The great thing about talking to people from your past, they remember who you are. Their memory is never perfect, nor is it fully intact. Instead it’s snippets and fragments of who you were. I reunited with one of my best friends from high school, and he carried with him more than just memories:
That’s me at nineteen. We were making music in our teens, unmotivated by anything else but ambition and ourselves. If I could do this, then, imagine what I am capable of now.
This was recorded during first major heartbreak as a teenager. I wrote an entire songbook full of lyrics over that girl. This is not my first heartbreak, nor will it be my last. In fact, I tend to produce my best work in the wake of heartache. I’m on the verge of something great. I can feel it.