Monday, May 5, 2008

Emily Dickinson loves our music!

My good friend and fellow designer 'jazzed up' our new header image on AboutAsher. You should check it out.

You might have also caught on to the changing slogans on our site. Right now it reads:
"Asher and a cold beer, there is nothing better." -Emily Dickinson

This is something funny I am going to have to maintain. It is a very simple formula:
1) A funny, enthusiastic fan quote
2) Quoted by someone who is both famous and dead

Previous posts have read:
"If you don't love Asher, you don't deserve to live." - Benjamin Franklin

"Coffee is nice, but Asher is better" - Leonardo DaVinci

We are also entered into a a new contest (see the ad on the right-->) so if you like us (As Dickinson, Franklin, and DaVinci do) support us and vote.

Butterfly in Reverse

You crawl before you walk, you write poems before you learn how to play the guitar...

And by 'you' I of course mean me. My first writings were poems and short stories. I wrote from the time I was about 12 until I began writing songs at the age of about 17. A guitar stared at me in my room for five years before I ever mustered up the strength to teach myself. After getting 'okay-enough' at the guitar, I completely abandoned poems altogether once I realized that music and and melody could carry words and a story much easier than paper and ink alone.

The biggest and most obvious difference is the music. You can have very simple words in a song: "Baby, oh baby, I want you back." And if sung with soul and with a catchy rift it works swimmingly. But try only reading it, boring.

I am beginning to see my writing style go full circle now as my songs beg for more poetic themes. I'll give 3 examples to illustrate this. The first is from a poem I wrote when I was 15. The second is part of a song I wrote at 20. And the third is a song I wrote a couple weeks ago (at the ripe old age of 25)

Excerpt from 'Undermistood' - 1998

Undermistood, was I,
for being so subtle.
Unalarming, yet boisterous skin
From hers into what used to be mine.
Broken exhaustibly on the floor,
Cuddled with the remnants of my heart.

Excerpt from 'Killed a Man' - 2003
No matter where I run
No matter where I hide
A part of me is gone
A part of me has died
And sometimes you can't see
The forest for the trees
And there are times that I forget
The part of me
That's still alive

Excerpt from 'the Procession' - 2008

The wet leaves on the sidewalk
Reminds me of cornflakes in milk
And the lines in your eyes
Are as bright as the sky, as thin as silk

Day to day we get forgotten
Twist our hearts into sailor knots, and
I know it all seems so trivial
But all the cars will stop
For your funeral

So I feel in some ways I am getting back to my roots, incorporating my earlier e. e. cummings-like dreaminess, while not missing the importance of a catchy, easy-to-sing hook.