Two albums. Two experiences.
Sixteen songs on each album, connected across English and Spanish. Each has its own music, expression and pacing.
Still My Own
Aún Soy Mío
Denver becomes a chosen home where more of Chris can live openly. A street alive with desire, a stranger reaching back through the mud, a chair made available: these encounters challenge the prejudices he inherited and sometimes carried himself. The hope reaches people still taught to hide: another way of living together is possible, and being welcomed can become making room.
Connected song on Aún Soy Mío
El Mundo Ya Estaba Aquí
A note from Chris
A stranger’s hand. A world worth joining.
On a difficult hike, there was mud you sank into and strangers helping one another through it. Nobody needed a whole life story before offering a hand. That stayed with me.
Pride brought the beauty of people’s freedom into the scene: bodies, desire, affection, the pleasure of being there without making yourself smaller. I knew the judgments of a conservative upbringing, but that history is not a political allegiance. I’m politically neutral: I judge ideas and actions by what they do to people’s dignity and freedom, not by which side claims them.
I had spent years searching for language that could loosen the hold of inherited judgments on people’s lives. Here, I wanted to give the freedom itself a body, a street, a moment worth joining.
I wanted the song to move beyond seeing that freedom. You receive a hand, then reach back. You find a place, then make room. The welcome becomes something you can do.
A hand offered. A hand reaching back.
The narrator arrives in a world already alive with other people’s pleasure. His earlier judgment no longer gets the last word. On a muddy trail, receiving help becomes helping the next person. At a table, being included becomes pulling up a chair. The invitation is practical: bring what is yours, and make room for what someone else brings.
The world was here
I’m here for itFrom the lyrics of The World Was HereFreedom becomes visible between people.
A crowd can make room for a body that has been shamed. A stranger can offer help before knowing whom they are helping. These small actions make belonging more than an argument about inclusion. The song moves from receiving that generosity to participating in it. Nobody has to become less particular for the welcome to grow.
On Still My Own
A wider social world opens the album outward. It also develops the chair from Truthfully into something passed between people, long before it returns in the closer.
Development & creative credits
Recorded vocals · Chris in Full
Recorded performance by Christian Rodriguez / Chris in Full.
Someone arrives
I pull up a chair
“Come sit with us—
We make room here.”Concept, lyric writing, development and revision, musical and performance direction: Christian Rodriguez / Chris in Full.
Chris brought the hiking experience and concrete details into the writing, expanded its sexual and social freedom, and requested a distinct closing chorus. Receiving help develops into making room for someone else.
Across Still My Own, Chris’s original writing, extensive rewriting and narrative development give form to his lived experience, imagination and emotional vision. He works between intuition and reasoning, refining language and musical direction so that phrasing, rhythm and delivery carry what he means. These notes describe creative development, not final recording credits.
Authorship, AI use & vocal information
Album-level creative credits