childhood
A lot of the music I produce, and listen to for that matter, are aural recollections of my childhood. One thing I’ve been thinking about a lot lately is just that – trying to remember the best parts of how I grew up. What were my favorite colors, scents, images, and trying to recreate the soundscape that I would’ve made if I were making music then. Sans Sesame Street…
So anyway, I wrote a poem that kind of captures a very small moment of my childhood, but one of my more favorite reoccurring summertime habits of running amuck after a rainstorm in Maryland. I haven’t written poetry in a long time, but I really love doing it and hopefully I’ll be able to turn around one of these infinitely layered vocal tracks into a song with actual lyrics 
when the breeze loses its momentum,
the glow of the day warms the room
the greeting cards are dusted over
and mother’s perfume lingers in the hall.
there’s clanking in the kitchen,
someone’s making soup!
children are laughing outside
while the swing set squeaks like a mouse.
color streaks on the basement wall in crayon
creating a jungle in blue
cherry tree blossom petals out front
littering the lawn like snow
the sky lights up like a fireworks show
the breeze gains momentum
cumulus clouds whip past with a happy smirk
making the strongest branches yield
water pools in the driveway
crickets and earthworms assemble
the smell of rain overwhelms the jasmine
children run out and collect the earthworms
and fireflies, capturing them in mason jars.
they place them on the kitchen table
beside their family
and dig into their heaping bowl of soup.