The Nostalgia
I've been reflecting a lot on my grandmothers and a few dear friends no longer with me and my loved ones, and a lot of my music lately has reflected that sentiment. It's been hard to escape, and has driven me from writing for a long time. Writing about death is hard.
Dealing with death has probably been the hardest thing I've had to do in my life. I'm not good at it. Maybe no one is good at it, but I feel like I'm especially bad at it. The songwriter left to instrumentals because the words are still too hard to write down, let alone sing.
This is a period of transition for me and for my music. One I am very excited about, even though writing through this particular breed of emotional muck is hard as hell.
Nostalgia can be as whimsical as it is torturous.
The Track
This is based on a piano loop I played on my irig keys pro through GarageBand all on my mobile (iPhone 6+). All parts are original and played by me.
I hope you enjoy. As always, comments and suggestions are more than welcomed. MIDI controllers + mobile devices + mobile DAW is all still new territory for me.
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You got me started on this journey, so I suppose it's fitting that yours be the first entry I am compelled to reply to (and I do me compelled: replies and comments on the web are something I am rarely motivated to participate in).
Our experiences, and more so, our reactions toward death are seemingly quite different. Instead of finding it hard to write about death, I find it soothing. Dealing with death over the years has been a disturbingly easy experience. Don't be confused, easy is not synonymous with nonchalant. I hold death in a place of reverence. Not a psychopathic obsession, mind you, consisting of some unrealistic and hypocritical worship of death. And neither is it an antiquated religious coping mechanism - an idea that "they are in a better place". It is just that, a reverence: an appreciation for the person that was, the life changing interactions they had, and the legacy that they left behind.
Sure, death holds mystery - we don't know what happens, or if anything happens when someone passes from the physical body. I tend to believe that is not the end. But, all I know - can see, touch, hear - is who that person was in life, and what they left behind for the rest of us, be it good, evil, or somewhere in that infinite grey in which we actually reside.
So yea, death is dark, but beautiful, much like the night sky in the middle of nowhere on a clear night. Never to be desired, forever misunderstood, and often mistakenly feared: death is unsettlingly magnificent; the true milestone of one's accomplishments.
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