, that I lose sight of the minutes I face currently.

Everything around me is in a process of breaking. Whether that is in the physical realm or the spiritual realm. I’ve fixed my car far too often in these passing months. My current battle is unclogging my stubborn sink and making sure my apartment is cleaned up and spotless for the next person to grace its floors

My strength is not my own. My creativity is not my own. I can only hold onto the word and the promises of God in my passing days or I shall surely stumble. Without Christ, everything I am doing would be so worthless, so lifeless, so pointless. I am still breaking from the last season of my life, still picking up the pieces, and coming to the realization of how many times I walked away and how it effects me now in the present.

I must find the balance of my past, present, and future.

I must be willing to continue to be broken in all of the moments of transition.

And just let go.

25 days.

Be There.

 

 

My last show before I move home. Please try and be there, it would mean the world to me. 

The band has worked very hard to make this night possible. I couldn’t have done any of it without them. 

My new record will also be available for purchase. 

Anticipation

I Couldn’t Have Said it Any Better….

Unfortunately, while i’ve been able to watch incredible growth, it does not come alone.  No, accompanied by it is my old friend transition.  And as with anything that begins to move into full maturity, there comes a time when one must be willing to release, let go, and set free; and it’s quickly approaching.

Life is again about to transform; of that there is no question.  Everyone is faced with their next step, though none seem to be in the exact same direction.  Yet we seem to share the common thread of awaiting the innevitable; whether that means packing up boxes or simply trying to find the right words to simply, in our own way, say goodbye and good luck.  We hold fast to these next passing days, for soon it will all be different, there will be an empty chair where one was once occupied, a building will again become just that, and these times will slowly become stills in our mental scrapbook of memories.

Yet it is not in vain.  I’ve lived.  My God, I’ve lived.  I’ve known the best days of my life thus far, but know better still lie ahead, for me, and everyone else, even if it doesn’t include everything i’d like it to.

So here’s once again to growing, maturing, and releasing.  Never forget, but don’t look back either.

Heart………it’s ok to break this time.

-Josh Anderson- 

 

Transition

Silence. In the dead of night.
Surrounded by memories lost
Stacked and packed away
In neat little boxes
Surrounded by the things of the past
Empty in the present
With only a hope for what lies ahead.
No sleep in this soul
For my head knows not where it is to rest
And a heart that knows not what to feel,
or even to feel at all.
Whether past, present, or future
I am pulled by all that is unknown
yet grounded by the consequence of compromise.

Longing only for a place in which my feet can stand.

And my songs will once again soar.

Wanting only to be somewhere I am not,

And become someone I have not been, 

yet not leave where I have grown.
Awake in the silence that surrounds.
With only one thing that remains certain
In the chaos to the calm
In the lost and in the found …..

Change is inevitable.
And nothing endures but it.
In the hours of this morning,
I find only one thing that is whispered….

Transition.

Owen

Great record.

could you love someone enough
after all you’ve had and you’ve lost?
it’s a simple question
I’m only asking ’cause I don’t want to die alone

could you love someone completely?
and yes, by “someone” I mean me
spoiled sick like milk you let sit too long
it’s a simple question
as I lie awake waiting for you to lay beside me
I can almost hear the sad waltzes of Pietro Crespi

could you love someone who does whatever he wants to do
whenever I want to?
it’s a simple question
I’m only asking ’cause I don’t want to die alone