Dear Twenty One Pilots,
(Especially Tyler, because he was playing the piano.)
Driving to out to our local ski hill the other day your Sirius XM concert playing in my car caught me. And it caught me completely off guard.
The piano. The piano was what caught me.
Tyler, whoever you are, thank you. Thank you for the piano. Thank you for the "Don't Be afraid." Stella told me that title of that song is called Taxi Cab, and that it is her favorite song. (by you.)
Stella is one of my 14 year old twin's.
Last March, my mom died. She contracted Spinal Meningitis and was gone from our lives in two weeks. My Mom was a music fiend, and a coveted piano teacher in our tiny town. More importantly, she was Stellas piano teacher. Since she was seven years old, Stella had her Grandma teaching her piano. They were bonded by a deep love of music. Both of them fluent in the language that transcends language. And when we lost her, Stella fell apart. We all fell apart. But Stella fell in a way that made her passion for music painful. We are almost at the one year mark of that loss, which also falls days after her birthday. Near a year of mourning, and sorrow. Fear of what was coming, and what we will never have again. It has been hell.
But, Twenty One Pilots, we believe in ghosts. We know that the dead speak to us. We know that they are familiar with what we hear, and when we pay attention. In this case, it was you. Your concert was playing each time I got into my car. For FIVE DAYS.
No shit.
Five Days Twenty One Pilots. I could probably repeat the entire concert. The first time I was like 'Wow, this is amazing' and I cried. The second time I was like, 'Wow, this is incredible' and I cried. The third time, I was all like ' ALRIGHT! Alright, I hear you!'
I too am an advocate for journaling. This part of your concert was for my Baby Sister. She has vacillated between which path she wants to pursue. She has been fearful, and unsure about who she is and what she is supposed to be doing. Then I hear the bit about 'Entertain My Faith.' That is for her. Wow. Thank you for that. For the piano. Entertain my faith. Oh man.
And just when I am sure I heard everything my Mom was trying to tell me, I hear you, Tyler, talking about the end of the driveway. My Blood. Kids, I love this song. I mean, I loved it the moment it was released. But to hear it as it began, raw. It moved me. I have had to defend my family this past year. "When choices end, you must defend, I'll grab my bat and go with you." This was for me. "Stay with me my blood."
And the piano.
Damn it.
Ok Mom, I hear you.
Well, obviously Grandma wanted Stella to hear what you were saying in that set. So I tell her we are going to listen to it. 'Mom, I don't want to cry! Please, I can't.'
But I, a magnificent mother, turn it on.
Twenty One Pilots, (especially Tyler because he was playing the piano) the moment she heard the piano, and the stories behind the music she adores, she relented. Sobbing with sorrow, and joy, and fear she sat down at our piano and played it. For the first time in almost a year. She cried, and her beautiful fingers moved along the places her grandma's once did. And in between those moments of emotional torment and pure peace I watched my darling daughter grow. I watched her struggling, watched her try and ignore the message that you were delivering. I imagine that is what a Pheniox looks like as it is transforming.
As my mother was lying in the hospital, a dear friend of mine cried with me and said; "The thing about timing, is it's very precise."
Timing is indeed very precise.
Thank you Twenty One Pilots. Thank you for helping my Stella, my Baby Sister, and me to hear what our Ghosts are telling us. "Don't Be Afraid", "Entertain My Faith", and "Stay With Me, My Blood."
Thank you Twenty One Pilots.
Thank you The Powers That Be.
Thank You Mom.
Oh, and Tyler if you need to pick up some extra work, I am in the market for a piano teacher.
(Especially Tyler, because he was playing the piano.)
Driving to out to our local ski hill the other day your Sirius XM concert playing in my car caught me. And it caught me completely off guard.
The piano. The piano was what caught me.
Tyler, whoever you are, thank you. Thank you for the piano. Thank you for the "Don't Be afraid." Stella told me that title of that song is called Taxi Cab, and that it is her favorite song. (by you.)
Stella is one of my 14 year old twin's.
Last March, my mom died. She contracted Spinal Meningitis and was gone from our lives in two weeks. My Mom was a music fiend, and a coveted piano teacher in our tiny town. More importantly, she was Stellas piano teacher. Since she was seven years old, Stella had her Grandma teaching her piano. They were bonded by a deep love of music. Both of them fluent in the language that transcends language. And when we lost her, Stella fell apart. We all fell apart. But Stella fell in a way that made her passion for music painful. We are almost at the one year mark of that loss, which also falls days after her birthday. Near a year of mourning, and sorrow. Fear of what was coming, and what we will never have again. It has been hell.
But, Twenty One Pilots, we believe in ghosts. We know that the dead speak to us. We know that they are familiar with what we hear, and when we pay attention. In this case, it was you. Your concert was playing each time I got into my car. For FIVE DAYS.
No shit.
Five Days Twenty One Pilots. I could probably repeat the entire concert. The first time I was like 'Wow, this is amazing' and I cried. The second time I was like, 'Wow, this is incredible' and I cried. The third time, I was all like ' ALRIGHT! Alright, I hear you!'
I too am an advocate for journaling. This part of your concert was for my Baby Sister. She has vacillated between which path she wants to pursue. She has been fearful, and unsure about who she is and what she is supposed to be doing. Then I hear the bit about 'Entertain My Faith.' That is for her. Wow. Thank you for that. For the piano. Entertain my faith. Oh man.
And just when I am sure I heard everything my Mom was trying to tell me, I hear you, Tyler, talking about the end of the driveway. My Blood. Kids, I love this song. I mean, I loved it the moment it was released. But to hear it as it began, raw. It moved me. I have had to defend my family this past year. "When choices end, you must defend, I'll grab my bat and go with you." This was for me. "Stay with me my blood."
And the piano.
Damn it.
Ok Mom, I hear you.
Well, obviously Grandma wanted Stella to hear what you were saying in that set. So I tell her we are going to listen to it. 'Mom, I don't want to cry! Please, I can't.'
But I, a magnificent mother, turn it on.
Twenty One Pilots, (especially Tyler because he was playing the piano) the moment she heard the piano, and the stories behind the music she adores, she relented. Sobbing with sorrow, and joy, and fear she sat down at our piano and played it. For the first time in almost a year. She cried, and her beautiful fingers moved along the places her grandma's once did. And in between those moments of emotional torment and pure peace I watched my darling daughter grow. I watched her struggling, watched her try and ignore the message that you were delivering. I imagine that is what a Pheniox looks like as it is transforming.
As my mother was lying in the hospital, a dear friend of mine cried with me and said; "The thing about timing, is it's very precise."
Timing is indeed very precise.
Thank you Twenty One Pilots. Thank you for helping my Stella, my Baby Sister, and me to hear what our Ghosts are telling us. "Don't Be Afraid", "Entertain My Faith", and "Stay With Me, My Blood."
Thank you Twenty One Pilots.
Thank you The Powers That Be.
Thank You Mom.
Oh, and Tyler if you need to pick up some extra work, I am in the market for a piano teacher.
