Ryan Dishen

Folk, Punk, Music, Boredom.

Frank Turner Cover- The Way I Tend To Be (off Tape Deck Heart)

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In the home studio.

In the home studio.

West Coast Cali- 35mm

West Coast Cali- 35mm

Ryan Dishen

—Death is a Holiday

“My friends don’t you let it bring you down.”

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Wagon Wheel Cover.

“An artist is always alone- if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.” -Henry Miller

“An artist is always alone- if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.” -Henry Miller

I wave to the Pacific perched on my rocky lookout.  It accepts my greeting and waves back at me.  The grim fog swirls around my figure as I tap some mud off of my new shoes.  Nothing stays new.  I welcome this concept as I reminisce on my days of youth, the days of wandering aimlessly around such familiar settings and drowning in the shallowest of pools.  I have returned to this formidable despair with an aged sense of hope, an old fashioned desire for passion and a startling calm that somehow grounds me.  I run my hand along the shore’s gravel and admire the gull’s ability to find contentment with its sole purpose, survival. No fancy distractions.  It makes adequate use of its existence.  I break with each set and recreate myself with every gust of wind that stirs the salty air through my soul.  I think of the cities that recently contained and confined me, opening up my ribcage and exposing my insides to the spectators.  I’ve returned to the edge of the Western World, the final frontier, the land that raised me.  It’s where I experienced my first flirtations with reality.  I succumb to every stale emotion and combat my dreary days of anguished adolescents with my knowledge of the new.  The taste is still on my lips and I spit its flavor onto the freshly washed reef underneath my feet.  I am honored to receive its consistent hospitality, welcoming me and accepting me every time I return.  Together we change but time has no meaning here, not a beginning, not an end, but a constant flow of evolution.  It has a voice, a beautiful one, and if you listen closely you can hear it sing.  Its song is life, it’s death, it’s love and it’s the pain that only love can bring.  It’s that longing for understanding and the brief moments of perfection.  It’s looking into the eyes of an angel… -Ryan Dishen

I wave to the Pacific perched on my rocky lookout.  It accepts my greeting and waves back at me.  The grim fog swirls around my figure as I tap some mud off of my new shoes.  Nothing stays new.  I welcome this concept as I reminisce on my days of youth, the days of wandering aimlessly around such familiar settings and drowning in the shallowest of pools. 

I have returned to this formidable despair with an aged sense of hope, an old fashioned desire for passion and a startling calm that somehow grounds me.  I run my hand along the shore’s gravel and admire the gull’s ability to find contentment with its sole purpose, survival. No fancy distractions.  It makes adequate use of its existence.  I break with each set and recreate myself with every gust of wind that stirs the salty air through my soul. 

I think of the cities that recently contained and confined me, opening up my ribcage and exposing my insides to the spectators.  I’ve returned to the edge of the Western World, the final frontier, the land that raised me.  It’s where I experienced my first flirtations with reality.  I succumb to every stale emotion and combat my dreary days of anguished adolescents with my knowledge of the new.  The taste is still on my lips and I spit its flavor onto the freshly washed reef underneath my feet.  I am honored to receive its consistent hospitality, welcoming me and accepting me every time I return. 

Together we change but time has no meaning here, not a beginning, not an end, but a constant flow of evolution.  It has a voice, a beautiful one, and if you listen closely you can hear it sing.  Its song is life, it’s death, it’s love and it’s the pain that only love can bring.  It’s that longing for understanding and the brief moments of perfection.  It’s looking into the eyes of an angel…

-Ryan Dishen

Newcastle, England! (August 2012)

Newcastle, England! (August 2012)