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And I'm Like, Fog You

Some people are put on this planet to make us laugh.

Some lows are meant to lift us up.

Some days are perfect opportunities to pat yourself on the back.

Today, a thought-I-thought-I-brushed-away reappeared, the way smudges from your coat sleeve show up when you hastily wipe winter off the car window. (I feel so far beyond the heaviness and limitation of that rock band I was such an enthusiastic part of, and yet I found myself today craving acknowledgement for the songs that I wrote and music I composed for that group. You know, the ones that someone else is now claiming ownership to... And I realize - I know the truth, isn't that sufficient? I wrote some pretty awesome stuff for the band and fueled that engine with pure energy, but the songs and positivity yet to pour out of me will reach altitudes that Anastasia couldn't even begin to fathom. The truth wins, always, so there is no reason to give it anymore attention, Ry.) Well, now that that's cleared up, it's time those smudges disappear once and for all. I'm taking the windshield out altogether. I want to haul ass and permanently mess up my hair in the winds of where I'm headed.

Some days are perfect opportunities to give a sincere fog off to whatever be covering up the big picture. No reason that mirror should ever be cloudy.

And just like that, it's gone.

- ryan dilmore

Calming Sewn

I've spent this week jet lagged in my own made up time zone, at some unspecified point beyond tiredness, beyond reason, where words are falling out as freely as rivers over rooftops on wind-delivered days. See what I mean? It's like shaking up a bowlful of those tiny word-magnets, throwing them against the world's whitest '87 Kenmore fridge, and seeing what sticks. I do enjoy getting my mind out of the picture for a while, befriending poetry and melodies without judgement. I think I'll stay here a bit longer, in the brightness of this black hole.

These new songs are dying to meet you.

You'll be introduced soon, hopefully in some fancy 'ice cream social' setting.

Your patience is beautiful, and I'm fully committed to the Life of this huge little dream.

Lately, I close my eyes and this is everything I see:

Love, Ryan

Oh There You Are, Peter!

Life has been showing up with a lot of coincidences lately. Some are clear and seemingly meaningful signs, others appear to be here to offer only a laugh. And it works! I had two new text messages in my inbox yesterday. I opened my phone, and both memos, 10 minutes apart, were quotes from the movie Hook, by two people living 3,000 miles away from each other. What does this mean! Whether or not this crazy little skip in the matrix is meaning -ful or -less, it's got me thinking happy thoughts and picturing the star I'm setting course for.

I woke up yesterday morning hungry for a very specific food. I went online, and the very first thing I see is a giant picture of the exact vision dancing in my head a moment ago. The very first thing! What does this mean! Whether or not it was a message meant for me, this delicious serendipity has got my insides feeling totally connected to the cosmic powers that be.

We're all kinda craving the same thing anyway. Awesomeness, wholeness, discovering the incredible ways we connect ourselves to everything else... All I need is Love. Woke up this morning to the Beatles, taking over itunes. When all the Beatles records and songs are lined up together, side by side, I can't help but let out a little laugh. Sheer amazement mixed with the highest legal dose of disbelief. How the heck did humans create these masterpieces, and in such a short span of years... and make it look so easy.

I love looking back on the days that my sister, brother, and I would sing the Beatles all day long, gettin' our vitamin C from a pitcher of fresh Ecto Cooler, sporting our favorite colors of kodak sunglasses. Life rules, big time, and I couldn't possibly feel luckier to keep sharing it with the coolest cats in the universe. You keep my altitude always upwards, like Escher's infinite staircase. That's what I love about you.

hungry for love and straight on til morning,

ryan dilmore

Whts Ur Point?

Somedays my mind takes the scenic route in getting to where it's going, always prepared to race through an impromptu marathon of run-on sentences. In songwriting, in speaking, I catch myself putting paragraphs where a single word might be all that's called for. I don't know how to compose super-condensed, abbreviated text messages. U for You and 2 for Too just don't feel right to write.

A guy who doesn't have that problem - my Dad. He's a master of the short and sweet, yet his meaning is always crystal clear. A quality he must have picked up as a signalman in his Navy days. In the time it'll take me to write this journal entry, he could have blinked a flashlight a few times to get the same story across AND ordered a pizza in the process.

He toured the oceans at age 18, he's published two novels, he's one of the most selfless human beings in the universe, and I'm proud of my badass dad on this Veterans Day.

Thank you to every one presently serving our planet, in all the ways you do.

You're simply the best.

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r