I am a visitor here.

Chris Tucker.
23 | STL

I know it’s popular in your early twenties to feel disenfranchised and cynical about your future, but I’m trying really hard to remain the optimist. Like, it’s either panic that life isn’t as defined as you thought it would be by this point, or embrace it, knowing that just means there’s still so much to explore. Open-endedness doesn’t have to equal hopelessness. 

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Wilco - A Ghost Is Born (2004)

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Truth be told, my friends have always liked Empires more than me. They were the kids racking up plays of those early myspace demos and lining the front of the stage at the very first shows. So inadvertently or not, I’ve been along for the ride since 2008. That being said, I really have grown fond of this band in recent years. Maybe not always musically, but certainly on a personal level. Tonight, they make their national television debut on Letterman and I couldn’t be happier for them. Knock ‘em dead.

Truth be told, my friends have always liked Empires more than me. They were the kids racking up plays of those early myspace demos and lining the front of the stage at the very first shows. So inadvertently or not, I’ve been along for the ride since 2008. That being said, I really have grown fond of this band in recent years. Maybe not always musically, but certainly on a personal level. Tonight, they make their national television debut on Letterman and I couldn’t be happier for them. Knock ‘em dead.

At this point, just hearing Jeff Tweedy’s voice on a new song is enough for me to listen to it repeatedly. It really doesn’t have to be all that compelling. It’s almost as if I’m content just hearing him sing some words I haven’t heard him sing before. He may not have the prettiest voice in the world, but hearing it on new music always feels like a reunion with an old friend. Familiar. Comforting.

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I need some nocturnal friends. So much to say and no one around to hear it.

"And a million more before the clocks unwind…"

Watching Kevin Devine perform, in general, is a constant source of joy, but some of my favorite moments are in the subtleties, like the smiles he can’t fight off when he sings certain lyrics. Whether they be in response to a triggered memory or the simple joy of lyrical resolution, it’s one of the most endearing and human things about seeing him play live.

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Andy Hull and Kevin Devine of Bad Books - Pontiac, MI. 

Reintroduction.

2013 has been a strange and bittersweet blur. There’s been an unrelenting push and pull between the seemingly infallible happiness the year’s high points have brought me, and the burgeoning detachment and isolation I’m left with despite that. There’ve been striking reminders of the ephemerality of life, and for the first time, I began to actually consider my own mortality. All dramatics aside, there’s an underlying feeling that I’m on the cusp of a new chapter, however slight the transition may be. To this season of life, there is an air of quiet significance. A sense that the things happening right now, no matter how minuscule, are in some way central to the bigger story, and I need to remember it.

All this to say, I feel I’m long overdue to start sharing a bit of myself with you again. At the very least, to start writing again. Now, I can’t promise that every entry will be harrowing introspection (that’d just be miserable) or thought-provoking intellectual observations (they’d only be pseudo-intellectual anyway). Honestly, a lot of what I post will probably just be for posterity’s sake, or to share music that I love. I’ll also be sharing some of my photos, another passion of mine I’ve neglected for far too long. So here we go. May this humble corner of the internet become a document of my existence. Thanks for being a part of it.

-Chris