What Remains: In Music
/A song can collapse time. One chord, and suddenly you’re back in their car, their living room, their arms. What remains in music is memory disguised as melody… it knows how to find us where words can’t.
Read MoreA song can collapse time. One chord, and suddenly you’re back in their car, their living room, their arms. What remains in music is memory disguised as melody… it knows how to find us where words can’t.
Read MoreThere’s a quiet choreography that happens when someone gets in your car, especially when it’s someone you care about, or someone you’re still learning.
No words need to be exchanged, and yet, something subtle unfolds. They hop into the passenger seat, and I hand over control of the music, literally. My phone stays put, and theirs gets linked via Bluetooth…
Read MoreI wrote this post in December 2013, and it's fascinating how little has changed since then.
Reposting now—
My social media streams are diverse. Included are elements of everything that I love; music, food, photography, sports, and reading [books and blogs]. There are very few antipathies, if I encounter anything I disagree with, rather than debate I remind myself that living souls have the right to believe who, what, when, where, and why they want.
Read MoreMusic is my drug of choice & I’ve been getting high with Justin Drew Bieber; personal reflection, love, transformation, social commentary and nostalgia.
Life set to Freedom (EP), Justin Drew Bieber
Read MoreWe do not exist in
Any other instant
Here in this dimension
You and I are meant to be
I have waited lifetimes to find you
Now that you're here
I can remind you
Of the things you've been dreamin'
Times two
I promise you
If you just give me 24
Man, all I need is 24 hours
Today’s Challenge
Write down a list of what you’re grateful for this year, and take a moment to feel lucky for what you have…
Read MoreThis shall be known as the summer of thunderstorms. This morning on my drive to work I watched a young man offer a young woman his umbrella in passing, I don’t know what words were exchanged but it must have been fly, as I glanced back through the rearview mirror; both moved in the direction originally traveled by the young woman, both smiling uncontrollably, both moving through the rain with enthusiasm and a positive outlook.
Read MoreAlthough I Am a consumer of music, I Am also creating. Creating memories on my morning run, while working out, on my walk to/and on the bus, or while I'm working. While we are watching movies, watching our favorite shows or breaking bread — the music we hear has the power to fuel us continually at levels more than just words.
Read MoreThe email (and now domain) for tramuel dot com is managed through Google Apps. The spam filtering in Apps is excellent and it delivers most spam items directly to the spam mailbox where they are held for 30 days and then delete themselves once they age out. As false positives are rare, there is no reason to go into the spam mailbox.
 
            "I do things because they feel good. I drink because it feels good. I killed my husband because it felt good to get rid of him. I fuck my brother because it feels good to feel him inside me. I lie about fucking my brother, because it feels good to keep our son safe from hateful hypocrites. I killed your High Sparrow and all his little sparrows, all his leptons, all his septa, all his filthy soldiers, because it felt good to watch them burn. It felt good to imagine their shock and their pain. No thought has ever given me greater joy." - Cerise to Septa Unella
Currently listening to Justin Beiber (mute your dissent) and this verse goes so hard.
♫ Focus ain't the same if the picture ain't got you in it. In every line my emotions ain't the same if it ain't about you, I don't get it. Ever since the beginning now, you had that effect on me. All I wanna do is you, oh. I mean that so literally. Don't nobody go harder than you. All of the angels must be lonely now, without you.
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            The rings all ring out
Burn out, cave in
Blackened to dark out
I'm mixed now, fleshed out
There's light with no heat
We cooled out, it's cool out
Life is precious
We found out, we found out
We found out
We all love things that we have no personal interest in doing, but enjoy seeing (in this case hearing) others engage in and succeed at.
Fan.
Read More“Music can pierce the heart directly; it needs no mediation.”
Read MoreWe were titans
Eternally made
We were lovers
Born against the grain
Why would you wanna die
If you can live with me
But I can't make you stay
We were titans (x4)
I cannot make you stay
I cannot even if you asked
I cannot make you stay
Act II: Patents of Nobility [The Turn]
Music is my drug of choice. I’ve been getting high with Christopher Breaux lately; personal reflection, love, transformation, social commentary and nostalgia.
Life set to Nostalgia Ultra, Frank Ocean
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