All I got for Christmas was this holiday album called…
A couple of months ago my friend Ford Heacock with Firebreath Media asked me to be a part of this fun ‘lil holiday project he was putting together. The result is 10 eclectic and colorful Christmas songs by many talented artists (read more about them here!) – all yours for FREE!! But if you would like to give, all the proceeds will be donated to the Nashville Rescue Mission.
A couple of months ago I posted a song in progress and now I’d like to share the finished piece! One of my most favorite feelings in the whole wide world is to call a song done, and “Navigator/Aviator” has been an idea laying dormant in my head for 8 years now – so the “done” feeling is REALLY a great one in this case!
Last week I was talking about this kickass jam session I was a part of and the importance of being OK with making mistakes in these types of situations. (well, hell, when is that not relevant?) Here’s an example of the beautiful music we made, mistakes and all.
This is Zach from Fable Crysinging one of his songs as we were all listening and learning:
“I’ll be Home for Christmas” – I’ve always loved this song. Something about the easy-flowing melody, the nostalgic lyric and the deep emotional content captured my heart from the start. Naturally, when I sat down with my guitar to play through the tune a few weeks ago, it poured out like it’s always been in there, waiting for its moment.
I’m practicing a new song today and thought I’d share it with you all. It’s called “Heartbreak Hang Up,” inspired by a French songwriter that I absolutely love – Tete. Here’s on of my favorites from him:
I was driving 45 mph on the busy street when a woman pulled out in front of me. I slammed on my brakes, narrowly missing T-boning her car. Here’s the weird part: I knew this event was going to happen hours beforehand.
It was just another day of teaching piano lessons, except for the fact that I knew that something big was going to happen in my life. It was an intuition. The space in which I existed felt different. I felt the urge to prepare myself. I kept imagining a car crash. Something inside me told me to be vigilant, to BE PREPARED. That day, I decided I would be extra careful as I drove from lesson to lesson.