My feeling is that, way back when, despite their problems and the state of the world, people might have said, as I did in one of the songs about their time and ours, “I’m gonna sing till the sorrow leaves me, I’m gonna play every song I know, cause down the road things’ll be much better, and that’s the only way that I can see to go.”
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Embrace Me From Afar
The song below came from two sources: the thoughts expressed above and being asked to do the music for a video. The video is just the beginning of a project called “Étreinte(s)” that Jenny Lepage has been planning on working on for a long time. The English word would be “Embrace,” but there are other levels to the meaning of the French word. Here’s a link to her video:
Three Questions (for Jody)
Last year, I unexpectedly lost one of my closest friends. I once said to her that I thought that life might be just a dream. She said, “Yeah, but it’s a beautiful dream.” I agreed. I think we both always felt that, despite whatever happens, life is a wonderful, Magical adventure.
Her
It’s been quite a while since I posted anything on this site. A lot’s happened between then and now. Someday I’ll probably write about it. But in the meantime, I’ve got a bunch of new songs that I want to share with you. This first one is called “Her” and you’ll find the lyrics below. […]
The “Black Moon” Album
“Black Moon” is a guitar album. To be accurate, it’s an acoustic fingerstyle guitar album of solo instrumentals.
Suite – Scarecrow Rain from “Black Moon”
A suite of 5 small guitar pieces, a beautiful painting, and a story.
Transformation – from “Black Moon”
When I was composing this piece, I gave it a different title. But the more I listened to it, the more I felt that it should be called “Transformation” because of its effect on me. Maybe it’ll have a transformative effect on you too.
Finally Free – from “Black Moon”
A while back, I sat down with my guitar and said, “I’m going to compose a piece called Finally Free.” I felt that creating the music might actually create freedom as well. And if it turned out the way I hoped, the very least it would do would be to remind me of the possibility of freedom whenever I played or listened to it.
When I Lived – from “Flying Home”
“And when I’m dead and buried, / Long gone without a trace, / There’ll be no one to remember / The smile on my face. / When I lived, I was happy / Just to watch the Magic rise / In the world all around me / And sometimes, in her eyes.”
Flying Home
Here’s a new one I wrote this summer. It’s the title track for a new song album I’m working on.