Tiegan

welcome back to the early internet. here i will be posting everything i want to share. my hobbies are endless, and endlessly distracting. i have a mountain of projects in the works, including this space. i encourage you to stay for a peruse.

bet you didn't expect to find me back so soon. i'm laboring for and from love, and love kills, if you didn't know. making album 2 is the reward i get for finishing album 1. and i'm picking up where i was interrupted so so long ago. i'm partying like it's 2009.


okay, cut the vague posting. i'm practicing the songs i haven't played in far too long, and of course, i have a shoulder injury now— right on time. but that's okay, it just might be a blessing in disguise.

there is massive synchronicity going on in my endeavor. it's like some inside joke between the cosmos. i wrote about one thing and now it's being handed back to me in another form. i'll take it as a good sign, against all odds.

the other day i listened to jeff buckley's, "dream brother," and it was just the song i needed to encourage me to keep moving forward. thank you, jeff.

in other news, i have to pick a song from 2000-2010 to cover... how is that even possible... the definitive era of my definitive era, where alternative became nu metal and then rock went underground into fancy folk. how does one choose in a sea of gems?! do i channel my tween self, my teen self, or my emerging adult self? my instincts lean tween...

I woke up one morning and before I could finish opening my eyes, I wrote this thought down:
Ten years ago I was learning the harp. I’m still learning, but point stands. I was living in a bedroom, but I wasn’t living, I was dying. I died for many years after that. I wrote my first song on the harp but I was unsatisfied because I was confined to a little lever-less lap harp, which meant no note changes. I wrote "sea urchin" during this time, perhaps the only silver lining to the year.

When I think about it now, it doesn’t feel like that was ten years ago, it feels like fifteen.

And though I’m still living in a small space, my life is fuller. My heart is fuller. Fuzzy. Warmer. The sun shines on me every day, even the sad ones. It casts heavy shadows, there's no escaping reality. But there’s no more blackness to my life, only vignetted edges framing a technicolor scene.