January 22, 2019 in Not Feeling Super Duper, Now or Never

The Climb

Two weeks of climbing out of the hole. Just when I could feel the warmth of light on my face, I lost my footing and tumbled downward—the bulk of my progress suddenly gone in an instant. Barely holding on to the last edge as the cold rocky bottom eagerly beckons me. I can feel it’s pull. As if it controlled gravity itself.

My arms are tired. My body is battered and worn. My breath is heavy. My spirits low. As I grip the ledge with whatever strength is left in me, it seems all too easy to let go and return to the unforgiving ground below. It now seems like a haven compared to these jagged walls. I can hear them whisper, “Just let go.” I feel myself entertaining the thought but despite the deceitful comfort it offers me, my heart speaks louder. It tells me to push onward. It reminds me of the reasons why I had tried to climb out of the pit in the first place. There was only darkness, fear and slavery waiting for me at the bottom. It reminded me that everything I ever wanted was outside of this hole that had swallowed me long ago. I could feel the hate in my heart for this prison that has caged me for so long. It motivates me to climb again. Even though my strength is borrowed. Even though I can’t see the light. Even though fear tries to grip me and the familiar calls me back. The fighter in me longs for freedom. Longs to taste the world outside the darkness. To smell the green grass and gaze at the blue open skies. To move freely without the jagged walls to confine me. To breathe fresh air once again. To feel alive.

So now, I battle with myself in my head as I dangle just above the bottom. Will I find the strength to climb yet again? Or will I fall back to the bottom as I always have? Time will tell and it won’t be long.

January 5, 2019 in Not Feeling Super Duper, Strange feelings overtake me

The Battle Within

Medieval battle pressing onward

It’s been raining for months. I see it when I look out my window. I see it when I close my eyes and look inside myself. I wait eagerly for the sun. I long for its warmth and its herald of hope. A gentle reminder that the storm can’t last forever. Alas, as the weather outside competes for my sense of being, so do I struggle to outlast the storms that rage within me. Must I endure them simply by holding on for dear life? Or do I somehow have power over this madness?

Without a doubt, there is this part of me that believes I have the power to shape my reality. My fate is not sealed. It is instead the product of my thoughts, feelings, and decisions and perhaps, some supernatural force which I cannot explain but can harness. I seem to fight onward for that which I believe exists but I have not yet seen. Perhaps something like faith in what I hope will transpire. In the midst of battle though, I look around and see the carnage of the battlefield. The skies are grey. The enemy seems to grow fiercer. In these moments I can only ask myself what I am fighting for. I cannot see it now. It seems so far out of reach, as if it was never there in the first place. Perhaps it wasn’t. After all, I could only ever feel it but never taste it, smell it or touch it. These surroundings cause me to lose hope and I retreat back into the very lands I am trying to escape from. I retreat to the safety of the familiar even though this treacherous homeland has betrayed me. I know there is no refuge here—that it is a barren wasteland—yet I always seem to return to this point defeated and dismayed.

I can’t help but wonder, if I had not looked at my surroundings on the battlefield and despaired but instead, pressed onward in faith, that the land I sought was merely on the other side of this battle—that if only I had pressed on just a little longer, I would finally arrive in this “promised land”. Until the day I push onward without looking behind me, I may never know. I struggle to understand why it is so hard to make this push.

I wish I didn’t feel so deeply. It has always made it so difficult to process life. Everything brings such emotion—such overpowering, all-encompassing emotion. Whether it be good or bad, it is no less terrifying and this powerful ability to feel has dominated every aspect of my life since long before I even realized this to be true. All I want, all I crave—all my heart aches for is freedom from such things—for peace and quietness like the flow of a gentle stream, in the bed of a forest kissed by summer’s warmth. To sit next to the water and watch it meet the shore like two old friends who have been reunited after years apart. It is the calming of my inner world that I seek most in life as this inner world seems to shape my outer one. So now I wonder what I could accomplish if I become the master of the universe within me. Would I then be the master of the universe outside of me?

I once feared change but now, it is all I crave. Not in the way that I once thought it had to be. I thought I needed to change my outer world to reach that which I desired but the truth was that I needed to change within. As time goes on, I learn more and more that everything begins inward out and not outward in. I ache to break free of the way that I’ve felt. I hate how emotion can dictate my life. Entangled in this ocean of feeling also harbors the web of fear, pain, and addiction that hides in the depths. It masks itself to hide its true identity from me but I know it is there. I can feel the whispers of these shadows and the deception on their breath. They do not want me to reach the promised land. They do not want me to change. They only want me to succumb. They want only to see my demise. Their words often sound like comfort, if it not for the alarm within my soul that lifts the veil and reveals these monsters for what they really are.

I’ve been slipping these past weeks. I can feel my grip loosening. I fear that I am falling back into that which I have tirelessly tried to escape. Despite that, I can still feel the fighter within me. Always restless and never satisifed until the battle is won. No matter how many defeats or retreats, this spirit pulls me from the slums of despair and breathes hope of the promised land into every bone of my body. Sometimes it reanimates me while other times, it is simply not enough. Regardless, as long as this fighting spirit is within me, I have a chance. Tonight I have failed, yet again and right on cue. I thought I saw victory for this day but it was only an illusion and a reminder of how weak my resolve must have been. I can only hope my fighting spirit visits me again tomorrow and together, as allies, we try again to fight for the promised land.

December 15, 2018 in News

Avril Lavigne – I’m With You Cover

Avril Lavigne and Brandon Krogel

My latest cover song.

I really have to get into the habit of updating more. I haven’t been up to a whole lot lately in terms of creating. The daily grind is taking up all my time. I’m sure plenty of you can relate to that one! Either way, I definitely wish I had more time to devote to creating new content. Hopefully we’ll reach that point eventually. In the meantime, just gotta keep chugging along.

So my latest cover that I’ve been working on is I’m With You by Avril Lavigne. Despite the fact that this song came out in 2002, it was a favorite of mine back then and it still remains a favorite of mine today. I honestly have huge respect for Avril Lavigne. She has an incredible singing range and she’s been on the scene for almost two decades. Watching her start off in the teenage angst of pop punk and then move onto her most recent material—which reflects sophistication and an element of maturity—it’s been exciting to watch her music evolve over the years. 

Avril Lavigne I'm With You Cover

If anyone knows me, they know that the early 2000’s produced some of my favorite music and really set the foundation for the music I would come to enjoy and the style in which I would write in. Everything from much of the pop music at the time, all the way to the screamo/emo/scene music that was popular during those days—I really identified with that period of music and as such, that’s why you’ll see a lot of these old school tracks turning up in my covers.

Anyways if you were ever a fan of I’m With You by Avril Lavigne then I hope you enjoy this cover. If you have any suggestions for what covers I should do next, give me a shout and let me know!