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They say if you look hard enough, you find your way back home
If you have ever felt self-destructive, and if your brain has ever spoken to you in words of flames, then you might hear memories of yourself in Cornell.
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Cool Rocks on the beach when the water has retreated
I learned that men don’t like how I write about music, or how I write at all. One wrote me to say that I don’t write about the chords when I write about music, it’s always just about feelings.
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Like an emcee at the fever in the dJ booth
I want each of these memories to be the first time I heard the Beastie Boys because I want their history to live on the delicate lines of a thousand possible futures.
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Solve for work
There is no written word without a weary hand wielding the pen.
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Any light in any storm
The veneer of visibility as a performance is nice, and it is also nothing.
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2025 in Dad Rock
I am perfectly on time with this, which is to say I am late.
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Learning to love the ennui of release
The lesson learned in all of this is that I need to work harder on allowing myself to celebrate the victories and the little things, that I'm allowed to be here living this life.
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Lessons on the posture of giving a shit
there is some power to be found in loudly and emphatically giving a shit where people can bear witness to it.
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Tramps Like Us
There should be a German word for having never wanted something, but needing it to feel good all the same.
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The road from home
I’m home, and I did not plan to be here
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To recreate us
I love a song about the earnest failings of youth, because these are the years it is safest to fail.
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and the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
I am nothing if not open to being called to action in order to write a meandering blog post on something I actually have a lot of thoughts about but wanted to spare you a diatribe.