I have always loved dissonance in art. Especially music, but also other media and experiences.

My love for chaos comes from early punk years and rebelling any chance I had. Anarchy and activism, piercings and hair glue, finding stupid reasons to run from authority in a small college town. I held on to these internal desires to thrash, rebel, destroy, and rebuild.

While I'm often much more reserved, soft, and easy going than that past life, I like to think I find my own ways to rebel.

One thing that many people don't see from the outside about the punk community is kindness. That kindness is something I carry with me more than my desire to destroy. I know friends I haven't spoken to in 20 years that I could call up for a couch to surf tonight - the same guys that I slept 6 to a bedroom with (not because we had to as much as we said we did, but because of the camaraderie.) A few I helped through tough spots, and a few that helped me as well. I think that kindness that I received and still carry is my own kind of rebellion. In an ugly and angry world, kindness is the rebellious act.

I guess I eventually meant to say that kindness is sometimes dissonant, and that's it my favorite kind of dissonant experience.