a shadow tilts its head at me
we were reading Gerard Manley Hopkins in literature class. his time-worn, enchanting metaphorical verses, richly ‘twined with religious and spiritual themes, is the very stuff that speaks to my soul. I was sitting at the kitchen table, elbows out, in the house of the little boys that I babysit. they had been asleep for many… Continue reading undulation
he was only 17 when he wrote this, a lonely cry to God that he recorded and produced himself in his parent's basement. over 10 years later, this song has been on 3 albums, has ended hundreds of shows, and continues to inspire and impact millions upon millions of people. just listen, and maybe it… Continue reading trees
06/09/19 the stage went black and the cheering of thousands of ecstatic banditøs was ear-splitting. that didn't stop you from adding your own voice. the moment we had all been waiting for was here - the curtain fell dramatically from the ceiling and the bass began booming. the flaming car slowly rose from beneath the… Continue reading :.:in trench i’m not alone:.:
last night was columbus night 2 - the final stop of the bandito tour. and wow, has it been a ride. this era will be legendary. with 95+ shows all around the world i can't even begin to list the iconic things things that have taken place since the end of the hiatus last summer… Continue reading :.:in trench i’m not alone | a prologue:.:
Ruby - a song lost to most of the world but so wrenchingly beautiful that those who know it keep it close to their hearts - like the precious gem it is. Don't be alarmed ... it takes a while for you to see beyond the dark, pulsing melodies, the desperate screaming, the seeming bitterness… Continue reading you’re an angel fallen down
I'm sitting outside on the deck of the third floor of our hotel. It's completely dark outside ... except for the scintilla of lights winking across the 7x21 mile landscape. "lost without you" is playing in my ears and I feel the wind brushing over my shoulders as the piano climbs into my mind and… Continue reading on sky and star
starry starry night She covered her head with her hoodie and rushed past them, the dam of her emotions bursting and overflowing into glistening drops falling fast down her cheeks. A blast of cold air shocked their lungs and stung their faces as the door slammed shut, and then all was silent inside. But outside… Continue reading starry starry night
the flood. 