"And I am alone. So don't speak. I find war & I find peace. Find no heat, no love in me. And I am alone, and unwell. This is love, this is hell. This sweet plague, that follows me. And my body is weak. I feel my heart giving up on me. I'm worried it might just be... And my body is weak. I feel my lungs giving up on me. I'm worried it might just be... something my soul needs. Somethings my soul needs. "
“The songs i've put online are 7 of over 100 written since i was in pink converse and wearing headphones at the dinner table (about 16). The fact that people can hear them is terrifying. The fact that the people they're about might hear them is mortifying. I cannot play stairway to heaven. I struggle with bar chords. My songs are unashamed self indulgence and my only defense is that i didn't think they would ever be heard.
They were recorded in my bedroom mainly, and occasionally in friendly studios, with help when needed from talented friends and family members. I started charging for illustration in order to afford studio time. And got carried away. My plan in the coming months is to release a limited edition cd in case anyone wants one, which would be madness. I hereby promise not to blog about meals i've eaten, cool things ive bought or hilarious videos containing cats. I'm not entirely sure what that leaves to blog about but we'll have to see. i think that'll do for now.
He released his first cd, and it's called 'Dear...'. He's probably more popular than he thought he was! He made a few limited editions of 'Dear...', he never thought he'd sell more of them. The making of 'Dear...' is quite impressive. Look to the video below, and you'll be blown away. At least I was. I'm proud to say that one of those limited editions is in my possession! And since than, I'm a Henson fan!
________ "You ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you, how many moments of other peoples lives have we been in, we're we a part of someone's life when their dreams came true, or were we there when their dreams died. Did we keep trying to get in, as if we were somehow destined to be there, or did the shot take us by surprise. Just think, you could be a big part of someone else's life, and not even know it."