Plans

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Brian and I have a tendency to think big. Our minds constantly producing and throwing away expansive thoughts and dreams. While mostly it is a blessing, it is also a curse. It creates discontentment and dissatisfaction with the world around us. It makes us constantly question, "Are we doing enough with this life?" The image above represents an idea that is sticking. An idea that has burrowed itself deep in our brain and our soul.

The Healing is Right

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I came across two mirrors facing each other when I was young. It was in a hotel, but nonetheless beautiful. It was the first time something didn't end, or the first time I was actually faced with it. You look into space, and you see stars. Few of us look into space and think about seeing everything, for miles. That's how I felt while staring into the mirrors, moving my arms, moving my lips, asking my mother about it. That's how I feel with music. It's endless and all-encompassing. There is something in it that can never be nothing. What I mean is that so often there is an end in what we do. When the song ends, the music did not complete itself. Music is a representation of a feeling for me that doesn't ever express itself in any other way. It's a look, a feeling that desires to never see an end. That's the pull.

I think every musician questions music. Why they feel the need to create it. Why that bubble pops during the day and there's nothing that can resolve the anxiety other than creating it. Lately, every single day I've experienced that rush of tension. And the tension only grows from 1pm, to 2pm, to 3pm and on until I'm home. And the odd thing about all of this? Sometimes I don't relieve it. Sometimes I become trapped in something else that keeps the struggle going. So strange. So backwards. But most of the time, deliberate.

Creating music is never relaxing for me. It's a well I have to dig every time I start. No, it's a simple wall that I add bricks to, never seeing the beginning or end. Because polarity doesn't exist here. That's the most thrilling thing to me. Being stuck in between mirrors for a period of time.

Perfect Home

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for Janelle

Rest Peace Open Silence

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I've become a bit obsessed with writing on my walls as of late. The sheer possibilities of that giant canvas. The benefits of making lists, writing lyrics, doodling nonsense that cannot be tucked away and forgotten. I know that soon I will paint over it. It has no lasting affects. But for right now it serves as a notepad. As an outlet. As a canvas. As a wall.

From The Lake to The Land

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This song is the second of four I'm writing for someone. I decided to relate a video to it, all public domain material I pulled from and tried to create a story with. Mexico was a very interesting place in the '30s, from what I could tell. A smoky, rustic, and romantic place. Let's go there, what do you say?

War

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I was given a drafting table from a friend's parents yesterday. Right now there's a few pictures from an antique book I bought "Nations at War", on the table ready to get my full attention.

 (picture not taken from the book, but has the same feeling)

The book explains, from all viewpoints, World War I, and other military related events from that era. I'm sure it's biased, but I picked it up to gather visual ideas. I'm planning on doing a couple pencil sketches of certain pictures, combining it with other pictures. Less of a collage, more of a single picture made up of two events.

I think it's pretty interesting to try and take an extreme event that changed the world to call your own. And suddenly history has been shifted a bit in your brain because now, what was stored thought, is physical. I could sell it and make profit from an idea I have about World War I.

Maybe I'll be posting some of the sketches. Maybe I'll write some music to it. Whatever it is, I'll release it all for free, of course.

Current/Future Projects and Contributers/Collaborators

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The Quiet City - Album
(Poetry)
(Photography)
(Video)

Winter Weight - Album
(Video)

Ash - Film

Untitled Piano - Album

Chicago Lyrics Installation - Art project

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We The Living - Band
(wetheliving.com)

Mitch Buss - Filmmaker

Danielle Freeman - Photographer
(http://www.facebook.com/#!/free.spoon?ref=ts)

Justin Nijm - Filmmaker

Andrew Milam - Poet

Nick Morawiecki - Musician/Artist

Alec Lacasse - Musician

Amanda Kruse - Producer

Brian Henderson - Filmmaker

Claire Smalley - Producer


-If you would like to collaborate with or contribute to Flights AV, email us at brian@flightsav.com or eric@flightsav.com-


we're just getting started.

Fingers

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There's clarity in organization. Setting goals and benchmarks to attain are nothing more than extending your thoughts to something tangible. For me, something seems just a little closer once I get it down on paper. The subtle cue to my brain, "this is something that has to get done", from my fingers moving the pen. It is focused intention.

My days seem to double in time when I manage my fingers to make these simple movements. It's not the solution, but one of them. Technology is a great tool, but ink and paper is an immeasurably greater tool.

Flights AV is continually finding its fingers.

Madventures

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As I watch the travel channel I am always inspired to seek out and explore those places on this earth that I have yet to see, that I have yet to feel. While on a trip to Mexico with my family I had a lot of time to think. There's always something about being in a foreign place that allows to see more clearly the life that you are all too familiar with. The realization that I arrived upon was this: My life is not just a series of goals to be met. This may seem like common sense to most but to me goals are what have driven my entire life up to this point. The goal to go to Berklee, graduate, marry the girl of my dreams, become a professional music etc...and while these goals are certainly very good and I will never live my life with nothing ahead on the horizon I've realized that, while I'm continually looking ahead to these goals and landmarks in my life, life is happening. So, now, as I live each day I am continually trying to remain present. Remain in the here and now. Making sure that I don't let it pass me by. Because the journey is so much longer, than the destination.

Glass

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Worked on a few pieces yesterday, one specifically for the garden in Millennium Park. I love the serenity that flows from shrub to flower to tree, recycling itself with the wind. I think I can pinpoint it in one word, glassy.



I'm not sure why that word comes to mind, but it seemed to work when referencing it in trying to find sounds and samples to complete the picture. Actually, it wasn't always directly used, but rather a framework to build on.

Will have the website up soon. Will have music, music, music, music and videos up as well. Looking forward to sharing more with you.

Eric and Brian visit The Sky Deck

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Our trip to the Skydeck.

Photos by Kate Loehrer

Website preview #1

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