Dawn (watercolors)

My first tattoo was simply the words of M83’s album Before the Dawn Heals Us. To me, the tattoo is a reminder that no matter how dark things get, the sun always rises. I also love how its a slippery half-sentence, just begging to be finished: “Things are always the darkest before the dawn heals us,” or “Before the dawn heals us, we can’t move on.”

I choose to put the tattoo over my heart. The year was 2008 and it was the darkest age in my life.

I just moved out from home. My mother and stepfather were in the process of separating. I had decided to drop out of college to focus on touring with my band. I was utterly broke and subsisting on hummus, rice crackers, caffeine, and marijuana. The financial meltdown was just beginning. Obama was not yet president. I was certain the apocalypse was imminent.

That summer, I left my band. My heart wasn’t in metal any more. I didn’t agree with our manager’s methods or what had become our creative direction. So, I left and resolved to work solely on music that I 100% believed in. (That music would turn out to be As Quippolous Codes Quietly Count and Serial Index of Unclaimed Memories.)

I was angry, alone, and afraid.

The weight of the darkness eventually collapsed on me. On New Years Eve 2008 I was at the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong people. Decisions were made and then I was walking home in the sub-zero Chicago morning, before the dawn broke, no wallet, no phone, no money, with 35 miles to go until my bed. I found train tracks. Used the sun to follow them northwest. Somehow convinced a Metra conductor to let me on. Got off at the closest stop to home, still 8 miles away… My feet were bleeding when I finally took off my boots.

After that, it felt like the sun didn’t rise for months.

All I really had to hang on to then was music. The music I was working on alone. The music I was working on with Pasha. Telefon Tel Aviv’s Immolate Yourself and Brian Eno & Harold Budd’s The Pearl became the soundtracks to my healing.

Somehow, I found my own way through it all.

I enrolled in community college to ease my way back into something structured. Sometime that summer, what I’ve come to think of as a personal renaissance began. Pasha and I launched our net-label, Endless Field Studios. We released music. We set up shows and started nurturing a new music scene. I learned how to code and develop websites. I found passion and joy in graphic design again and I started experimenting with photography again. That fall, I was back at Columbia College Chicago.

In the spring of 2010, I met my wife.

The contrast between the darkness of ‘08 & ‘09 and the brightness of ‘09 & ‘10 is almost too much for me to comprehend. The pattern would repeat in 2013. That season of darkness climaxed with a self-induced nervous breakdown from mountains of unrealistic expectations placed on myself. The same thing happened again in 2019, more or less.

I think I’ve finally learned that I’m too hard on myself. This year I’ve resolved to be ruthlessly kind to myself, to give myself grace, to allow myself to feel joy more freely.

I’ve always been something of a hopeless romantic. An artist, drawn to the sad things, the dark things, the fleeting things. It is a massive behavior change to look on the bright side and believe in the light. To default to a stance of love, not fear; trust, not skepticism.

It is 2020 now and I still feel I’m coming out of the 2019 season of darkness. I’ve been anxious and depressed for almost a year but lately I’ve finally been feeling a shift. I keep willing myself to just snap out of it, but I now realize that is yet another unreasonable expectation.

Time heals all.

In January, I picked up watercolors again. I painted the piece at the top of this post this morning. It’s name? “Dawn.”

Brexit and the Wall


Just 31 days into the new decade, at 11:00PM GMT, Britain left the European Union. Recorded bells from Big Ben - currently under renovation - pealed in the new era. Only time will tell what comes next, what this all means.


The Wall

Watching the videos I knew one thing for certain: this is our time’s Berlin Wall, only inverted. A celebration of separations, of new legal and geopolitical barriers. We’ve witnessed this thing unfold for years and I’m happy to see closure. I am incapable of assigning a value judgement to Brexit. Conversely, as an American, I cannot imagine the fall of the Berlin wall being anything other than a “good” thing. I just hope it all works out.

Personal Mythologies III: Toonami

When I was a boy, I watched a lot of Toonami.

Toonami was a programming block on Cartoon Network that specialzed in Japense imports. It was some of my first exposure to anime, and by extension Japanese culture. I spent many years thinking I was literally the only person in the USA who knew about anime.

“A boy has the right to dream. There are endless possibilities stretched out before him.”

This video is a montage of shots from several of my favorite series, but most prominently Outlaw Star. Downtempo dubby music, which I believe was composed Joe Boyd Vigil, plays under a smattering of monologues and inspirational dialog.

“Whatever happens from now on, you stand firm and face your desinty without fear, but with courage.”

At the end of it all, we zoom out to see Tom, the show’s host, quietly reflecting on the video. His hands are behind his back. He appears to look at the camera, as if he knows the gravity of what was just broadcast. We pull back into space and the song wraps.

“Believe in yourself. Create your own destiny. Don’t fear fate.”

This video has consistently been something of a psalm for me. A sacred hymn for the dark nights of the soul. I cannot overstate the effect this had on me as an adolescent 12 year old, alone and huddled around my 13” tube TV watching the Midnight Run with the lights off.

Just read the YouTube comments. I wasn’t alone. Hundreds of other 12 year olds were having the same experience:

YouTube Commnets

I unabashadely embrace the earnestness of this video, the music, the message. In an age where irony, sarcasm, and apathy are the defaults, this is a healing salve.

This reminds me of why I got into explicilty sharing my music and art in the first place. I wanted to make people feel the way this video made me feel. I wanted to pass that flame on.