The Night We Met

Sometimes I have moments I know I’ll remember for a long, long time. Years later, they’ll come as flashbacks, brief moments where I felt moved and perplexed by some vast array of human feels. Mostly I feel touched to connect so deeply with another human bean.

Before I’d never imagined how much certain people would mean to me. Then it was like something had cracked the casing around my heart like a nut and I was the Grinch with a heart that’d grown three sizes too big.

Déjà Vu

jfeb-12

February 12th, 2017

Staring at you from afar, I’m wondering about you / Like, where you from and who you are? / ‘Cause you a star–no, not the type that snort the white lines / I mean the type to light the night time

J. Cole appreciation post as I sing along to my J. Cole playlist.

 

Nicki Minaj

jan-14

January 14th, 2017

This that new style / With the fresh type of flow

Still experimenting with different styles, which is why my drawings are visually all-over-the-place. This one was inspired by, ah, an artist on Instagram. Content seemed relevant as hell the day I stumbled upon his profile; I’ll leave it at that.

Mellifluous

Class got cancelled unexpectedly; on the walk back, I wandered into the piano lobby. There’s a song I’ve been listening to, Vanilla Twilight, that has a really beautiful melody. It’s by Owl City, an outdated band I haven’t really listened to since I was twelve and meditating on fields and spouting things about sunsets. But the song’s stuck with me for years because it’s sad and pretty and meaningful.

So I played that by ear, and it was surprisingly easier than I thought it’d be. The song sounds rife with minor notes and I’m rustier with minor black keys (couldn’t tell you if it were sharp or flat, just that it’s some sort of minor). It was mostly major notes. Simple melody. And the chord progression was predictable, too. In retrospect, maybe that’s why I find the song beautiful over a period of time, because it adheres to the magical unsaid rules of predictable melody.

A boy named Bryan stood behind me for a few minutes while I was talking with my friend at the piano. I turned to him, figured he wanted to play. He said that he just wanted to tell me that the piano-playing was beautiful. I thanked him, and then he swiped back into the building. It was kind of him to say and made me really happy.