A Letter to my Jilted Blog

Dear blog,

You probably think I'm a jerk for running off and ignoring you for a few months. I admit, I'd feel hurt too if you did the same to me.

But I can explain.

I'm nearing completion on my supermegacomplex WIP whilst working full-time and raising two kids under 3, AND working on songs for the new album (you knew I was in a band, right? http://www.atlastakesaim.com/), and working on a few intense secret and undisclosable projects.

So, yeah, blog, I'm sorry I haven't been here for you.

See I brought roses... and maybe this picture will cheer you up...

Every Dragon Needs a Keytar

I Made a Song For You

Some of you know I have a band. We're called Atlas Takes Aim and we rock. No... seriously, we rock.

Not convinced? Ok, go here: http://www.atlastakesaim.com/
See? Told you so.

And as if that wasn't rock enough, I just posted a free song. Our rendition of "O Holy Night".

FREE. For realz. Go on, download it, share it, email it to grandma.

It's our Christmas present to you.

Mason Ian

KM Walton ROCKS, or, Once Again I Prove How Silly I Am

When I saw that her book was picked up by Simon & Schuster (gasp!*) I made a very danceable-yet-kooky congratulations song for KM Walton.

I sampled heavily from Mercedes M. Yardley's ode to KM Walton.

Go here to bunny trail your way to the song. (or just go straight to the music)

Enjoy.

m

A Thank You To My Readers (Friends!)

Wow, this first-ever vault into the wooly world of blogging has been incredible! And it's because of you groovy cats out there reading this.

So please allow me to offer you tangible thanks in the form of this:



Consider it my early Christmas present 'cause I couldn't wait.

Atmosphere and Sonic Explosions

Making music has some interesting similarities to writing fiction.

Particularly: "Where do your ideas come from?"

Honestly it's as if they came straight from the aether without preamble or consideration. You can sense the imminence of it all, the crackle of electricity in the air.

You pick up the guitar or open the notebook. The page is still blank, the notes are still hidden. But they are right there, waiting.

The shiver of purpose and meaning gaining momentum like a pressure from the air around you and suddenly you make something like this.

I Make My Own Soundtrack

When I'm not writing, or having fun with my growing family, or reading, or getting lost on the internet, I'm playing guitar.

My wife and I have a band. We're pretty good, i suppose. I like us. Lots of other bands like us. I bet your mom likes us too. Unless she likes Justin Bieber.

That being said, I watched "Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon" one too many times and made this.
I'd say it's a mix between Sigur Ros and Yo Yo Ma.