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Shell
Just thinking the other day… if it seems like the walls are closing in on you – tighter each day. If you feel completely alone. If you’re tired of waking up from bright dreams only to find your nose against the same black, immovable wall. If you’re yearning to feel the Sun on your face, [...]
John’s Light Switch
My boy is a nerd. I LOVE IT!! Check this out…
She Is
Sometimes I enjoy going back and hearing the metamorphosis from the first moment of inspiration to the final product. This is called “She Is”. One of my favorites.
She Is
Fortune
Got this fortune at a Chinese restaurant Friday night. Nobody bother me today. Don’t call me. Don’t email me. Nothing. I’m advancing socially without any special effort.
Who Needs A Wii?
Today, my son built skis. I am so proud of him. They didn’t work very well but still, I am validated. Validated for the “abuse” I have inflicted on my children. Validated for not giving in to every last gaming device known to man. Repaid in full for the countless hours of Saturday nagging and [...]
The Sour Note
I don’t think I could ever improve on this rough…
The Sour Note
Mystery Artist
Here’s a rough from about three years ago. Whoever can identify this guy first will win a free cd. (When I’m finished with it)
Hint: He’s won numerous dove awards and the title of his first album was an emotion.
To the mystery artist in case you look at this… I hope you don’t get mad at [...]
Your Smile
Thanks God. Thanks for smiling on me. Thanks for taking a little song I wrote six years ago in a rent house in Clyde, Texas, all the way to national television. Will I ever understand your perfect ways? You never rush. You wait patiently – through my tears and frustration and impatient outbursts, sitting through [...]
The Moon’s On Fire
Having a rough Monday? Well maybe this will brighten your day. Here’s your chance to peek into a songwriter’s journal. Every Monday I’ll post a “rough” from my catalog of rough ideas. Most of these are grainy, hissy, horrible tape recordings from my trusty little cassette recorder. You have no idea how hard this is for [...]
