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Some Distant Star’s Shore

In Demos,Video on January 7, 2011 by ryepdx

Well, it’s official! I’m nocturnal. I went to bed at about 12pm today after staying up all night working on that ridiculous freelance project that’s been consuming all my time and woke up about half an hour ago. Go me! :-p

I quickly recorded that video I promised you and put it up on YouTube. It’s a song I wrote which I’ve titled “Some Distant Star’s Shore” for now. (If you have a better idea for a title, let me know. I’ve kicked around a few in my head, but that was the best I could come up with.)

Okay, so WordPress is being stupid and not letting me upload my video here. You can watch it over on my YouTube channel though. Sorry for the inconvenience!

Lyrics:
I’m pushing my way to the front of the queue
I’m leaving the Earth, so finite and blue,
For the infinite inkwell of space so that I
Might make my own way out in the night sky.
For distant galaxies beckon me home
And I own I’d like to drift out on the cosmic foam
On the edge of the universe, where I was born
To make my home on some distant star’s shore.

Now it’s cold out in space;
Though my suit keeps me warm, icy veins cross my visor like lace.
And I’m faced with the knowledge my last glimpse of Earth
Might be millions of miles from the place of my birth.
And the ones that I love may be all left behind,
My ambitions may fail me, my hopes rob me blind,
But I reach all the same for I know why I was born:
I must make my home on some distant star’s shore.

What unknown brave new worlds will I see, will I find?
Will I be blinded by the darkness, lost before the harvest?
The hardest part of leaving has never been receding,
But the empty weightless sense of freedom.

All my rocket fuel was spent in my high speed escape
And my solar sails can’t even pull their own weight.
Like the last Roman sent over Hadrian’s wall,
It’s a long road ahead but I’m bound to the call.
But no field full of heather will bear my name:
It’s the stars in their courses to which I lay claim.
Though black holes may menace, though sages may warn,
I must make my home on some distant star’s shore.

Now it’s cold out in space;
Though my suit keeps me warm, icy veins cross my visor like lace.
But I’m here all the same for I know why I was born:
I must make my home on that distant star’s shore.

What do you think?

I also found out that I finally got my diploma! I was a third of a credit short from graduating last year. Turned out that though credits rounded when determining whether individual program requirements were being met, they didn’t round when determining whether you had enough credits to graduate. I managed to get my job at the time counted as field experience, though.

Have a great weekend! See you all again Monday.

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Creative Space

In Demos,Photos on December 17, 2010 by ryepdx

After returning from Portland, I still found myself unwilling to plan anything. The biggest problem, I realize now, was that I had no idea how to set about making a plan. I did, however, know how to write music, and I was aware that I needed to start writing soon. It had been nearly a week since I had left my job and I had yet to write anything.

But first I decided to act on an idea I had the night before. I had decided it might be interesting to try making headphones out of salvaged parts. In particular I had decided that the lids from the same type of tin I had used to make my condenser mic might make good earpieces. This idea sounded much better than writing because, to be honest, I was feeling rather uninspired. You know your muse is in the toilet when you find yourself asking things like “why do I write? Why does anyone write? What’s the point of writing? What should I even write about?

I ended up going to a thrift store nearby. I did not find what I was looking for, but I did find a 5” lightbulb and a bunch of really cheap Christmas lights. These, I thought, are the answer to my recent dearth of inspiration!

So I came back to my apartment, threw the Christmas lights around, and plugged in the giant lightbulb.

Now inspired, I started writing. Here’s a demo recording of what I wrote:

Creative space seems to be an important factor in determining what one creates, doesn’t it? I’ve found that I write happier songs on sunny days when I’m able to either open all the windows or go outside, and that the gloomier songs are almost always born at night or in a setting that fits the somber tone. It makes sense since the mental state of a writer is almost always directly reflected in the work they create. It’s impossible to remove this coupling, much as it is impossible to completely remove all traces of oneself from one’s work or to look at something from outside your own point of view. Everything perceived must pass through the window of the mind; it’s nonsense to assert otherwise, for it is the mind itself which perceives. No mind, no perception. In the same way, all your creative work must pass through that same window. No mind, no creation.

As writers, as artists, as people who think and create (this encompasses the entire world, for we all think and create) we must pay attention to our surroundings and the effect it has on our emotional health. We must also pay attention to our own ways of thinking, for these can have an even greater effect on our emotions, our actions, even our destiny, than our environment. How many times has a person beaten the deck which has been stacked against them? Ask anyone who has suffered abuse and then gone on to be healthy, happy, and successful, over and against the wishes of their abuser, or who has risen out of poverty.

But environment can make success harder or easier to achieve. It is a factor. It does have its effect. This is a lesson I’m finding I have to take more seriously now, for my environment is no longer shared with my coworkers. My creative environment is entirely mine. This is another aspect of the freedom I must get used to. As I’ve said in past posts, it’s exhilarating and yet terrifying. Every aspect of my success is, as of the moment I’m writing this, entirely up to me.

So I’ve got my scented candles and I’ve got my lights. I’ve got my Jonsi and my Mika and all other manner of upbeat music. It’s what I need right now, really. It’s the creative space I’ve chosen to create.

What does your creative space look like?