Logo

Music . Writing . Shirts

I'm Nash, the creator of nashp.com and many musical soundtracks. I'll be your favorite secret artist, who also writes good stories. If my writing, music or assistance has helped you in any way, please show your support by visiting the shop page.


One


With so much going on out there, and with the pressure of becoming more popular than your original self, take a step back and reflect on what's truely important.

The urgent desire for a successful business, and the fear of losing business, drives a good person to do sleazy things.

As a writer, I could easily get caught up in the numbers. It's easy to be brainwashed by the play counts, purchases, site views, likes—the list goes on. But I'd like to stand my ground now, and let everyone that visits my site know that I'm not chasing the attention. I only want you. I write and record with only one person in mind. If I can capture just one person's heart with something I create, then I feel like I succeeded.

Leo Babauta:

What if, instead, you had confidence in your business? You created something of value and believed it would help people? You made its value and how much it helps people your metrics.

[...] All you’d do is create great things, and people would spread the word for you. You’d opt for simplicity and trustworthiness.

You build confidence by putting everything you have into what you’re building. By listening to people and seeing whether what you’re doing is helping, resonating. Adjusting if needed. Those who don’t come to you … you let go. What you’re building isn’t for everyone.

The minute I start trying to appeal to the masses, that'll be the day I betray that one person I'm aiming for. I always believed in sincerity—and I think that me focusing on a single person, rather than an entire audience, has helped me keep a voice that is personable. I hope that you can appreciate the route that I'm taking with my creations.


2014 NBA Playoff Preview


After 82 regular season games, the playoffs are finally about to start. 16 teams (8 from Eastern Conference and 8 from the Western Conference) are ready to duke it out to the finish line, and only one will be crowned as the champion. In the East, there's the Pacers and the Heat, the only two teams that are in discussion for making it out alive. The other 6 are just innocent bystanders. In the West, more than half of the teams are capable of making a run for the title. The Spurs, Thunder, and Clippers are the more dominant teams out of the 8, but the other 5 are no push-overs. As each series unfolds, who has what it takes to survive?

Now, before we go any further, I must warn you: you'll see a lot of people jumping on and off of bandwagons as the playoffs wind down. The team that's beginning to stink it up, their fans will move on from them to find a new, more interesting team that's actually winning. This isn't odd, all of your friends are doing it. It's not respected at all, but it happens. Loyalty goes out the window when a person's pick is concerned. They want to be a winner, and they want to root for the team that's winning now. The casual fan has no idea what it feels like to follow a team to the end, and then become heartbroken when things don't go as planned.


Clippers Preview

I watched all 82 games from the Clippers this season, and I witnessed a team that went from being one dimensional, to a team that evolved into a well versatile group that knows how to spread the ball around, not limiting themselves to just pick-and-rolls with Chris Paul.

The Clippers went through injury after injury and never flinched. I was very impressed by this. After being without Chris Paul for nearly two months, of course he was missed, but they won games just fine without him. J.J. Redick missed more than half the season due to back issues. The injury list goes on, but the point is, for a team that had as many injuries as the Clippers had, the fact that they ended the regular season as the number 3 seed says it all. Depth and chemistry really worked in their favor this year.

But what the Clippers did in the regular season with all of their accomplishments is now irrelevant. The regular season is over, and now, the playoffs are here. This is where everything they worked towards begins to matter. All of those games they played are now considered warm ups. The real games are here, the pressure is on, now the question is, will they let that pressure make them a champion, or will they crack under that pressure and go home?

Chris Paul, for the first time in his NBA career, has no excuses. This is the best team he's ever played with, and they actually have a chance to win it all this year. The Clippers are deep, with lights-out shooters, and a center in Deandre Jordan that has a chance to win Defensive Player of the Year. Paul also has help with a dominant sidekick in Blake Griffin, who now is more than just a dunker. Add all this up with the fact that the Clippers now have Doc Rivers, a head coach that puts them in the best position to win each game—and you have the recipe for success.

I believe in this team, but what I think, or what anyone else thinks doesn't matter anymore. The only thing that matters is what happens on the court. They have to go out and prove to the world that they are champions.


Woman Crush Wednesday


Once upon a time, there was a girl named Fragile. She was a beautiful girl, but she wasn't sure. So, on those uncertain days, she would take pictures of herself for the world to approve. Some days, everyone would cheer and scream and remind her of how pretty she was. But other days, there was nothing. She would hear crickets, and sometimes the crickets would even laugh at the embarrassed girl. And anytime the crickets laughed, that was considered a bad day.

Every Wednesday, she would wake up early, put on her makeup and then stare at the phone. No matter how long it took, she waited. After an hour of silence, there it was. The kitchen table vibrated from the alert on the screen, the phone lit up with excitement, and she glimpsed at it with a confident smile. Across the screen it read "#WCW", the code that reminded her the one thing she needed to hear: she mattered. Woman Crush Wednesday. Only the important girls got these, and she knew that without a doubt that she was important. She had to be. If her name wasn't attached to a #WCW, did she really exist?


The Face of Nash


When my friend Kaitlin drew my face for me, I told her the plan: this would be my avatar on all social networks, and would slowly become the logo for everything I do. I wanted it to look like me, but I didn't want it to be perfect. I wanted it to be a doodle. She did an amazing job with this, and I was very impressed with her efforts. And now that It's become the face on every shirt that I sell, I wanted to take a moment to reflect on the process of this logo. I knew that I wanted it to be professional, but I also wanted it light-hearted, with simplicity being front and center.

I want to thank Kaitlin once again for adding to the brand of nashp.com. It's the little things like this that start adding up. If you continue to sweat the details, eventually they'll begin to bleed through the foundation.


Goodbye to Gabe


I always feel like I can save the world, and if I just write down my thoughts, life could possibly become better again—but this is a moment where nothing I say could even make a dent in the universe. Not this time. A loved one is gone. Period. How could I even begin to try to fix this one? I can't. My only choice is to reminisce and pour out compassion for my family.

I've been fortunate enough not to have anyone close to me pass away, and now I'm sad to say that it finally caught up to me. Losing someone that you just had lunch with, shook hands with, and wished luck with his new job—what a surreal feeling. The last time I saw you, we shared lunch: me, you, my dad, and your dad. We were having a going-away-lunch for my dad, and enjoying each other's company before his new adventure. And now, thinking back, it was a going-away-lunch for both of you. I'll never forget that moment together. It was an unusual lunch to begin with. I don't think the four of us, as a group, has ever spent quality time together. But that day, it was just us four.

It's weird the way life works. You never know when will be the last time you see someone. I'm not one to take people for granted either—I understand how precious life is, and the people that I love, I love them with my entire heart. They don't just pass through my life, instead, they impact my every decision. Their faces remain in my thoughts throughout the day—as I journey through life, trying to figure it all out. These people, the ones that I love, my family, they are my world. While others have large groups of people they let into their life, I rather keep my circle small and value the few that are truly important to me.

I worked in the mall at Sports Avenue for about ten years, and during those ten years, every few weeks, a family would arrive in my store to say hello. They didn't have any reason to come to the mall, but they came anyway, just to see me. This family was my Uncle Shannon and his three kids. I don't work at the mall anymore, and the memory of their faces walking into my store is always one of my favorites. I never had the chance to tell them how happy that made me; I always looked forward to their surprise visits. And now, that circle—Uncle Shannon's circle—has just gotten smaller. The family that came to visit me, those four faces, is now only three.

He lost a son. Those four words are too powerful and too painful to think about. Everybody has to die, but a father should never have to tell his son goodbye. That is the most unfair thing I can think of.

Gabe, I'll never forget your smile, your quietness, and how respectful you were. Your dad raised a young man and taught him every positive attribute one could ask for—he should be very proud, and I know he is. The highest compliment I could give someone is the compliment that I would give to you: you were a good person. Rest in peace.