Stupid sentimental post ❤️
Our first single for this new project, @pitylaughband , is out today. ❤️ About this time last year, I was just messing around in GarageBand, demoing ideas with zero plan or direction. Then in January, a last-minute chance to actually record popped up, and aside from a rough skeleton, @x_tdrose_x@beeblechris@kippermcskipper and I basically built everything on the fly in the studio.
I learned how to play in a band and fell in love with live music at 14 because of @kitkatoverboard She’s back in Colorado now and immediately jumped in to play bass. Full-circle moment.
Three months ago we got asked to hop on a show. At the time, we had literally two songs and only two practices, but we said yes anyway. Wrote four more songs. Rehearsed like hell. And somehow our first show is already this weekend.
This year has been hell for a bunch of reasons, but this project has pulled me back into music in a way I haven’t felt since school. It weirdly feels like starting a band at 14 again: chaotic, exciting, and grounding all at once.
The first song is out today wherever you stream. Our first show is Sunday at @d3artswestwood 🤘 We play at 7 if you wanna come hang ❤️
This past weekend, I found the photos in the farthest corner of the garage. A box relabeled over and over again, as if trying to keep up with time.
And as we looked through those memories, your life unfolding in snapshots, so much we shared. But many many things I never knew.
Moments we never spoke of.
Passions that quietly burned through the decades, captured in fading ink and yellowed corners. You kept everything.Every tiny note, every keepsake, every little moment.
sometimes I think, maybe you were scared of being forgotten. Scared of being lost in the shuffle of time.
If I could tell you one thing now,
You were never forgotten.
You were a guiding light to so many——
a map when we felt directionless,
an embrace when we were hurting,
the strength we leaned on when we had nothing left. you were there with a smile. and hug. I would tell you how much I love you.
You gave everything, time and time again,
so that those you loved could feel whole,
could feel seen, could feel safe. And I know, without a doubt, you’d do it all again if you had the chance.
I will miss your curiosity and your hugs on holidays. I will miss our games of phone tag, and then we talk for hours. I will miss how every voice mail started with hey Devon. it’s grandpa. and ended with I love you lots.
Grief comes and goes in waves. Washing through me, pooling at my feet. Sometimes it’s like wading. And other times like drowning. Lingering in the silence.
I wish you could stay.
But instead, I find you in the corners of my mind—in the embrace of family. in Fourth of July fireworks.
You never let a moment pass to tell someone how much they meant to you. How much you love them. How much you care for them.
How much you believe in them.
If I could be like you, even just a little bit.
I hope to carry that spirit, your spirit, with me for a lifetime. Love you Grandpa.
