No More I’s Capitalized… Just the You’s.

So just a bit of news:

I’ve decided that before I start on my next full-length album, “Red Queen World”, I’m going to work on a different kind of project - the likes of which I’ve never done before.

I’m calling it Spare Oom EP, and if you’ve read a certain set of children’s books by C.S. Lewis, you probably might be able to guess that there will be seven songs on this EP, each representing or going along with one of said books.

I’m currently reading Dawn Treader, (which was my favorite last time) and that means that I’ve already done 4 songs. I’m very excited about this project, because I’m sort of proving to myself that I can make myself write specific given topics if I try hard enough.

Well, I guess I’ll tell you the songs so far:

1. Jokes and Justice (Behind Closed Doors)
2. Just to Hear Your Name
3. Keep on Running
4. World Turned Wild
5. Time to Fly
6. Rescue Me

So yup, there it is, all out on the table! I’ll try to post updates as they come along.

…disappointing people. Even if they’ve disappointed you more.

…looking down on me….

I’m pretty sure I would have given up custody.

Okay….

So I just realized that some people actually read this blog, so I want to make a couple things clear:

When I started writing this, I mainly did it because I needed a place to write everything down in a place where I couldn’t lose it. Haha. I used to use notebooks, but am sad to say that many of the things I had written that I wish I still had have disappeared along with the shiny rings and the hard plastic covers that kept them.

So, I realize that there are a few things in different blogs that almost anyone but me would be able to understand. If there’s any confusion, I’m sorry. I’m mostly just writing for myself, and therefore in some places, I might be the only one who knows what I’m talking about… Haha.

Okay…

Just wanted to clear that up!

I think I’ll sign this post….

Sincerely,

Blake

I don’t care what you think. If you read this, and you think I’m crazy, or having delusions of grandeur, so be it.

Before, I have described how I felt. On the edge of something big. About to burst with anticipation from a deep yearning, a calling, a voice that deep down is saying, “No one is ready for what you’re going to do.”

Now, the feeling is becoming more and more clear. There’s something BIG in store for me. Very big. I would never, ever claim to be a prophet, or even claim  that prophets could exist in this age, but it feels like I need to step up and do something like that. It’s like I’m supposed to step out and do something that no one has ever done before. It seems like I’m just out of reach from the specifics, but everything I do, my dreams, my deep feelings of purpose, push me toward those details. Someday, I know I’ll figure them out.

No, I’m not talking about my music. This is something bigger than any ministry in music.

But, maybe I am delusional. Maybe I’m just buzzed off of the fumes of childhood heroism. Maybe I just cling to the fantasy of ’saving the world.’

But, is it out of one person’s reach to save the world?

I’m guessing you can reach pretty far if your hands are nailed to stretch you out.

I’m in a block.

It could be my arms. Maybe I’m clogged at the shoulder, the elbow, the wrist.

Maybe the pathways to my pencil won’t open.

Whatever the problem is, I know that my core is still working. I feel how I might usually feel, but there is a blockage somewhere, I’m sure. The feeling’s not able to escape like it normally does.

What if it’s like a clogged artery? Will I have a heart-attack? Will I need a transplant?

What if it’s like a breach in the underground railroad? Will they be captured once more? Will I be found out?

Maybe it’s like a traffic jam. The only way is to wait.

Maybe it’s like a confused coin machine. It’s going to take some sorting out.

Or maybe, just maybe, it finally broke loose and spilled onto this keyboard underneath my fingers now.

Better now than later.