How, even in times of sorrow, the music holds strong. How it always carries us through the storm.
Read MoreThe raw song itself is like the narrative, and the production is like pictures that help tell the story.
Read MorePolished china and an array of delectable pastries, the gazebo and rose garden, a small orchestra playing classical music.
Read MoreThe evening was much like a modern fairytale, all glass and light and tremors of hundreds of vocal chords warming up,
Read MoreIn songwriting, memory is a potent element. It is everywhere inside you.
Read MoreThe skipping pulse has calmed; the escape slows as we speak.
Read MoreThe music in a fever dream, skip-stumbling pulse, breath searing so sharp it feels nearly soft.
Read MoreI love capturing the essence of a person in that moment.
Read MoreI remember allegro the way I remember adagio, in my bones.
Read MoreI am not a person who gets angry often.
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