I am trying to shift perspective - what are things to lean into and avoid to sound more like me, rather than what am I doing wrong that keeps me from sounding like someone else.

Trying to avoid bad phrasing: if you are making music alone and layering tracks, try listening to the other tracks like you are playing with people playing them beside you and not just playing something that fits the rhythm and the scale. Same thing, different perspective, all about the 👂👂👂.

Whenever someone tells me they can't sing there's almost always one person in their school or church or someplace people should know better who shut them down quickly and forever.

Please never discourage a kid doing something artistic, don't tell them they can't sing or draw or dance. An encouraging word can mean everything. Don't short circuit joy... Support and nourish it.

It's worth getting a little calibration microphone for your phone or tablet so you can get some idea of the typical SPL at your listening position, and you can kind of get a ballpark with your headphones too. Know what it feels like to mix at 65 dB vs. 80 so you can take care of your poor ears.

On an open Leuchtturm journal on a blank page, on a wooden table, next to a black and gold Kaweco Dia 2 pen and a Kaweco Student 20's Jazz with brown cap, cream body, and gold trim is a capped Asvine p30 fountain pen with a faux bronze finish except for the clear body that is filled with a red ink.

The Asvine p30 fountain pen is growing on me. At first I found the nib kind of imprecise and skatey, but it's writing better with time and still looks great after 2 and a half years. It was $27.99 USD on Amazon.

Some of mine didn't make it here, I just recently had to decant into bottles from Amazon, half of which were also broken.

I won't say whether I think it's better than Star Trek but Raumpatrouille is really well-photographed.

How can I be expected to remember my sex at birth? I hadn't even eaten yet.

I love how in morning and evening in PDX there are all these sidewalk cats guarding their yard and saying hello.

I hate looking at pre-transition photos of myself. I hate looking at early transition photos of myself too, defined as any photo I took from 5 minutes ago on back.

That very same.

I noticed a guy writing a card at a cafe and wanted to tell him I had a fountain pen with colored ink if he wanted to use that, but I didn't want to seem like Clippy.

It's kind of cool that there are a lot of little music studios around PDX. I overhear conversations that are much more interesting than people talking about startups and cryptocurrency.

But it makes me remember how uncool I am.

Holy shit I LOVE that description, exactly what I'm going for.

I tried to go back to my Cherry MX Clears and it just wasn't happening. I think when I got them I was trying to match the pressure of the Model M (which is dumb because I have plenty of those).
But now I like linear thocky keys like everyone else. It's like Cherry MX Blacks on a Wyse all over again.

Tinnitus is driving me nuts, taking a break from making music. There's enough out there. But how to stay creative? Write a book?

Or just take a break, go outside, make some memories to sing about.

Feel free to DM me

Once I played a girl-and-guitar show at a bar and no one bothered to tell me one of my fake eyelashes was half attached. I guess they thought I was doing some kind of clockwork orange thing?

When I think back on who I used to be, I am embarrassed by my foolishness.

Now, several minutes later, I think I've really matured.

Use hearing protection now so when you are older you don't inadvertently make mixes that hurt your dog.

Wow, first this, and then Big Trouble In The Hundred Acre Wood.

I really have no idea why I have 699 followers. Is it because I make music or because I am a smartass?

I can see my listener stats, so I don't think it's the music. I don't have any stats on my smartass-ness, so...

I guess 699 isn't a lot. It might mean I am actively shunned, really.

I just bought it, we'll see how far I get in a week! I was still 3rd in line at the library.

I'd share my calendar with you but it feels too forward and intimate, we haven't even traded mix tapes yet.

My brain DJs weird mashups all day.

"Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby
You said you'd be coming back this way again baby

It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up..."

Planar magnetic headphones are weird.

I haven't had alcohol in nearly a couple of years, and I really don't miss it. It never did me any favors. If alcohol has ever been a poor companion and you don't really know why you drink, I invite you to put it away for a while.

Existence is nuts and you need your wits about you.

I think a lot about Angela Featherstone in the 1994 Full Moon picture "Dark Angel : The Ascent".

I still dream of Orgonon.