sock person @pianosmasher@radical.town

I have learned that I’m not always notified about receiving follow requests on mobile due to the app I’m using, but requests will show up as soon as I log in at an actual computer. So if you request to follow me and I don’t get to it immediately, it’s nothing personal! I just haven’t seen it yet, is all

It’s come to my attention that some of you might think I’m exaggerating with this toot here. So, I present to you Exhibit A, taken from the cubicle wall next to my desk

I wanted to play some video games in bed, but Jordan had something scheduled, so
(intense cat ec)

"Why is it called 'Sleeper,' by the way?"
I had made time during midterms to get some practicing done, but my body, exhausted as ever, had other ideas. About ten minutes in, I literally started to fall asleep while playing
When I came to, I was picking out the main pattern that starts the song. Immediately I woke all the way up and wrote the whole song that night. One of those lucky, lucky moments where everything falls into place and all that's left to do is write the damn thing

Found one of my old instrumentals that I wrote back in college - still proud of it, too. I should really get around to recording a full performance of it one of these days
Here, enjoy "Sleeper" if you've got four minutes to spare: https://soundcloud.com/pianosmasher/sleeper

Tastes can change and grow with time, or they can stay static and rot. Sometimes it's a bit of both. Who we are changes what we need out of art
Isn't it weird to gatekeep something like that?

Taste is like talent
If you have it, you probably can't explain too much about how you got it/how it works outside of the abstract, and it won't take you far enough without developing it further
If you don't have it, there's no way to acquire it (you can't force yourself to like something, only lie about liking it), so it doesn't make sense to worry about not having it too much. And there are ways to develop something like it from scratch anyway, so why not put your energy toward that instead?

Having bad taste is... good, actually

My mom tells me this story all the time
She was in labor for a long, long while before I was born. It was not easy for the doctor on call, who was at the end of a long shift. My birth time was about to be 3:41 AM - you can imagine the scene at the hospital
When I came out, I wasn't crying, because I wasn't breathing. Entirely blue and quiet. (Yes, I have literally been shy to a fault from birth). The doctor on call handed me to a nurse, took his surgical gloves off, said "I can't deal with this shit" out loud, and walked directly out of the room
Immediately afterwards, three female nurses rushed in to take his place, one of which resuscitated me in no time. I was handed to my mom with an apology on the doctor's behalf

tl;dr - my life began with a men-ain't-shit moment, it will probably end that way, too, and that's my assigned gender at birth

Might fuck around and listen to that 10 hour Brodyquest video while I work today

This day's gonna be a slow one
I just gotta remember how to take my time

Good morning! I know it's been a while, but in case you've forgotten: I am still grateful for trail mix

After I pull off this show in June, I’m gonna sleep so well. So goddamn well
And then I’m gonna wake up and keep taking the music thing more seriously

An unexpected benefit to this whole month, btw, is that I can sing along so much easier than when I'm just listening to a bunch of tenor voices and trying to jump up and reach something in their range
Dropping the octave and singing soprano/alto lines in the bass-ment puts so much less strain on my voice in comparison
#AprilVacation

My favorite answer to the Trolley Problem question is actually the entire runtime of Liam Neeson's The Commuter

Fever Ray's self-titled didn't grab me when I first gave it a chance on release in 2009, but having a Knife phase and wider tastes these days has helped it grow on me with each relisten this month. It's neat!
#AprilVacation

Casually imagining a creature slithering around in my room, bored as fuck + waiting for me to get home