I’m gonna needlessly give people extra assurances of any facts I pass on to them.

“Is it raining?”

“Yeah, I was just outside and it’s pouring.”

“Okay.”

“No, I’m positive, it’s definitely raining.”

“Alright.”

“I swear to you! Look at me! I’m wet! WET!”

“. . .”

“It is raining.”

I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna start a podcast. It’s gonna be all about sharing songs I like with other folks. Of course some of my own material will get slipped in there as well. The genre will be all over the place – like my musical tastes. I’ve been toying with the idea of a name thats related to the expected variety of genres. Hmmmm . . .

Stay tuned for more info.

Recently, I was at a mass interview/discussion with some other artists. Here are some of the questions we were asked along with my answers

Where did your name come from and what does it mean?
When I was younger I had dreams of being a grafitti artist. I wanted to put up these meaningful symbol-filled murals and stuff. The first step, of course, was coming up with a tag. I made 2. The first was already my generic internet tag. I came up a way to write it that I thought looked good. The second was Ahd. I liked the word “odd” as a name, but I couldn’t write it in a way I found apealling, so I went with an alternate spelling. “Ahd” was the short version and “Ahd Child” was the full version. The way it’s written in my logo is the same way I wrote it back then. When I started making music, I went by my internet tag first, but many people didn’t seem to know how to pronounce it, so I switched to Ahd Child (which isn’t a whole lot better in that regard, but oh well).

How and why did you start writing/poetry/music?
It seems like a lot of other people (at least in hip hop) were inspired to start rhyming by one particular person. I had no plans of writing poetry or music. I started writing poems in high school because one day I had an idea for a poem. Years later, after I hadn’t been writing for a while, I got an idea for a verse. I got home, finished writing it and recorded it using an instrumental from a CD single (remember those) and a free program I had downloaded. From that point on I started writing and recording songs for fun. As time went by, I got better and began to make my own music. Eventually I realized that this was something I could take seriously.

Why do you share your work (on stage, in writing, etc.)?
When I first started making songs, it was for fun. I’d share them with friends to hopefully get good reactions, and that was it. I just wanted people to hear this cool thing I made. Nowadays, of course that’s still part of the reason I share – it feels good when people complement your work – but it’s not the only reason. In every song I make, I try to communicate some idea or emotion. I try to make people see things in a way they haven’t before. I share my music because it is what I have to say to people – it contains my words to the world. It still feels good when someone says “I like your song” but it feels better when I hear things like “you really made me think.”

Less than one minute ago, I made a decision. It wasn’t a big decision, no, it was a very small one. I decided to blog. No, I didn’t decide to blog more often, despite my sparse postings for the last few months. I decided that I would write a single post immediately. What makes this decision significant is the motivation behind it – or the lack of motivation. I had no topic in mind to write on, no question, I just decided to blog.

OK, it’s not actually that significant, but pretending it was helped me get the ball rolling. I got a whole paragraph out of that. So now, I’m in my second paragraph of an insignificant post. At this point I’m wondering how I can salvage significance. Maybe I should turn this into a confession of my lack of motivation when it comes to blogging lately – but nah, that seems like the cheap way out. I feel like there is some super creative and maybe even witty solution that will bring me the satisfaction of a job well done and that will bring you, who have somehow wondered into my written world, the satisfaction of a read worth the past 5 minutes of your life.

Maybe I should take this opportunity to apologize. I’m sorry I wasted your time. Phew! Now if, despite my efforts, you decide you didn’t like this post when you get to the end, you’ll think “well he did say he was wasting my time and he did apologize.” But, if you somehow arrive at the conclusion that this collection of words added value to your life, you’ll think even higher of me because of my self-debasement and modesty.

Ahh, I’ve gone and messed things up. How can I expect you to objectively arrive at either conclusion now? I just walked you down a path towards a fork in the road and arrogantly assured you “you’ll go that way or the other way.” Now, to spite me, most people would abandon the path and run through the woods, forging their own way, because nowadays we are so obsessed with “straying off the beaten path” that we will do it even if everyone else is doing it.

Well, now that I have covered every possible outcome and made sure that I’ll be right no matter what happens, I think it’s time to end this thing.