There is a day in every person’s life when they must adapt. They must change, grow, move on, groove to a different mixtape, listen to albums beyond the 80’s, stop playing God of War on god-mode, read beyond James Joyce and J.M. Barrie, and say goodbye to Toby Maguire’s Spider-Man.

Today is not that day.
Today is a day to dig deep into the comfort and mundane and core shenanigans of my life and to bring with it a challenge.
I have been a piano player and singer and harmonic-neck-piece whatchamacallit for most of my life, which is not exceptionally long, because I am only 23-years-old. I have performed in Battle of the Bands, high school and college musicals and plays, and I’ve played loudly for my folks keeping up until the dead and annoyance of early morning. One of my favorite musical endeavors, though, was something I have never shared to anyone beyond my family.

When my brother Ben moved to Chicago, I missed him. It sucked. I continued practicing more piano. We still talked and gamed and gabbed, but it still was a pain to be away. You’ve heard the story, yes, but this one has a strange twist that led to a wild and wonderful hobby– at least, I thought it was wonderful. I decided to record songs and send them to my brother via Gmail and audio recordings from my phone. If that wasn’t enough, I created a radio personality, of myself, introducing myself, (yes, I realize this sounds nuts, but I swear I am mostly sane and not completely bonkers!) and the entire thing became known as BSR or “Ben Spanner Radio.”

In this blog, I would finally like to share those recordings as well as create new ones. Hopefully, I can even try finally writing my own songs, of which have been mostly terrifying and failures so far. I’m not sure if anyone will listen to them outside of my required classmates and my Professor, but so we go.

Thank you for listening. Frasier Crane signing off.

              

Let’s do this thing.