I write.

I write a lot.

I don’t always write words, I don’t write everything down, I don’t even remember

everything I come up with, but I write music. I’ll score a symphony while I’m sleeping only for

it to slip away when I wake, and I’ll write a riff in the classroom and then struggle to remember

it come lunch. I write a lot of music. I write to express myself, I write when I’m happy, when I’m

sad, when I’m angry, when I’m scared.

I write to vent, to cope, to take that raging dream cloud in my skull and actually make

something of it instead of just letting it boil in my head. I’m pretty sure if I didn’t have a constant

stream of musical babble spewing from my ears I’d have lost my sanity ages ago and I’d be

swimming with Schuman in the Rhine.

Not that it’s all good music; if I wake up my parents one more time singing about water

in the shower at 2 a.m. they will most likely disown me. Among the bad though there are some

that I am indeed proud of, little snippets that I look at when I’m just stuck to remind me that

something good can come out of this head besides a couple curly hairs.

I write to create something and express myself. Nothing makes me happier than when

my notes find home on a stage or bouncing around in the heads of some friends at that party I

wasn’t actually invited to. (Sometimes a guitar makes for a very strange looking backstage pass)

I love to write, and I love to share, so why hide all my hard work? Nothing is as satisfying as the

approving applause of a crowd or the proud gaze of a friend, knowing that this thing I made

brought a little bit of happiness. It is the most amazing feeling to have as a songwriter.

I’ll always write, this I’m sure of, I’ll always write and create and share until I become

that crazy old man singing on his deathbed terrorizing the retirement home. It’s who I am; my

home is at the ivories or behind the fretboard, composing or preforming, pulling notes out of my

head trying to make them say something. No other place gives me such reassurance or

satisfaction. That’s why I write.