The Nerve
There is a very clear picture of a time in my life where new horizons and opportunities and friends adorn a furnished and well-loved room in my heart.
Many years ago, in another chapter of my life, a friend of mine said the words “parallel lives” which is true. He had made many friends over the years, in many places. I hadn’t seen him in quite a long time, and I apologized for my absence from his life, to which he replied those words.
Parallel lives.
I am much older now, than I was when he first said those words to me. I was a pup. I was in my early twenties.
This song, like my memories, are a strange and imperfect time capsule. I can still feel this empty space in my chest, something I felt a lot in that time of my life, as I listen to this song.
Late night dive bars with cheap drinks. Hangovers. Playing music crisscross apple sauce on the floor. Open mics. House parties. Helping a friend move their piano upstairs. Writing music. Going to shows. Trying to make new friends.
I made new friends. It was good. It is good.
Parallel lives but it still occupies this room in my heart.
WHO IS MIKE VITALE?
I am a storyteller, songwriter, singer, music producer, traveling musician, Jungian dream analyst, all-around curious fellow (Spiritual, Mathematical Historical, Scientific), Taoist, and much much more, based out of Los Angeles, California. I’m constantly releasing new music, in all sorts of different genres. You can listen to me below, on Spotify: