So Much Is Said Unheard

“Your glass is half empty / like your tissue box / and your calls are blocked and you just / stare at the ceiling / play connect the dots / oh this has to stop.”

- Jay Legaspi, Said Unheard

I had the pleasure of meeting Jay at Babo’s Open Mic last Saturday. He’s a really nice guy. =) Not to mention an awesome musician/songwriter. It was great having the chance to meet him after I’ve been listening to his music nonstop for the last week. Him and Alfa Garcia. Who I met at another Open Mic and began listening to her music, too.

I have that itch now. That itch to create. I’ve had it for a while, but after hearing artists who are so real, people who were right in front of my face, creating every sound, it’s been amplified tenfold. There’s something in me, and I can’t get it out. It’s so frustrating.

I’ve always done creative things; I’ve written songs, I’ve drawn, painted, sang, created films. And I’ve always had very short, but very productive periods of each. But now that I’ve moved on, I can’t seem to get it back. I have that feeling inside, this urge to run and scream and let something out of me that I didn’t know was in me. It’s not pleasant feeling stuck in your own skin, comfortable, but knowing you could be something more.

I guess I just have to keep trying, to always keep the blank page in front of me and always search for things to fill it with.

– Riza