I’ve written and edited a small EP, which is currently up on Bandcamp. It’s flawed, imperfect, and a very humble beginning for me.
I began teaching myself the ukulele last March, the guitar this last September, and only grew into my voice a year ago. I’ve played around with composing on the piano for years, but it’s only been recently that I started writing songs. It used to be that my music would only express those thoughts and feelings that were wordless—translating them into lyrics was and is a hard process, but also a wonderful one.
Every song has started out as a poem, usually jumping off from one single line, slowly growing into something of its own. The EP is called In The Dust, and the songs are: David, As It Seems, My Poor Foolish Heart, The Snow, and Good December.
It’s terribly exciting and frightening that they’re out there for anyone to listen to, when only my family and close friends have heard me play! I am so conscious of all the mistakes I can hear, the off-key notes and places of awkward playing. But the point of my putting this online is not for me panic over what I did wrong, it’s to share what I feel honestly and begin something.
This is part one of my anthology.
