MASTERKEY

I’ve spent most of my life upholding a mystery, often labeled strange and magnetic. Attention has not been so desirable to me, as it often brings more pain and misunderstanding than a sense of truly being witnessed or heard. Especially as a being, which holds such depth, being looked at in shallow light. I’m older and stronger now, less a wounded maiden. Much of that mystery was also pain, which I didn’t think I should share with others. I’ve done a lot of healing, especially in the past year in isolation. I’m ready to share my perspective and my art. I could tell you where I grew up [1] and how I came to be here [2], but I’d rather tell you who I truly am.

 

I’m speaking of myself, but trust that these are the words of my friends. I’ve been told my presence is comforting and healing, without a word. I’ve been told Angels whisper to me all day. This resonates through my music, especially the more hypnotic pieces, both sonically and lyrically. I can hold a philosophical conversation for hours or I can conjure from within the most powerful healing tool of all, a well-honed sense of humor. As serious as I can be, anyone close to me will tell you I’m composed of mostly jokes and gluten free ravioli. After all, laughter is a lot cheaper than therapy and I’m told by a credible source [3] that gluten makes your dick fly off.

 

I will never stop writing and that writing can never be tamed or forced into a structure it wasn’t meant to be. I’m an empathic sonic poet more than a musician. I write in many styles, from Late 90’s/Early 2000’s Alternative Guitar Rock to Ethereal Experimental Soundscapes. I do what I want and I’ve been told I have a recognizable voice and sound, nonetheless. That probably sounds pretentious to strangers, but I’ve worked very hard to get to know and accept myself and I’m not holding back for anyone. I also have great trust and respect for the people, who’s opinions I’m referring to.

 

Now THIS is going to come across hipster as shit, but as of now, you’ve probably never heard of me. I've never been too worried about having an audience. Not to say I’ll never do anything commercial, but it’ll still be genuine and/or hilarious...Okay, fine, I’ll totally sell out, but somebody better pay me A LOT. I kid, but the point is, for the rest of my life, I’ll write and sing and play anyway. My creative process is cathartic, though I do recognize I have consoling and inspiring abilities to share with those who are drawn to listen, no matter how few or many. You are welcome here and if you haven’t fully, I hope you find all the beauty and peace that exists within you. These songs are space for us; so together we may genuinely witness and be witnessed, love and feel loved and sometimes to be totally pissed off or to laugh or cry. Through rhythmic airwaves and rhyme, the little worlds I build are only temporary escapes, but I hope they help you regain your worth and strength, to regulate, to navigate and do the inevitable hard work of improving reality; or that they at least help you feel meaningful connection for a few minutes. Take care.

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Warmth[4],

Masterkey

 

[1] Southern Indiana

[2] A 1996 Saab 900 Turbo SE and a helluva lot of elbow grease.

[3] South Park

[4] I stole that sign-off from Björk