Hi. Nice to meet you
Make yourself at home—mi casa su casa. I don’t really have much to offer you other than an occasional wise crack and some sappy love songs that were penned when I was lonely and desperate for attention. I’d offer you something hot and lively to drink to break the ice—like coffee—but being that I’m not a coffee drinker, I don’t have any on hand and can’t defrost the awkward stiffness in the room.
Oh well.
Maybe we should just dive into things? This is the web after all, and for all you know I could be talking to you while I’m half-naked, slouched in a sticky leather chair because I’m too lazy to turn on my Vornado that’s on the other side of the room, with one hand on my keyboard and the other on my underwear doubling as a napkin. Only on the interwebz is this acceptable. Mom would be proud.
Or maybe you could use your imagination. I’ve always wanted an exotic accent and a slightly shiny (from certain angles when the light hits it just right) tailored pinstriped suit, along with a silky pocket square that’s perfectly folded that draws out the warmness of my eyes. Impeccable posture, the perfect handshake and a firm grip. No creepiness. Better?
But then again, that’s not really me either.
I’m somewhere in between. Slightly sloppy, slightly clean. I like the color green. Blue is cool too, but only when the green token is already taken off of the board in a game of Sorry! I play the guitar, ʻukulele, banjo. Before that I played a little bit of the black and whites (piano)—enough so that I know where middle C is and if you give me at least 3 days I can figure out simple sheet music by sounding it out by ear. I tried the violin, but that didn’t last long because my teachers always told me not to touch the horse hair on the bow, which made me want to touch it, which made me break it. HULK SMASH. I spent about 8-years of my youth banging away on drums and other percussive instruments in marching, concert and teen-aged garage bands. I don’t like my singing voice, but I’ve found that it’s serviceable in certain situations where the song calls for a 13/14-year old male lead. I’ve gotten over the mental block of being embarrassed about it mostly because I’m getting too old to care. I started writing three years ago as a way to cope with the stresses of my daily life. During the day I work as a digital designer. I have strong aesthetic sensibilities, but wouldn’t be able to tell you why something looks good—I just know it does. I learn by touch, feel and doing, not by reading or study. I like all things Blizzard and Apple, and spend a good amount of time enjoying both. I’ve been seriously working on an album since early 2009, here-and-there in the moments between my day job and my other “grown-up” commitments. I have a good life here in Hawai’i, mostly because I’m surrounded by a well rounded support system that feeds my personal and professional growth.
I’ve discovered recently that I have a burning desire to express myself. Mostly for shameless, selfish, self-healing, self-promoting reasons much like the rest of my generation with their Twitter, Myspace, YouTube and Facebook profiles.
In the end, when you get down to the core of it all, I’m probably a lot like you—learning my way through the twists and turns of life and trying my best to live it in a good way.
Naʻu,
Ryan
P.S. Thank you for stopping by. I hope to see you again.
