early morning musings. the unpaid patron.

i wrote what i’m about to share a while ago. when i popped up out of my sleep at 3 AM this morning my mind began to race. trying to make sense of the man from the museum. STILL. you know, the one that entered for free. all the intensity, none of the intentionality.

writing music has never been my thing. but the way i felt i needed to try? after spending some time with another patron, i realized there’s nothing wrong with opening a new exhibit when there’s art to share, in any form. he asked “well what are you afraid of” and i couldn’t provide a an answer. so i listened to his words and myself, and just wrote. here is what i built. much like the unpaid patron, its unfinished with no intentions for future movements. i and this song share each other cathartically but only in private. i needed the song, more than the need to try to create it.