Blog: You, Me and Everyone

I'm writing these words in the middle of a meeting at 2:55 in the afternoon, because writing, like other intimate pursuits, often occurs at random times. As I type each word, I come to care about how it will be read — about you, there, reading it, even if I'm pretending to listen to what's going on around me. Caring is scaring. It makes me want to stop right now, or spend years composing something flawlessly literate. But, like all good and worthy things, you've just got to let go and jump in headfirst. Below is the music for the [...]