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Official music video for Verge out now on YouTube!

Thank you Adam

Dear fellow hootowls and Adam,

I’m going through a very hard time right now. Not going to go into detail but my dad hasn’t really been a dad to me or my brothers. Adam’s song this isn’t the end basically explains my life/situation. The first time I heard this isn’t the end I basically burst into tears. I’ve forgiven my dad and I’m trying to move on but its really hard. Just like the lyric says, my dad doesn’t even deserve the title “father”. My life isn’t the best but neither was Jesus’. Jesus got accused, spat on, and killed. He let that happen so that we could have a relationship with God again. Anyway thanks Adam. Your music has helped me through these difficult times. I know beautiful times are coming.

Sincerely,

Addison

Verge video

The Verge video is quite poignant, I think. It captured well that feeling of excitement in starting the next chapter of your life. I love all the possible interests and careers that were included. I think we can all identify with ourselves somewhere in there. Any surprise to you that I would have been the boy at the blackboard with all the equations? Lol!

But when I switch to my parent shoes, watching it has made me quite sad. My eldest graduated college and is moving across the US to California soon and my son is graduating high school and will be starting college on the other side of Pennsylvania this fall. I am on the “Verge” as well but I’m not sure it is a verge that I’m ready for.

So if you see your parents and family getting weepy over your “Verge” moment, please indulge them. It is bittersweet.

I met Adam Young

To Violet, Kira, Vanessa, Lina, Tammy, Katie, Aundrea, Kenta and Hannah, thank you for everything.

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Have you ever experienced the feeling of a sudden army of butterflies invading your stomach when you’re nervous? Triple that up, and you’ll feel how it was like in my shoe exactly three weeks ago, the 8th of May 2015.

Cue the tissues.

Every so often back then, I would sit alone in my room writing about how astonishing it would be to meet Adam and possibly ask him for a hug. Before, I’d have everything planned out— from what I’m going to say, to what I’m going to give. Then reality would hit me like a freight train that I can probably never even meet him, so why even bother writing?

Who would have known that after 3 years, I’d be alone in the same room writing again— but now it’s different. I’m writing about how I felt when I met Adam 3 weeks ago, and how everything still feels like a dream I’d never want to wake myself up from.

Though I know I need to depart from it, I can’t, because everything still hasn’t sunk in. Everything still feels surreal; like a page ripped off from a fairytale book; like a scene from movies, and I know I need to move on from it because by this time, Adam has probably forgotten about me already.

It all happened the morning before my birthday when he announced he’s coming to Manila this May. The odds must have been really in my favor that time, because to my surprise, the venue is only a 10 minute drive from my house.

It was a free show, but in order to be close to the stage, you have to buy about $46 worth (2,000 pesos) of items in their participating stores. I told my mom and at first, it was hard to convince her about it. But after a long while of promising that this’ll be the last time, she finally gave in. I ran all the way from building 1 to building 2 to make sure there are still some left for me. I got ticket number 794, not to mention that there were only 800 seats available.

As the days grew closer, I ran out of places to store my excitement in. Some nights, I couldn’t sleep just to the thought that I’m seeing him in less than 2 months.

I’ve been a fan since late 2011, and I’ve been longing to meet Adam to tell how much he has changed not just my life but also those others close to me. So I did what I’m supposed to, and waited for a meet and greet contest announcement. However, the concert was getting near and my chances of meeting Adam was fading.

I’ve tried everything— from trying to contact the Management, the venue owners, and everyone whom I thought could help me. I even tried contacting Adam himself, but if not ignored, I would be turned down. There was one day left ‘till the concert and I lost hope.

On that same day, (one day before the concert), the concert sponsor announced that they will be hosting a quick promo Meet and Greet for tomorrow’s concert. Euphoria engulfed my whole body as I quickly got my phone and entered because I only had one hour left to join.

Browsing through the tag, there were already almost 5,000 posts (some were spamming) and when I tried to post the picture again for a higher chance of winning, Instagram blocked me from posting any picture because of their so-called “Community Guidelines.”

I told myself that there’s no more chance and that I won’t ever meet him, just to prepare myself beforehand and to help myself face the bitter reality as well. Over time, the posts from people grew, leaving them to have higher chances of winning while I’m stuck with only one entry. I finally gave up and slept the pain that I was feeling away.

After a little while, my phone was blowing up with messages like “congratulations” and greetings similar to that. Befuddled when I checked, I was one of the 5 winners who won a meet and greet pass for tomorrow!

Fast forward to the concert day, I was shaking and heaving on my way to the venue knowing that I’m going to screw up or stutter or even embarass myself in front of him. Anxiety was eating me up, but the thought of me meeting him in just a short while lifted my soul up. We were called to the meet up place after the concert, and I couldn’t help but fear that he might not like me, or reject me if I get a hug, or even sass me out (like who he usually is on Twitter).

I was immediately called to when I went to the place. My CDs, my phone and my sharpie got confiscated because signing and selfies weren’t allowed, but I didn’t mind. Adam was in front of me already, what more can I ask for?

Adam was very kind and soft spoken, and was nowhere sassy in real life. He also giggled when I gave him a Pizza fridge magnet and said I decided to give him that because I know how much really loves pizza. Hearing him giggle, specially when you know you’re the reason why got be dumbfounded and frozen right at that very moment. After I gave him my gifts, he thanked me and said my works were ‘awesome’ and 'wonderful.’ I also asked for a hug and it was the best feeling on earth. It was like sitting by the fireplace on a bitterly cold December. He was a very appreciative and kind guy.

To fans out there, from this fanbase or not, though I know that there are more inspiring stories out there than this, may this story serve as an inspiration for you to never lose hope and keep on dreaming :)

I’m sure there’s gonna be a 0% chance of Adam seeing/ reading this, but if ever, just by any chance you stumble upon this post, thank you. I don’t want to go into full detail on why, I just really want to thank you for everything.

All the love, Clainee.

@ the owl city merch store

• a personal jingle from adam himself for $2,500

• ocean eyes plaque for $500

• tshirts for $7

• new tshIRTS

ATBAB ERA TSHIRTS

• THE BRACELETS ARE BACK

• THE CHRISTMAS STUFF IS BACK TOO

• AND SCHOOL STUFF FOR SUPER CHEAP

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HOOTOWLS SHAKE A TAIL FEATHER AND GO GET SOME MERCH BEFORE IT’S ALL SOLD OUT

Owl City’s new clip is so beautiful. and it made me so emotional, after 30 seconds I was already crying…

It’s so strange, I’m about to graduate in a month too and start Art academy, my big dream coming true, and I got this beautiful song from my favorite artist to remind me of this beautiful time…

I’m looking for a new appartment to live in, in a new town, for my new school, about to make new friends, start a completely new life…

I know that its gonna be scary, stressful and hard, I can’t wait until the time is here but I also think it’s suddenly way too close, but I know that one day it will totally be worth it, this song totally describes this part of my life…

I just found out that there’s a Sky Sailing official site 

A Letter From Adam 

(copied from the site)

Dearest friends,

Where do I even begin?

Though it seems like it happened yesterday, an entire year has passed since I put out

Ocean Eyes

and I cannot begin to tell you how amazed I am due to all that has happened between then and now. A tremendous amount of asphalt has passed under the tires, a lot of miles put on the odometer and a lot of marvelous memories made along the way. It’s an overwhelming, invigorating feeling that can’t even be put into words. I catch myself thinking about the future often and I truly couldn’t be more excited. I’ve been immensely blessed by each and every opportunity I’ve had via Owl City and your endless support only continues to encourage me. I wholeheartedly cannot thank you enough.

Thus far, I’ve been quite a busy bee this summer, hidden away in the cavelike warmth of my basement, working like a mad scientist on the next Owl City record and I absolutely cannot wait for you to hear it. Things are coming together nicely but there’s still a lot of work to be done.

However, there’s something I’d like to share with you in the meantime.

Three and a half years ago, I recorded a collection of songs in my parent’s basement during the bleary-eyed hours of night when sleep and I could not bring ourselves to meet. I was a metalworker, working 6 AM to 4 PM at a warehouse in my little southern Minnesota town. I was writing, creating, thinking, imagining and breathing music with every second I had to spare. Music has always been my dream, but at that point in time, it was merely a feather tossed to the wind. Regardless, my spirits were far from dampened and I created music as fast and as furiously as I could. In my little basement bedroom, I had an old Dell computer, Reason 2.5, a friend’s borrowed Behringer C-1 condenser, a Behringer 8 channel analog mixer and my uncle’s old Alvarez. I didn’t have a clue what I was doing but I was a dreamer and music was my escape so I gave it everything I had. Never expecting my music to be heard anywhere but by my parents through the floorboards above, I wrote for my own ears. I was both artist and audience and I called myself

Sky Sailing

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I’ve kept these recordings secret for a long time and they’ve never seen the light of day until now. Long before Owl City was ever a spark of a flame, a lot of blue-collared working days were spent absentmindedly daydreaming about what would ultimately become this collection of songs. From the perfectionist musician’s perspective, a song is never truly “finished” but rather “abandoned” and thus, after a lot of inspiration and reckless experimentation, I emerged from the basement with a 11 song record which I affectionately entitled,

An Airplane Carried Me To Bed

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This album is a step into the past, the documented account of a shy boy from Minnesota with more hopes and dreams than he knew what to do with. When you listen to this record, you can hear naivety, innocence, inexperience and the wide-eyed imaginings of a wishful thinker. It’s both light and dark, optimistic and melancholy. Unpolished and dusty, it’s an antique and therefore holds a truly unique and graceful aesthetic within. Though there has always been just one artist behind the music, before there was Owl City there was Sky Sailing and I consider it a great honor to finally find this opportunity to share it with you. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed creating it.

If by chance you ever feel as though you’ve come to know these songs or empathize with the emotions therein, please consider yourself a friend of mine because in a manner of speaking, you know me. As the saying goes, one can truly glimpse the artist through his/her art, and that expression certainly proves faithful in my case. This music is my heart and soul. This is who I am.

With that being said, I am so very glad to meet you.

With all due respect,

Adam Young