Casey Trela

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Strip Law is out on Netflix today and the soundtrack is out on all the music places - here are some favorite voices I got to try on and sing in. I scored the show alongside Jeff Kirchner with big help from Max Schad- our first time scoring a series from top to bottom. This show was made by a big crew of extremely funny and talented people who put a lot of thought into every choice, and I think it’s really great. The cast is a parade of amazing comedians. The art is great. I never got tired of watching it over and over again as I figured out the right way to sing something ridiculous. Jeff and Max created so much perfect music, and we had big big help from @narenrauch (the Autoverse!), @sjaeofficial (Wang Dang trap remix), @hi.jeffinition (Glem’s Bounty!), @mrjordankatz (Rocco Prosecco’s HR song and so much more) and @hartiganmusic (Rocco Prosecco’s whole world!). My Music Lab family @amyecrilly and @i_am_katarinaaa (who also sang so many funny things) kept everything running, @rorydoggett made our lives better and easier with great music editing, @radishmx found amazing music. If you watch it and enjoy it, give it two thumbs up on Netflix to help win the algorithm’s blessing. Thank you @hellcullen for this show and for making making music fun again.

Singing 30 Minutes of Counting for the @striplaw_netflix Soundtrack

Strip Law premieres Feb 20th on Netflix! I composed the music along with my Music Lab best buds Jeff Kirchner and Max Schad, with help along the way from @sjaeofficial and @narenrauch . @hellcullen 's show is so funny and wild and I'm excited for the world to see and hear it. Thanks @whatisgabedoing for the great trailer and Vlad Berkhemer for making that trailer music really ✨. Felt very satisfying to hear my End Credit theme with big hits and swooshes.

I went to the beach yesterday to go for a walk. I parked at Venice Beach and started walking toward Santa Monica. When I saw the pier in the distance, I realized that in 17 years of being in LA, I had never been there. I decided to ride the roller coaster and ferris wheel. In the ferris wheel line, in the most humiliating way possible, the ferris wheel man told me I couldn’t ride the ferris wheel alone, then just kind of stared at me for awhile. Eventually he asked around to see if I could join another group. On the ferris wheel with my new found family, my new brother told me a little bit about his experience with Jesus, and asked me what the meaning of life was (it was all very sweet and a nice conversation). I had been thinking a lot about the meaning of life this year, especially in the past few months. More specifically about my identity and how that tends to be attached to external things. My neighborhood, my friends, my family, my wife, my work. In the past five years, all those things have been fucked with pretty intensely and abruptly, one trauma after another without any concern for the fact that I’m still maybe recovering from the first trauma. Some things have worked out wonderfully, other things have been completely destroyed, lots of things I’m still figuring out. Some part of the meaning of life I think has to do with just continuing to do things - marking time, making your bed, going for a walk. Some of it maybe has to do with growth? Trying new things, attempting to do the other things better, cutting things out that aren’t feeling good. I know I can’t fully depend on other people or circumstances to be the source of my meaning, but I also think they are supposed to be some part of it. Even though my last house and neighborhood burned down, the connection to that community and whatever community comes next feels good to nourish and nourishes me back. --cont'd in comments--

I took a solo trip to Orca's Island and met the 🍄 emoji in person. They say don't meet your heroes but this mushroom was so humble and gracious. My brain feels like it opened up a little more after a long time of feeling anxious, tired, lonely and stuck. I didn't even have to eat any of the mushrooms - just being under those huge cedars and firs and pines, being around moving water, looking out into unobstructed distance, walking a lot- it all filled a cup that I'd been ignoring for a long time. Lexapro, exercise, and blood pressure meds have definitely helped a lot too, but the nature part feels like it unlocked some access to joy I was missing. Headed back to Burbank today and will be ready to take more walks if you feel up for joining.

Uncle Casey tours the East Coast. Got to see some brand new nephews from @kayestee and @yaymorgann and hang out with all my sweet niblings. We got our nails painted, painted pictures, played soccer, and ran around a bunch. I did all the Fall activities - peeping leaves, drinking cozy beverages, and doing a Rebel Moon VR experience at Netflix House (the colors were beautiful).

Did a final clean sift at the house today and found a few old friends. I wrote this before the fires in the good old days when we were just dealing with the stress of the medical system. At the house today a coyote ran down the street. Good to know they're still there. Omens Red sky I'm the first one up resting toast on my coffee cup watching a coyote pup walk home. Omens. Oh man. Omens. Too tall a table with too long a legs wobbling under my weight on it. Slow dread starts to come back quick. Omens. Oh man... Half a cup of coffee, half a bite of bread, sliver of a cutie in a bowl by the bed. Check to make sure you're still breathing again. Amen. Omens. Bare branch Sycamore tangled mane looks like a hundred little picture frames framing up the clouds a hundred different ways. Omens. Oh man... Home from the hospital traumatized. Comfort ate a bag of fries. The doctor diagnosed you with being alive. Oh men. Aw man... Folding your clothes from the ambulance ride. Those motherf🤷‍♂️ckers didn't even turn on the lights taking their time as I trailed behind hoping that you wouldn't die. Oh man. Red sky and I wake back up bringing you your coffee cup. Keep on moving so we don't get stuck. Omens. Oh man. Try and let my mind take ease in a couple quiet serendipities that no one gets to see but me. Amen. Omens. Amen. Omens. Amen.

Promoting your own shows is hard… but playing music/shows is fun… which makes promoting other artists each day a joy… In spite of the hurdle I give you this offering to promote my OWN show next Thursday at Healing Force of the Universe. I’ve hosted multi-instrumentalist, singer/songwriter, and sound designer @philipofthedeep at the shop and previously at tee gee for residencies where he brings in buds and backs them with his band (typically @darlahawn and @danielrhine , though this time @elianabassist ). As a bday present to myself I threw my name in the ring to play one of their shows and he said yes, thank GOD. But now I need to sell some tickets so they can get paid. So buy tickets ahead of time for cheaper, come to the show, and let us play our songs for you. PK’s other bud @caseytrela will also get to relish in these musicians’ skills, featured in this post from previous shows over the last year. Enjoy other recent content from my iPhone camera roll in this offering as well the first shot to get your attention by @jacobboll . Ticket link in bio

I loved stepping out of our house and looking at this mountain every day. It would change color and move with the shadows and every once in awhile would get some snowfall. When I went back the day after the fire it was hidden by smoke and it felt like everything had vanished. The mountain is still there and the sun rises and sets and nature carries on. Nature will carry on after we're gone. I deeply miss that time and place and am thankful I got to look at it every day for awhile. Same Sun The sun sets The same sun sets like it set before. The fire burns The fire burns what it's burned before. The rain falls The same rain falls like it fell before. The waters rise The waters rise like they rose before. The sun sets The same sun sets like it set before and it casts a light that I still adore.

PK & Buds is back at HF of the U, Thu Apr 3 with @austinmanuel and @caseytrela

New quick 6.5 minute song about some of the things in my head the past month: Endless Summer I found my Dad's old yearbook in the garage when I was 10. I found his senior picture, and read what people wrote him in their own ink and handwriting. Imagining a child I'd have finding the child that I was. So when when Mom offered to send them, I kept my box of yearbooks with the things that people wrote me in their own ink and handwriting on the page of their picture, with their thoughts of the future, and their picture of me, so I wouldn't forget everyone that I was. Soak my roots in water to keep my tree from drying. Couldn't compete with the fire that consumed every keepsake. That did away with the dry trees. Did away with the dead dreams. As long as I'm alive now, I will make an inventory of everything I think of; a map to treasure. A map that I can dream of and know that I was here once. Because the roots will not take water and because I have no daughter I become a figment. A page inside a book that became fuel for fire. Ash layered on bare ground because all the floors are gone now. Mixed in with what they held up. Small enough to float now, or sink back into the ground. To breathe into my body. To return. To reform. Cast off like dandelions without any sort of say. Soak my roots in water and hope you have a great summer.