Biography
All of my childhood friends had criminal records.
We lived together in the house my parents built for them.
They were lost, rejected, abused - until they found my family.
I never knew not knowing them.
Louisiana gave me the weeping open eyes of life.
Texas brought me the struggle and shame of becoming a man.
New York was my home the moment I saw her.
Nashville stretched out her arms to welcome me, though I didn't want her.
The Bible, and it's belt, were my sandbox, for most of my life.
In this, I've found that dogma is, for the most part, silly - though sometimes (somehow) irreplaceable and authentic.
The truth, however, I've found to be (though illusive) both somber and electrifying. Life-giving. Cataclysmic.
Music, and the Heavenly sound of Gospel choirs and soulful preachers, through it all, has been... mine.
I've heard songs about the son of a preacher, and they're my songs.
I've heard songs about prison and the ripping sound as it tears through a family, and they're my songs.
I've loved. I've hated. I still do.
But music, and the dreary and captivating lyrics of the protest revival, through it all, has been mine.
"Home", and the notion thereof, changes.
Friends, and all the joy and drama that they bring, change.
But music, and the ethereal nothingness and spacious blanket of electronic glitches, through it all, has been mine.
Strings wound tightly to vibrate over wood.
Lungs constricting over innocent air.
The primacy of pounding on a drum to make just the right "boom".
The growl of pain.
The screech of joy.
Music, and the gut-wrenching ecstasy of the perfect song in the moment, through it all, has been mine.
I hope, as I now "make" my own music, contributing to the collective consciousness of beauty and art, for the sake of beauty and art - that you'll make "my music" - yours.
Instrumentation
Meshach - Everything.
Rios - Everything else.
Discography
Experiments In Drowning (ep)
Links
| http://www.meshachjackson.com |