Plight of a Songwriter

Audio rivers
Are crafted throughout the world
As coffers vanish

Recording Artist (Lamenting How I Longed to Play Live Music Again)

The studio was a safe haven for me
After years of neglecting the stage
I wanted comfort with my acousmatics and vocals
There weren’t going to be any guitars here (and I still don’t use them with this project)
I wanted another project after abandoning the stage
Tremors do show up that prevent me from wanting that goal
Things became confusing for someone as multi-disciplined as me.

Identity Issues (An Ospreyshire Lament)

Who is Ospreyshire, really?

Is he a poet, musician, or some random blogger who talks about random news stories or movies?

I’m sure many of you thought the same thing at least once. It doesn’t take an ESPer to figure that out.

I do apologize for confusing you and it wasn’t my intent. I just want to be me. How crazy is it that I have so many interests and care about different things.

Does this make me feel like some holier-than-thou person? Does this make me shallow?

I feel like a good portion doesn’t know me or know what Ospreyshire’s about.

No wonder I’ve been trying to streamline everything to have a concrete identity while still not trying to fit in someone else’s box to define me as this or that.

Who is Ospreyshire, really?

Someone who’s trying to find their identity through my words, opinions, and my art. At least that’s what I hope is shining through.