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We're performing the song and it's like, everyone's jaw is just kind of dropping. At 15 years old, his male Mariah dream was starting to come true. Īt Fort Hayes, I was a dancer, and Austin was a singer. Is that as a song title? Uh, it could be catchy right? Eh, I think the Zillennials would like that. And so when I was visiting to be with family, I also went to see him. What up, boo boo? Hiiii! You came to meee!Īustin still lives in my hometown, Columbus, Ohio. And when I was too afraid to perform, he would encourage me to get outside my comfort zone. I would encourage him to do his homework when he didn't want to. We saw each other every day, in math class, at lunch. We would dance down the streets, rehearsing pieces that we would later perform in front of the whole school. We played theater games together, did free writes. I went to a public alternative performing arts high school, and so did Austin. It's a giant tower, made of this bright red brick that you can see for miles. And I look to my left and see a building I've known for a really long time. I'm driving on a highway in my hometown, Columbus, Ohio. So that song was probably the beginning of like, okay, I want to be the male Mariah! I'm up in the homeownerís loft, and I have my um, my Walkman and I just play Always Be My Baby on repeat for the entire one and a half hour duration of that gathering. So I remember specifically a, a night, an evening, where I'm at a Buddhist meeting, and I'm kind of still young at this point. And that's Always Be My Baby, written by the Queen, Mariah Carey herself. There was one song in particular, that to this day, is my favorite song in the entire world, no matter the situation. Then in fifth grade, Austin was introduced to a singer who would transform him forever. And that, that was me making songs at that point. And music is just maybe more of a distraction than anything else, because I can grab my little two-pound karaoke machine with the attached microphone cord and a blank cassette tape and just belt my little heart out to whatever's on my mind. Um, so it's just like a lot of stuff that's going on for a seven, eight-year-old. Um, my mom actually comes out when I'm seven as lesbian, because she didn't even realize it til then. Parents, you know, didn't weather the storm or whatever their marriage was, at one point. I think music served the role of therapist, because I'm an only child. When things got tough, he reached for it. Throughout his childhood, music was like a cozy blanket. And I would just sit up under the table sipping on a Shirley Temple and then fall asleep listening to jazz music. So my earliest memory of being surrounded by music, I was probably three-ish? My dad was in a band in Dayton, Ohio, called the Kim Kelly band. That's how Austin's love for creating songs started. Īs Austin is singing this song, I'm trying to imagine him as a kid, running around with one of those plastic toy boombox recorders, the one with the microphone. Like, it's just like getting ready for school like. Alarm rings, hit snooze twice, get up late and take a shower, cold as ice. You're listening to Snooze, a podcast about things people put off, how they conquer them, but more importantly, how they conquer themselves. We're gonna finish writing, recording vocals, and get it out into the world. I've been sittin' on finishing those vocals and even some of the lyrics for a good year, year and a half. Even when that song, like Feel the Flame, is pretty close to being done. It's called Feel the Flame.īut he hasn't finished a song in two years. Okay, so there is a song that I began, I think it was 2017. I grew up listening to his words, his melodies. And this song I'm listening to is from high school. Austin has always been a singer songwriter. We grew up Buddhist and even went to the same performing arts high school. And then your song comes on! I was like, Yo. I put this uh, CD in my- I guess on rotation, and I forgot it was in there and I literally uh, was looking for something to play 'cuz my iPhone to my car doesn't work anymore. But if we got on the phone, we would pick up exactly where we left off. Is this our- Is this is our song? Oh, so funny.Īustin is one of those people who I could go years without talking to. But I felt compelled to sing this voice memo message to my dear friend, Austin. I don't want to walk through the rain without knowing that I'm headed home.
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