Brodie Christ has risen!

And he doesn't even pretend to know why...


Hm. I'm sure any implications... at all, whatsoever ...will reveal themselves in time. Need only wait and see. Anyway. Hello! Hi. yes. 


I've created this blog. Or, rather, it has been created through me... shit.


I'm getting hung up on details again. Meaningless ones at that!


brodie christ? I know. for real. 


BUT SERIOUSLY


In all fairness I know very little about Christ beyond the fact that I'm completely obsessed with my conception of him in today's culture. In myself. 


And I actually created this blog to discuss music. 


Have I mentioned yet that I'm basically a virgin when it comes to blogs? Aside from that questionable stint as a livejournalist in high school 8 years ago... dear god. I'm suddenly reminded of an online love affair spanning almost two years. you know who you are... my experience amounts only to reading a few blogs here and there. Frankly, since I entered music school my head has been quite buried in the sand. The sand of my own ass. I thought, "If I just sit here looking good, something is bound to happen." 


Well, I think something actually did happen. Maybe even a few somethings. But, goddamnit! They weren't THAT something. I began to wonder, "Why doesn't the universe respond to my inner cravings?! They may be vague, but they're certainly overwhelmingly so!" 


...Jesus. 
yes. him. 


I remember visiting the maker of my cello in Connecticut. His name is James Mckean. He's wonderful and his instruments are fucking great. While he was working on my cello I went for a run. It was autumn, and the leaves had mostly fallen, but it was warm enough. As I went along, the sun was doing that machine gun strobe thing behind the trees. It was beautiful, but I kept imagining glimpsing a giant being. Some forest god. Think Princess Mononoke. I wanted it like a horny teenager. It didn't feel good. 


To put it to words, I wanted to be chosen. I wanted to be the only one that such a creature would reveal itself to. An elite other humans don't know about or even care to know about. I felt that I deserved this simply because I wanted it so badly. 


I fear such is the blight of most suburb kids. And that's the most painful part... I'm common. 


Such is my medicine.


I just recorded my first solo album. The project is called boyfriend... for now. But anyway... here it is... 


Ponies

I had giant, magical expectations for Ponies, just like I have for everything and everyone else. I know that it's damaging, and so I flex and turn and flex and stretch so that I might learn to reside in my humanity and commonness in peace. I think such transformations happen plantlike and slow... Maybe if you take a listen you'll hear these themes threaded throughout the work. 


So. Here's a blog. Kicking and Screaming. This is my reach to the universe. To you. No more sitting back, growing putrid, festering in hope. 


That you may know more. That we may share. 


Sentimentally yours, for now,
bc