Endless Joy: A Letter To Frank Ocean by Thierry Thompson

I recently saw you at Panorama NYC. I was standing on the left side of the park on the hill under a big tree. I sang every song.

In the summer 2012, you released Channel Orange, an album I didn't know would mean as much to me as it did. The album became the soundtrack to my decent into depression. It was the summer of forgetting her. It was the summer of forgetting myself.

As I stood on that hill singing "Self Control" with you, I remembered everything. 

I remembered every empty moment in my room singing "Sweet Life" to the point that now it honestly makes me wanna cry every time I hear it. Lying in my room watching the stillness.

I could always picture the monks in the moshpit, and one day I’m gonna draw them.

I waited as long as you needed for Blonde.

I listened so intently because it sounded SO GOOD in the darkness I was in.

It filled it up. It made the monsters sit calmly. So to you.

I’ll give it to you one day somehow.

A tribute. A thank you.

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There's Something Beautiful About Being Alive by Thierry Thompson

I don't think I say that enough. 

A few days ago, I had to drop off my younger sister to some family in DC. Honestly, I was dreading it. I've been so stressed trying to get my life together and so busy beating myself up about being more productive with my art that the sudden, inescapable 4-hour bus ride (and 4+ hour return trip) was nothing less of a complete nightmare in my mind.

"Right now!? But I have so much to do!" - ME

That's what I thought. I felt that the only thing this trip offered me was a huge inconvenience.

But...I was wrong.

I can only sleep for around 20-30 minutes in an upright seated position. So eventually, I found my self awake and gazing out of the window at a different place. Where were we? I didn't know. The conductor doesn't announce the crossing of states. Plus, it's an express bus to DC...there are no stops. Not for gas. Not for stretching. You just go. So everything I saw outside was just foreign...and stunning.

Two hours in, my sister was still fast asleep while I contemplated my place in the universe. I thought about the towns we rolled through and how many millions of people were living there. Who was hanging out on their front porch? Who had a fight with their spouse? Who was trying their best down there? I got lost in their stories. That river looks good for swimming in. Someone and their dog should go do that. I hope they do. I see a boat. Maybe that's them. Good for you guys.

Damn...I'd Forgotten.

I'd forgotten that life is about more than scrolling on Twitter looking at who liked that thing I said. It's more than catching up on shows and procrastinating emails. It's more than stressing about things you can't control.

There's a flower out there that really needs you to smell how good it smells because it worked really hard all spring to be that fragrant. There's a little kid who's trying to re-tell a joke and she's not very good at it, but you're both gonna laugh anyway cuz it's adorable. There's a warmth from all that sun you soaked up during that walk and you get to keep with you all day.

I Remembered What Life Really Was. It's Beautiful.

And every tree we sped by told me to live and I listened because they had all been here longer than I had. 


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