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（图片转发自 @lilylvmichael）
There is a somber glow emanating from all things, like sunlight through the belly of an afternoon storm cloud. When people fall, I see the coming of strength. And when they reach great heights, I see the precarious ledge on which they stand. When I look at a flower, I see its birth, an unremarkable seed, I see its vibrant glory as a barely legal, perfumed temptress, and I see its old age as the petals curl, fall, and dry to a crisp. To me, no moment in its life is more beautiful than another, for it is the cycle as a whole that is so seductive. There is no good without bad. There are no precious moments without dull ones. That’s why I can’t help but to see beauty all around me… In birth, in death, in love, in anger, in achievement, and in loss. All of these things are notes in the symphony that is life.
Every heartbreak has a melody. Every laugh has a rhythm. Music is the language of emotion, and ever since I can remember, I’ve been able to speak it. It started from having a long history of musicians in our bloodline. Then as a child, I absorbed the folk songs and Irish slip jigs my mother performed in her various groups, and the Joni Mitchell and James Taylor she played on vinyl. I remember singing haunting hymns in church with my dad, and dissecting the rich harmonies of his barbershop quartet, getting off on the tension from the dissonance and relief in the resolve. In the mid 90s,I would do anything to get my hands on the good shit, no matter the genre. I’d steal my older sister’s Nirvana and Fiona Apple CDs, and sneak into smokey jazz clubs just to be awed by the musicianship. Somewhere along the way, I discovered the genius of Eminem and Radiohead, and more recently Bon Iver and Kendrick Lamar. My influences have been eclectic, to say the least.
From the woods of Wisconsin, to the concrete jungles of LA and New York, to the coast of Oregon, and now the mountains of Utah, the ups and downs of my life’s journey have been a conduit to my creativity. What once was just a dream, performing as a child at my piano in the living room for and audience of couch pillows, became a reality when I sang on the Grammy stage. From recording albums with my mom from the age of 6, to recording songs with many of my idols, my musical existence thus far has been blessed with a lifetime of exciting adventures. But the road has not been easy. As many times as I’ve scaled new peaks, I’ve been misled and swayed by the temptation of shiny objects, losing my footing and falling off course. But without adventure, how would we know what we’re capable of? Somehow my heart always finds its way back to the path that suits me best, and with more distinction and certainty. You will hear this on the new album. It’s the most authentic collection of songs I’ve ever written. These two are meant to scratch the surface, while the rest wait rife with anticipation to sink deeply into your bones.
。首先先发全文（图片转发自 @lilylvmichael）
There is a somber glow emanating from all things, like sunlight through the belly of an afternoon storm cloud. When people fall, I see the coming of strength. And when they reach great heights, I see the precarious ledge on which they stand. When I look at a flower, I see its birth, an unremarkable seed, I see its vibrant glory as a barely legal, perfumed temptress, and I see its old age as the petals curl, fall, and dry to a crisp. To me, no moment in its life is more beautiful than another, for it is the cycle as a whole that is so seductive. There is no good without bad. There are no precious moments without dull ones. That’s why I can’t help but to see beauty all around me… In birth, in death, in love, in anger, in achievement, and in loss. All of these things are notes in the symphony that is life.
Every heartbreak has a melody. Every laugh has a rhythm. Music is the language of emotion, and ever since I can remember, I’ve been able to speak it. It started from having a long history of musicians in our bloodline. Then as a child, I absorbed the folk songs and Irish slip jigs my mother performed in her various groups, and the Joni Mitchell and James Taylor she played on vinyl. I remember singing haunting hymns in church with my dad, and dissecting the rich harmonies of his barbershop quartet, getting off on the tension from the dissonance and relief in the resolve. In the mid 90s,I would do anything to get my hands on the good shit, no matter the genre. I’d steal my older sister’s Nirvana and Fiona Apple CDs, and sneak into smokey jazz clubs just to be awed by the musicianship. Somewhere along the way, I discovered the genius of Eminem and Radiohead, and more recently Bon Iver and Kendrick Lamar. My influences have been eclectic, to say the least.
From the woods of Wisconsin, to the concrete jungles of LA and New York, to the coast of Oregon, and now the mountains of Utah, the ups and downs of my life’s journey have been a conduit to my creativity. What once was just a dream, performing as a child at my piano in the living room for and audience of couch pillows, became a reality when I sang on the Grammy stage. From recording albums with my mom from the age of 6, to recording songs with many of my idols, my musical existence thus far has been blessed with a lifetime of exciting adventures. But the road has not been easy. As many times as I’ve scaled new peaks, I’ve been misled and swayed by the temptation of shiny objects, losing my footing and falling off course. But without adventure, how would we know what we’re capable of? Somehow my heart always finds its way back to the path that suits me best, and with more distinction and certainty. You will hear this on the new album. It’s the most authentic collection of songs I’ve ever written. These two are meant to scratch the surface, while the rest wait rife with anticipation to sink deeply into your bones.
