Holding Doors Pulling Out Chairs
I had never picked up a guitar until three years ago when i got my heart broken. Back then I was living with 6 other guys in a house so there wasn't a lot of room to "talk about it". i don't blame them, they're guys. So my outlet at the time was a journal and a pen. My escape was a coffeeshop down the street. I would write about everything. Soon after, somehow those journal entries became melodies, and those melodies became songs. I guess when something bigtime happens in my life I have to write about it, and for the first time those writings came out in music -- that was how i began to express what i was going through. That year was crucial for me. I learned a lot about love, i found this new passion in music, and I met my best friends. Things were good, except I was still in love with the girl who i was singing about, but she had no idea. I had to tell her, but we hadn't talked in months. One night in early summer I got the guts to pursue her again. She turned me down. Once again i was back at the coffeeshop filling the pages. The whole story takes a few big turns later down the road, but this album only covers that first year. So then two years ago i scrounged up enough money to buy a Laptop and a cheap microphone. I moved all my clothes out of my closet and turned it into my recording studio. On a super low budget I got all the gear i needed, a bunch of instruments i bought on eBay, and threw those songs together and called it an album. These are the first songs i ever wrote. It has taken a while to release them, but it's crazy how the story worked out -- because today these songs are holding the same meaning as they did three years ago. And i still scribble it all in my journal.
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