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The Future Is Ours

Whether religious, DC (comics), or related to time itself, I’m a big fan of the trinity.

Once upon a time, I played in a band called Social Focus. The most consistent and gratifying description that was shared to me was, “It’s like Led Zeppelin meets U2.” That’s not an easy line to walk.

I reached out to a group of guys in northern Chicago, shortly after I started my Master’s at Northwestern in 2009. Matt Fedderman, Matt Garza, Brian Kipp, and Ben McMunn brought me into their musical fold. For the first time in my life, I was strictly the singer. It was liberating. I offered structural suggestions here and there, as we all did, but mostly I stuck to my melodies, to my lyrics.

I have been writing music since I was a teenager, but for the first time in my life, from a songwriter’s perspective, this was the first time there was a distinct separation between the lyrics and the music. I had always taken each on, simultaneously, sometimes to the degree of treating the task like a burden. It had to be me, always, all the time.

But not now. It was liberating.

I was writing lyrics as if they were prose, actual poetry.

I was liberated.

Social Focus played their final show together in August of 2013. It really is a damn shame. Our trajectory was upwards and our songwriting/playing as a band was noticeably maturing. Still, I can’t begrudge the experience for freeing me as a writer. So much so that the songs we wrote together, the lyrics that I set as poetry to their music still swirls in my head to this day. I lament the fact that I’m not actively sharing those words as I was back then.

As I said, at the beginning, I’m a big fan of trinities. In this case, my fandom lies with time. All of the lyrics that I’ve written since I joined Social Focus have dealt with a sort of temporal time travel. You talk about the past, in the present, and point to the future. There was this song we had titled “Note to Self”. I love that song. I love our arrangement. Prior to this, the lyrics haunted me. As my life progressed, and the band stopped playing, those lyrics kept coming back to me, as if they were unfinished. Finally, in the summer of 2019, as an exercise, I began singing lyrics/melodies from previous material to music that I was working on. “Note to Self” became “The Future Is Ours”.

I don’t want to give too much away, but for me and my psyche, I closed a loop, a discrepancy in my temporal psyche. I created closure and a way forward through music. Temporal time travel.

To Matt, Matt, Brian, Ben, and Alex, the future is ours. Thank you for helping me on my journey to freedom.

Forward Momentum

Always forward.

I love literature. I believe comic books are welcome in that category.

There was a series on Netflix, based off of the character, Luke Cage.

Luke Cage is a comic book character, with many comics printed before the show ever aired.

I remember the first time I heard the phrase “always forward” uttered on the show.

Always forward.

This song is a reflection of that.

There is always a crack in the ceiling,

A hole in the sky.

Your life is a mystery.

And it should bring you higher and higher.

It should get you high.

I Can Take It

I have had the same pair of leather pants since I was 18 years old.

I’m 35 now. Oh yeah, they still fit.

However, I certainly haven’t been exercising enough to wear them well enough since COVID hit. I’d probably look like that dad trying to wear his 20-30 year old tuxedo.

But you know what?

I can take it.

I can’t wait to get back into leather pants shape.

Leather pants rock.

Also, I think this song rocks.

I love rock and roll.

The Whispering Wind

I rise. Darkness falls.

It fades away.

Where am I?

I breathe deeply.

I turn inward.

I am still, moving in several directions.

I seek companionship.

I lift my head toward celestial movements.

The system is beautiful and overwhelming.

I seek comfort.

I return to the earth.

The great blue wonder.

Flowers in her hands.

Oh love that will not let me go.

Always on the edge,

Of the greatest,

And the least.

The Morning Light

It descends from dreams.

Waking questions present themselves.

“Hello. How are you? Is this a good time?”

We are living dreams, we are living in dreams, and we are dreaming existence.

Every morning begs the question.

Who are you, today?

Further questions beg answers.

Is this consistent with who you have been, who you want to be?

How are you?

Is this a good time?

I’ve been meaning to ask you.

What new role would you like?