It's Here!
Visit the shop to buy our new album, Hole in the Road.
One Single At A Time
In a few days, we will be announcing the release of another single, “What Am I Gonna Do.” It’s an upbeat look at the frustration that accompanies living in the world today.
Our band has decided that, rather than waiting years to finish writing, recording, mixing, and producing enough songs to fill an album, we’re going to be releasing our new songs as we finish them. We started back in October of last year with the release of “Only the Lonely Can See,” and then earlier this year came our cover of “Over the Rainbow.” We’re just waiting for the finishing touches on iTunes and cdbaby and then we’ll let you know when “What Am I Gonna Do” will be available.
As always, thanks so much for the support.
Is Your Life Like Seeds or Sod?
I was working outside in the yard today when it occurred to me that people generally take one of two approaches to life which can be compared in an analogy to seeds and sod.
Starting a new lawn involves a choice: The least expensive way is to put down seed. If you prepare the ground properly and keep the soil moist, with enough attention and nurturing you will one day slowly see that patch of dirt become a lawn. Then there is sod. Sod, although far more expensive, starts out beautiful and perfect. Someone else has already done the work of growing it. You prepare the ground, put it down and you instantly have a beautiful lawn. The trick here is that with enough attention and nurturing you may be able to keep it looking that way.
Many of us look for immediate gratification. Perfection. And we have faith that our energy will not abate and we will keep that perfection perfect. Others among us feel that the journey is as interesting as the result. We want to strive for beauty; maybe even for perfection. But we will risk failure so that we may be part of the process.
So, is your life like seeds or sod?
Thanks, Mom
I remember. It was cold and raining. You didn’t feel well; more miserable than the weather. But there we were walking to the shoe store, because you had promised me a new pair of sneakers. You weren’t happy, but my disappointment over-rode your health concerns. I got my sneakers.
I haven’t forgotten the many times over the years you put me before yourself. Even when the road I chose went against all you believed in, it made little difference. You helped hold me up in all possible ways. Unconditional love. I remember it all.
Thanks, Mom.
Take Out the Trash
Trash. It’s garbage. Refuse. And it represents the past. It’s the stuff we have already used. It’s done, it’s over, and it’s been rendered useless.
That which has already happened is the trash created by living. Sometimes we learn, sometimes we fail, sometimes we’re left emotionless. Regardless, hopefully we grow. But, it’s in the past. It’s done. It’s over. We have to move forward from our successes and failures. We have to greet each experience anew with eyes wide open and without the weight of the past clouding our vision. Because the past just doesn’t matter in the now. That’s why they call it the past.
Birthday Thoughts
It’s your birthday. Celebrate. Think about everything you’ve done up till now. Think about everything left to accomplish. Think about all those things you do so well. Think about the things that you’d like to improve. Think about all that you have. Think about the ones who have so much less. Think about your good deeds and the help you have given. Think about finding more people to help and others ways to help them.
Look in the eyes of your family and friends and those who really love you, and consider how blessed you are.
Have a happy birthday.
Who Is Running The Show?
Where does inspiration come from? What force is responsible for moving the artist’s hand across the canvas? Or the pen across the page? What starts the melody in his or her head? Does inspiration come on-demand? Can we just sit down and decide to create?
Doesn’t the best work usually come quickly? Unplanned? Blind-siding us? As if we are just a conduit? A mechanism for the transfer of something truly new? Something that didn’t exist before, at least not in this world?
The pleasure of creativity is in it’s surprise.
What Do YOU Think?
