
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Brainstorming Show Sketches
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
In My Lungs
Woke this morning with no indication or warning
A situation like a hostage incident forming
And suddenly with all my family present I am cut off
In a place where none of them can go, God and I face off
So if I come up empty
Will you come and find me
Will this land of plenty
Be the place you lose me
Hypocrites and liars take their seats and throw their stones
They can rot away your comfort like the marrow of your bones
They say words and pretend kindness but I know what it is they see
A living contradiction to their well-protected dreams
I won't ignore You
I won't defend You
I won't explain away your silence or inaction
A situation like a hostage incident forming
And suddenly with all my family present I am cut off
In a place where none of them can go, God and I face off
So if I come up empty
Will you come and find me
Will this land of plenty
Be the place you lose me
Hypocrites and liars take their seats and throw their stones
They can rot away your comfort like the marrow of your bones
They say words and pretend kindness but I know what it is they see
A living contradiction to their well-protected dreams
I won't ignore You
I won't defend You
I won't explain away your silence or inaction
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Musical Diagnosis
Music is stirring in me. It's kind of nice to care about it again, to want to play a little, to have a bit of energy to write after 6 months of being very happy to keep my distance. Maybe I'm coming to the end of my unplanned musical sabbatical. I don't have clear music plans for the next season, but it's nice to see an old friend back in town.
In particular
I played a couple songs at a friend's birthday party with a bunch of very good Latin musicians. I wrote a song for one of my favorite people who just was diagnosed with lung cancer. I rewrote a song four times and am still in process. What is it about pain and sorrow that screams for music in me? I'll post a few lyrics soon, and include the song on my next CSM delivery.
In particular
I played a couple songs at a friend's birthday party with a bunch of very good Latin musicians. I wrote a song for one of my favorite people who just was diagnosed with lung cancer. I rewrote a song four times and am still in process. What is it about pain and sorrow that screams for music in me? I'll post a few lyrics soon, and include the song on my next CSM delivery.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Cartoons and Angels

God's messengers are angels and cartoons,
Salesmen and musicians, farmers and lawyers.
God's messages are simple and difficult,
Mystical and sincere, hidden and available.
God's voice is silence and subtlety
Vision and scent, absence and trust.
j.r. 06.09
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