I recently discovered the first song I ever wrote called "Our Melody". This had to be around 2008 in New York City while I was living in a tiny, shoebox apartment on 56th st. between 8th and 9th avenue. My friend had left his banjo at my apartment and I decided to pick it up and give it a shot. I did not know how to play it, so I played it like I would a guitar (didn't know how to really play a guitar either) and made a makeshift pick out of a piece cardboard. I googled a few basic chords and let the words fall out. I had been writing for a while, little poems or half assed journal entries, but this was the first time I put something to music. This song was my gateway drug into learning how to communicate and to understand my feelings properly. I've come a long way since then, but listening to this song, I can still remember that girl, that time of my life. It's incredible - it's like when you smell a perfume or scent that flashes you right back to a distant memory, like it we're yesterday. That's what this song did to me. I am so thankful for this song and where it's brought me today. It's no Dylan, but it means the world to me. I hope you can enjoy it, too, for all it's worth.