Landfill (o.dawn.i cover).

This is a cover of “Landfill” by Daughter from their EP, His Young Heart. Daughter is one of my favorite newly discovered bands.

Performed and recorded by o.dawn.i September 6th (guitar) and September 14th (vocals) , 2013.

Photo made by o.dawn.i April, 2013.

The love he found.

of my 3 dear brothers, i’ve spent the most time with Anton (Tony). we used to fight as kids. all the time. but, just before he left for college and i was starting high school, he and i formed a bond. seemingly, all of a sudden. we got along. we composed songs. he played guitar, i sang. the lyrics were fraught with teenage angst-y metaphors like being locked in a tower. and someone threw away the key. (deep stuff) he never judged.

over the past 10 years, tony and i have lived together 3 times. we lived together for a few years recently, until he moved out early this year. and moved in with the love of his life: Sarah.

i’ll miss his infectious laughter. his frustrating logic and solution-oriented responses when all i want to do is vent. i’ll miss lobbing back-and-forth the made-up words and strange sounds we’ve acquired over the years.

i’ve been hoping for Tony to find his partner. and i’ve often wondered what she would be like. i wanted her to be fun, kind, intelligent, caring, social, a traveler, and family-oriented. Sarah is all of those things. all of those things and more. she’s a beautiful person. she has become one of my best friends. and now. she’s my sister. she’s the love that Tony found. she’s the love he married on July 13th, 2013.

i have never seen him happier.



Photos by Molly Landreth.


This is a cover of “Youth” by Daughter from their album, If You Leave. Daughter is possibly my favorite newly-discovered band of 2013.

Performed and recorded by o.dawn.i August 1st, 2013.
Photo made by o.dawn.i December 2012.

I think, rain.

I wrote this around the time that I started playing piano again. It’s the first and only instrumental song I’ve written and recorded to date. I use to feel that I had to have lyrics when writing songs. I clung to words as the skeletal element; the scaffolding. At some point music-making morphed into a more fluid process. Words fell away. My instruments wanted to sing. And I wanted to listen.

Song written, performed, and recorded by o.dawn.i Thursday, February 23rd, 2012.
Photo made by o.dawn.i Tuesday, April 27th, 2010.

I’ve waited for.

This is a stripped down cover of a Lamb song. One of my most favorite songs. Ever.

Song performed and recorded by o.dawn.i Wednesday, January 23rd, 2013.

Photo made by o.dawn.i Thursday, March 22nd, 2012.

Broken hearts & instruments.

Broken hearts + instruments = BFF’s.

Performed and recorded by o.dawn.i on January 25th, 2010.

*If you would like to link to or use this song, please contact me first.*

Just like love.

Another old skool lofi song I wrote. Oh, love. Young young love.

Performed and recorded by o.dawn.i on June 18th, 2009.

*If you would like to link to or use this song, please contact me first.*

Your heart’s race.

I don’t remember your face, the way it smelled
– forehead on chin –
I squint, and take deep breaths.

I forget the sound of our voices
lobbing words, and word strings;
how they play as bed mates – laced harmonic interruptions.

The rise and fall and rise
of your chest
fall and rise,
and fallandrise.

racing with your heart’s race.

Written – just now – Tuesday, April 30th, 2013 at home, with a glass of red wine, in my pj’s.

Your heart's race.
Photo made Sunday, December 30th, 2012, in Baguio, The Philippines.

Glittered in flirty.

Over-hearing dates. First dates. are obvious. The fidgeting. The extra diaphragm push when (s)he laughs. The extra laughs between not-so-funny things (s)he says. Because it’s cute. To laugh. You’re more attractive with sparkle. With those ruddy-blushed cheeks. bundled up to your peepers. Glittered in flirty.

Written Wednesday, December 19th, 2012 @ Smith.
Edited Saturday, January 19th & Sunday, March 24th, 2013 @ Smith.


Photo taken Sunday, September 23rd, 2012. Georgetown.

This space.

What do I do with this space?
Where there was you, I suffocate.

Written Sunday, March 17th, 2013.

Photo taken early January, 2013.