For the last few months, I’ve put music on the back-burner as I’ve been building Modern Bronze and “getting my sea legs” in writing. I haven’t spoken about it much on this platform, and, with a reinvigorated spirit, I feel like it’s time to talk about it.
I started writing music in my late teens, and I haven’t stopped since. I formed a band with my best friends, and we’re still at it to this day. It’s called The Post Nobles. I sing a bunch of songs and play multiple instruments on the recordings. The Post Nobles is the way I explore my emotional dark side musically, although the sound doesn’t quite fit that description. It’s changed throughout the years, going from hard rock to eighties synth-wave to our current sound, which I consider our sound. If you want to give a listen, check it out here:
Then there’s Windy Crankage. She’s a different beast. She was born in the daze of college alcoholism and somehow managed to make it out alive. Like The Post Nobles, I make Windy Crankage music with my best friends, just different ones. I’m a really lucky human to have so many beautiful, creative people in my life. The music I make with Windy Crankage has one rule: it has to be fun. It’s an opportunity for me to to explore the emotional bright side and stop taking everything so damn seriously. It’s weird, genre-less, and it’s poppy as hell. All I can say is, I adore the Crank. If you want to give a listen, check it out here:
We also released a very silly Christmas song TODAY, and you can listen to that here:
When I started writing, there was a big part of me that wanted to leave all of this behind and start with a clean slate. I was tired of putting so much work in and getting what seemed like very little return. I’ve come to realize that’s not the right approach. Music is a huge part of my life, and what I actually want is to integrate both disciplines. It dawned on me that I’m heading towards somewhat of a precipice musically. All that work I spoke of is set to be realized in 2023, and I can’t stop now. It reminds me of what I hear in the rooms of recovery:
Don’t quit 5 minutes before the miracle happens.