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April 23, 2019

My brother Richard gave me his Epiphone 335, and some additional music gear. I bought Logic Pro X, and an audio interface, and cleaned up my isolation booth. Went thru a few dozen online Logic Pro X lessons to get up to speed. I’ve been grinding on finger exercises and recording patterns, and begun to arrange them into songs. My work and home life is solid. I’m allowing myself to be musically creative again, and am able to fend off the idea of it being an invitation to personal calamity. We’ll see how this goes.

November 9, 2016

This document is a vessel for artifacts of a former musician, a window into my past, and my refuge since the election. It’s not about promoting my music. It is about providing explorable digital archeology for my kids to know their father better, for friends who I’ve lost touch with, or for anyone curious about my experience with depression, creativity, and getting by in the real world.

Creativity has been a force in my life that has been a blessing and a curse. It has lifted me out of depression as much as it has lead me into it. Obsessing over the creation of art while neglecting other aspects of my life like relationships and financial stability has been a recurring theme. Since my last descent, I have come to terms with it. I am cool with being a father, a mechanical drafter, and a former musician.