Derek Virgo | Pieces

This is an original song I wrote today- and for the first time, am sharing my first take... as in, my first time singing it.
I'm also sharing the rawest form of audio I can create... which is quite literally the voice memo recording app on the iPhone- sitting on top of the piano.
Sorry- not sorry.
If you caught the first 20 seconds of the video, before I start sharing the still image I took of my notebook- I am referring to the fact that I think that I am missing an opportunity to be vulnerable if I am only ever delivering my rehearsed, revised, versions of what I've written.
These thoughts and emotions came to me today- as I was sitting with my dog this morning, reflecting on having spent the last two and a half years trying to claw back as much of my old life as I could... which has been, at times beyond physically and emotionally exhausting.
Yesterday, I was lying face down on an operating table at a Toronto hospital, receiving facet injections in my lumbar spine- to see if they might be able to help me manage some of my chronic pain I experience daily. I'm still hoping.
But as I was lying there- and all day long after- and into this morning, until I had an opportunity to sit and write these words, I couldn't help but feel like I was just watching pieces of my own self fall apart.
This is not meant to sound like a cry for help. But rather, a demonstration of my attempt to own some of those emotions by turning them into art in a way that brings me some peace.
I have a few people to thank for that teaching me that lesson- especially my favourite tattoo artist...
I'd normally include lyrics here, but they're in the frame. Enjoy.