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Red Balloons

I was driving home from yoga yesterday and passed by a florist. In the trees behind the shop there was a big batch of red and pink balloons. It looked like the trees ate it, just like that tree that always ate Charlie Brown’s kite.

About a block over, I passed by a house just as another, identical bunch of balloons was floating up into the air. I have no idea what they were attached to or what set them loose. All I know is that it must be a sign.

Valentine’s Day is over.

Time to celebrate:


Welcome to My Insecurity

My writing’s been pretty stunted for a while,
and it’s a difficult thing to work through.
It’s difficult to find the words
to define the disorder
so I can walk towards the cure.
But I found the answer,
like I always do-
in song.


Hey there, my dear bloggers. It’s Mr. A.

In addition to my semi-kooky nature, I like music. I’m talkin’ all kinds: Classical, Pop, Rock (but not Pop Rocks), Country, Rap– ANYTHING. Lately, I’ve been writing my own music, which makes me happy. 🙂 While most of my work is in the Classical area, I’ve been trying to open my mind and stretch to other musical possibilities. I know this must sound painful, and it is. But it’s totally worth everything.

I use a computer to write music. (No, that’s not cheating. It’s just as hard to write music on that as it is on paper.) There’s a bunch of software out there like Finale. This program is cool because I can hear different instruments from just about every part of the orchestra. I just wish some instruments didn’t sound so weird. Playing back violins is like somebody scratched a cat. (Meow?) Voices here are strange, too ‘cuz they use a “Wah” sound. I could write lyrics ’til I’m blue in the face (Daba di daba dye…) and it still wouldn’t matter.