1. 1 year ago 

   a while ago i was asked to do an instrumental for a friend who was gonna drop it like it’s hot into a video, here’s the end result…

2. 1 year ago 
   

   did this piece of digital artwork for a song i recently composed for a friend of mine…it’s called “begin”

    
3. 1 year ago 

   this is the first video our music has been in since the release date of the record two months ago…it’s also the coolest it’s looked ever

4. 2 years ago 

   forgiveness…a judo chop

   Recently I had a friend ask me what forgiveness means to me. She needed this information, one, because I’m awesome at it, and two because she was working on something that required her to ask individuals of her choosing what it meant to them, ergo, her inquiry for me.
   
   When I first read the email I didn’t even have to really think about it, I knew what it meant, and I was prepared to blow some minds with my bumper sticker definition. But as I began to type a definition that I was so sure of, I, for the first time, felt unsure. Granted, I knew what it was, but that wasn’t the question, the question was what it meant to me, and for the first time in years I had to go back and relive those painful moments of yesteryear that I had buried underneath the definition of forgiveness, but not the process.
   
   My friend had no idea that she had inadvertently judo chopped my brain, and what ensued was a thirty minute typing onslaught that gave everyone that ever hurt me a verbal super wedgie. As the cursor blinked waiting for the next line to be delivered, I realized for the first time in awhile that forgiveness sucks. It was as if forgiving them made what they did ok, something I did not want to grant them the satisfaction of. Then I remembered Anne Lamotte and what she said on the matter that I will never forget. She so wisely stated that “withholding forgiveness from someone is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.” I was the poison drinking hopeful who wished that they could see me now and realize that I’m doing quite alright for myself, in the hopes that my mild form of success in life would drop a guilt bomb on them and they’d immediately feel like the worst person on earth. They had the power, and as an admitted control freak I realized that if I was ever going to truly be at peace with it I had to do something I didn’t want to do, apple + A + delete (sorry, control + A + delete for all you peasant windows users, you’ll forgive me for that comment, if not keep reading, you will…). In other words I had to let them win in a sense. I had to let go of the false reality that they cared, which was the toughest part, because I wanted them to. I wanted them to feel what I felt, I wanted them to hurt like I hurt, I wanted them essentially to be me. But they couldn’t be, not because I’m too much caucasian man meat to handle, but because it’s impossible for them to truly know the exact pain and heartache that I felt. Which is why for most of us, me included, we leave the process at that. Because if we’re honest, we’re probably not going to see some of these people again, and if we do, heaven forbid, we quickly scurry through the food court in the opposite direction as if the mall chinese food you just ate has made its vengeful return three hours earlier than expected, and because single ply toilet paper is a literal pain in the butt, you instead opt to see how quickly you can get home to your luscious throne complete with charmin ultra double ply goodness.

   This is one of the games I played, if thoughts of what happened came up, I quickly ran in the other direction, occupying myself with something else, something that would keep me as far away from it as I could get, never truly dealing with the situation and the pain that it had caused. Or, and this is a fun one, I would frustratingly vent to people about them in hopes to tarnish their name in that persons life. Or, and this is also fun, I would facebook compare things that I have, verses things that they had to see who had done better for themselves. Each of these things really didn’t accomplish what I had hoped, which was to feel better about it all in the end, it instead just made me angrier. I would see that he had a nicer car, or a better guitar, or that she was married now (to a tool) I kid, he probably isn’t, I just like to assume that he is so I can have some small sense of victory knowing that i’m not, I hope, and so on and so forth. I wished I had dealt with it properly sooner, and there’s something to be said for the time it takes to heal, but the chasm between healing and running is vast no matter how alike the defenses for each are, and I was running. But one thing running makes you do is get tired, and that’s exactly what I was. It had been seven years, and truth be told if I had been at a different place, emotionally, physically, or spiritually, I could have done seven more, but enough finally was enough. I can’t say what really clicked, because I don’t really know, it was just a simple question from one friend to another. But one thing I was sure of was that I could not leave my comfy chair until my legs could stand without this, and finally for the first time they could.

5. 2 years ago 

   spent a little while today working on this. it’s crazy to go back and look at stuff so many months after it’s passed, especially since it seems like only yesterday that we shot this little bit of footage. we’ve grown not only individually, but as a band, and i could not be more proud to be a part of meet the sky than i am today.

   this video briefly shows the one year journey that was the making of our newest record “wake up your heart”. if you haven’t listened to it yet, it will be available everywhere on may 11. we worked incredibly hard on it to make it sound the absolute best we could, and it is not only my hope, but the hope of the entire band, that a little part of it can mean something to you too.

   love.

6. 2 years ago 
   

   this is the front cover of the record…

   comes out in 8 days…

   couldn’t be more excited…

   (design and photography by alexa chloe villavicencio)

   myspace.com/meetthesky

    
7. 2 years ago 
   

   finally…

    
8. 2 years ago 
   

   a whole new world of songwriting

    
9. Notes: 1 / 2 years ago 
   

   in the pursuit to place into a melody words that can affect, words that can resonate, words that can bring hope, i have found that the ground is equal yet measurable between what i say and how i say it, one cannot peacefully exist without the other…they are wonderfully dependent on each other behind a mic that asks nothing more from me but my best…

    
10. 2 years ago 
    

    It’s yet to snow while I’ve been in charleston. In fact, the only time I get to see it is when we’re on the road.

    There’s something special though about waking up and seeing it in your front yard. Makes me feel 12 again…without chumbawumba playing in the background…

     

A few years ago I faked my way through an eye test by memorizing the snellen chart. A doctor finally called me out on it, revealing that my perfect vision was in fact a very imperfect 20/40. This is the vision through which my life happens, a flawed, but usable one.

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