change everything.

Oh, here you go.

It’s a song.

I wrote it recently and so far, have only played it for my pop. He seemed to like it very much. But he seems to like most of what I do. It’s the things that I don’t do that he seems to not like as much. Like when I don’t vacuum my room. And when I don’t turn off the fan in the bathroom when I leave. Something that I haven’t forgotten to do in a very long time, you’re welcome, pop.

Oh, but this song. It’s called change everything. It’s about art and my perspective and how important the act of making art is to me. It’s about how the world isn’t black and white; I’m sorry, it’s not. And part of that realization has helped me understand that people can do terrible, hurtful things to each other and still love each other. That the two aren’t mutually exclusive, though to hurt someone isn’t exactly being loving, don’t get me wrong.

But we are all many different layers and complexities and yes, let’s try to keep it simple, please, but let’s also realize that sometimes we’re trying our best just to give each other the benefit of the doubt even though the last guy was a total douchebag. And sometimes we’re learning how to walk and we stumble and we fall down and as we do, we accidentally hit each other on the way to a hard landing on the ground. Or maybe it’s not an accident. But either way, not much is black and white when it comes to our hearts and our responses and our views. When it comes to us.

And so here I am. I respond to life by making art and it helps me immensely. I am not sure if that is selfish, but I am sure it’s necessary.

Oh, and I am aware that I do some strange things when I sing. Like hand gestures. But what are you gonna do, I guess.