CD Episode 1.28.19

Long week so far, but we’re getting there! Before I went on a work trip, I whipped out the trusty Zoom H1 to record the latest episode of Creative Drive. I thought it would be a good opportunity to polish the audio and see if it held up to the Audio-Technica we’re using for the…

To-Do List on a Late Monday Night

Meal prep: Chicken in the slow cooker. Pack for out of town work trip. Scoop the catboxes. Record & upload short Creative Drive episode. Gratitude Journal/Writing My son’s about to fall asleep. I’m taking a breather before I get going on the tasks at hand. Not all Mondays are created equal, and this one has…

Revamped Creative Drive kicks off in 2019!

My 2019 days have been filled with upward stumbles in the creative department and good cheer. I hope the rest of the year follows this trend! I had the pleasure of revamping my tentative podcast experiment known as Creative Drive into a proper podcast production with the help of my awesome wife, Maddie! It’s so…

Five years.

An opportunity to transform blood, sweat, and tears into a new beginning. It’s one in the morning on the first day of the new year. This time last year, we were in dire straits and I felt I put us there. Financially and emotionally: borderline S.O.L. It was all salvageable, but worrisome enough that even…

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hair-like roots of string they had to lie still, to survive the hope of many trembling in a tempest seen from the high branches little wonders and hops instead of steps cuddle close to huddle in the end a little hide and run for cover eyes green with the currency of time delicate limbs in…

Lonely Great (62818)

The great lonely is a place you rarely hear aboutIt is the emptiness between your heart and ribcageThe stale breath of an aging roomhumming about someone else’s griefjust to feel it on its lipsThe great lonely is a great plain for sage and horseswith no one round for milesA place that does not claim youthat…

30 mph

There’s a stretch of road that leads to my neighborhood in a little town in Wyoming. As I drive through, I hear a refrain from my childhood. The speed limit is 30 miles per hour, and nobody follows it. Most people find it a perfect opportunity to step on the gas to tempt the onlooking…

March 13th, 1998.

View on Instagram https://ift.tt/2NWqDCU March 13th, 1998. During the Oscars. That was the first time I heard Elliott Smith. I was twelve years of age in a little Podunk town in Wyoming. He was just a guy with a guitar in his white suit. The music started playing and he proceeded to perform one of…

The open cave welcomes joy and everything else.

On a Friday full of freedom I sang behind the wheel The black days now behind me I look forward to the miles ahead And as the chorus left my lips and I waved at the sorrowful faces of my neighbors I rolled down the window to bathe in the careless dance of the wind…