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The Start Of Something Good

I love dusting off early demos of songs, like this homemade garageband demo I recorded of "Anastasia" the moment she swirled into my stream of consciousness years ago.

Listen Here   

There are so many musical seeds being planted! Sometimes I do get impatient, wondering if enough water is being irrigated into the sonic garden. (But it's always been quality over quantity, right! Note: One sip of water that's given my fullest attention and greatest intention, seems to nourish more than water carelessly tossed back in a tall glass.) I'm always reminded that even songs are lives of their own, and all that they require from me is Love and trust. So that's what I'm practicing, that's what I'm giving. And I'm excited to turn around years from now when they're fully grown and share with you what this music sounded like prior to germination. 

I think it's pretty wild to see what evolves from seeds:

ryan

Try Not To Laugh

Laughter is the best medicine

(when taken in humongous doses)

It's really excruciating on my stomach, having the funniest siblings and friends on the face of the earth. My brother came by tonight. We laughed so hard, my insides relocated to higher ground. It's as though gravity got reversed, causing my stomach to launch into my throat. I now understand the true meaning behind "Laugh It Up", literally.


When we were little, we created a legendary game played mostly in backseats of long car rides and during hours when everyone else tried to sleep. We called it Try Not To Laugh. We could say or sing or contort our faces into previously unimaginable shapes, with the sole intention of making the other person laugh out loud. Only rules were you couldn't come in contact with the other player & the listener couldn't look away from the laugh-inducer. 


Your turn! 
Try not to laugh at this...

Sometimes I forget how hilarious we are. 

Sometimes I remember we're the only ones who think we're this funny.

All I know is, despite the chest pain and the neglected possibility of embarrassment, laughing this hard reconnects my heart to some ageless infinity within me. 

Let's grow young together.
ryan dilmore

C.R.O.P.S.

Starry Nites

New York

photo by arian david photography

After the man-made windstorm in my windpipe friday night, I'm grateful to play farmer to my self-sustaining inner garden — growing my voice from the ground up. 


Hello Lady Water and inner Mr Sun! 
 
I'm so lucky to have lived among such seasoned and generous peace-propegators all my life, stopping by for an afternoon or for a lifetime to trade advice on making the most of our intangible landscapes, to shine some steady light, or to simply lend a smile to the seeds we're all planting. 

photo by h c dilmore

Love is my all-time favorite superfood.
 
so fresh and delicious
I'll never get sick of this
r y a n  t h r i l l m o r e

 ( visible Love at a ryan dilmore show )

photo by kendra fee