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Well hello again.

I’ve neglected tumblr for some time now.  Not sure why, as I quite like the design and organization of the whole thing.  There’s so much to be doing these days.  

7 months ago
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Imogen Heap road trip

planning a trip for Immi fans that will be around the northwest in June.  Boise to Denver to SLC and back with stops picking up fans on the way and in between. Let me know if you’re interested. 

2 years ago
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i must be blind

as of right now. I can’t figure out where the text box is to write notes. Weird. Laaame.  :( 

2 years ago
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R.I.P. dear father.  It happened a little over a week ago.  I stumbled out of bed and met him in his in the living room.  Oxygen tanks breathing.  The smell of mom’s morning latte.  I held his hand and watched him take two last breaths.  And that was it.  He was gone.  I looked at my mom and just started crying. We held each other in this weird haze just crying… as his body lay there. His spirit gone off… somewhere.  I understand that nothing is permanent. That change is constant.  But standing there looking at his body, half expecting his chest to be raising and falling with breath, I couldn’t help but wonder - where did you go? 

R.I.P. dear father.  It happened a little over a week ago.  I stumbled out of bed and met him in his in the living room.  Oxygen tanks breathing.  The smell of mom’s morning latte.  I held his hand and watched him take two last breaths.  And that was it.  He was gone.  I looked at my mom and just started crying. We held each other in this weird haze just crying… as his body lay there. His spirit gone off… somewhere.  I understand that nothing is permanent. That change is constant.  But standing there looking at his body, half expecting his chest to be raising and falling with breath, I couldn’t help but wonder - where did you go? 

2 years ago
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that thing, it’s missing.

longing for inspiration to come back to me. haven’t sat down with my guitar for some time.  i haven’t talked to a friend of mine for some time now either, a dear friend.  she inspired me so much, intriguing, strong, beautiful both inside and out.  and i fucked it up i guess.  or she’s just busy.  and it’s the time and space thing that got me into this ordeal. we were fine.  we were so good.  i thought so, at least. and now, now i’ve caught myself tearing up on the way to work and dialing her number.  mail box full.  of course.  that’s life i guess.  i’d always been nervous to call any other time.  but it was just one of those moments where you find yourself reminiscing and unable to resist that urge to just pick up the phone and say hello, i miss you. 

11 months ago
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Well, well, well

you just never know who has a recording studio in there house. Do you? I met two people today.  

2 years ago
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Umm

right, how do you right a note on someone else’s post? :p 

2 years ago
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sleep?

just wondering why it is that I can't bring myself to shut down the computer and turn out the light?
2 years ago
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Imogen Heap’s “Mic Check”  

2 years ago
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