The season of silence descended on a world that was asleep in 2020. You remember. Masks. Lockdowns. Censorship.

But the silencing began years, decades, even before. For me, it began in 2007. 

My experiences led me to utterly detest politics. I thought I was about 95% an anarchist with a little American revolutionary fit in. In retrospect, I would be more accurately defined as a political agnostic, but the American rebel in me was stronger than I knew.

I didn’t vote. I voted in probably a primary on an in-between year when I turned 18 to say I could do it, but it didn’t mean anything. After my attack, I really didn’t vote. I didn’t think it mattered at all. I knew there was corruption from the top to the bottom. I didn’t think anyone was willing to end it.

But I knew there was something wrong with society. It wasn’t one thing. It was a thousand things. A million things. Little moments that just fell off. The spirit was talking to me, though I didn’t know it.

Thoughts turned into phrases. Phrases turned into lyrics. Many of those lyrics never became a full song, but some of them did. One in particular, was a song called, bandwagon belief system. 

I remember sitting in a craft service tent at some random Hollywood extras call eavesdropping on the people around me. It wasn’t necessarily a specific thing someone said, it was the way they spoke. A know-it-all spirit that seemed to think they had the answers for everything. I didn’t have all the answers, but I knew they sure didn’t.

The feeling that society was just all wrong only grew over the years. More life experiences. More little moments. More thoughts, phrases, lyrics, and sometimes songs.

We’ll get into more of that if you continue on this journey with me. But today, I just wanted to give you the impetus, the start of my season of silence and how now is the time it must end.