I have currently received the weirdest request I've ever encountered in my short career as a composer. A man has asked me to compose a communist anthem for an unnamed micronation... What the hell do I even say to that???
Just saw an old home movies tape when I was a kid. My brother, parents and I were so young. Hit with so many different feelings... Sometimes I look in the mirror and have to ask, what the hell happened? Where did all the time go?