Lordy Lordy Nick is 40! and You Are My Song

 

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Saturday May 6th, 2017, my dear, handsome husband turned 40 years old.  We’re getting old folks.

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The girls and I had a lot of fun coming up with surprises for Nick, who BTDubs is notoriously hard to surprise.  We surprised him with a trip to Perryville, MO to visit his 93 year old grandmother, who, by the way, is still just as sharp as a tack and has a better memory than people a third her age.

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One of our surprises was a song that I wrote and the girls and I recorded secretly in Nick’s studio.  For a few weeks I sneakily asked Nick questions about recording, pretending to be interested in a completely different recording project.  Then, anytime Nick wasn’t home we’d sneak into the studio and get some recording done.  There are still A MYRIAD of things I DO NOT understand about using recording software but I learned enough to put together this song.

So here it is:  You Are My Song  <—– That’s a link! (Duh!) But it’s also down below this cool pic, you just have to scroll a little further down.

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Truth time and I’m Still Here

Truth time:  I’ve written over 50 songs in the last few years.  I’m not really sure how many.  I don’t post many of them on here for one simple reason: time.  I’m a mom with a full schedule, it’s difficult to find the time to get a semi-decent take to post on here.

More truth:  My husband has a very nice recording studio that I could utilize whenever I want.  But I have even less time for that.

But I want to make more time for recording.  And I want to make some actual good recordings.

I’m working on it, guys.  Give me a break.  😉

Anyway, until I get around to making decent recordings, I’m gonna try to make more time to post my semi-decent iPhone recordings.  At least you’ll get to hear those gems.

So here’s another one for you.

I’m Still Here.

But first, the backstory:

Some of you know that my mom passed away April 3, 2016 after a two year battle with cancer.  I wrote this song at a time when I was trying to make sense of it all.  I had been reading Wild by Cheryl Strayed (and watching the movie that was based off of the book) around the time I wrote this.  Cheryl’s mother also died of cancer and her story is heartbreaking.

CherylStrayed_book_PCTAnyway, there’s this scene in the movie when Cheryl has this realization.  She’s been hiking the PCT for a while (Pacific Crest Trail) and she’s still hiking even though other, more experienced hikers have quit the trail due to adverse weather conditions.  And she says, “Wow.  Greg quit and I’m still here.”  And something inside me just broke.  It’s my favorite scene in the whole movie.

(The book and movie are not for children, just FYI.  There are definitely some “fast-forward” scenes, as I like to call them.  I’m not ashamed to admit that even though I’m 36, when a sex scene shows up in a movie I cover my eyes and make Nick fast-forward.  Don’t judge me.  You don’t know my story. 😉 )

Anyway, that’s where the words “I’m still here” come from.  It’s this realization that even though we’ve been battered, bruised and beaten by the storms of life, we survived.  We’re still alive and here and ready to take on the next day’s challenges.  And even though it hurt a lot, we’re going to be ok.

So, without further ado, here’s the song:

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Word

If you like reading blog posts that are insightful and clever and not written by me, then you have come to the right blog post.  Because if you follow that link down there, you’ll read a very good, nay, excellent, post by a guy called Chris Linzey, about modern worship music and its place in the church and the home.  I liked it and you should too because I said so.

I would tell you more but that would be spoilers.  Go.  Read.  Enjoy.

I am the link you must follow.

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If We Knew

Here’s another little diddy for you by yours truly.  Nick and I have been listening to sermons by Brennan Manning lately and they’ve made me realize just how much we don’t understand the love of God.  Hope you enjoy the song.

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For Sure

Mark 2:17

When Jesus heard this, he said to them, “Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick; I have come to call not the righteous but sinners.”

 

The only requirement to become a follower of Christ, is to be broken and to admit it.

 

Here’s a new song written by me, performed on my old acoustic piano, and recorded on my iphone.  So, obviously, the crème de la crème.

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I love these weirdos

My husband, Nick, and his brothers introduced me to this band back in our teenage days and I’ve loved them ever since.  Yesterday, when my daughter Meghan accidentally said a word that almost, kinda sorta sounded like a swear, I started singing this song to her.  Needless to say, she didn’t find it funny.  But she loves Danielson as much as I do.

Stolen from wikipedia, a little, tiny bit of info on Danielson:

In 1993, while attending Rutgers University as a senior, Daniel Smith experienced a spiritual reawakening:

“This was the year I stopped running away from home, picked up my acoustic guitar again and changed from being Dan back to Daniel. I woke up to the fact that I have an amazing family, an amazing childhood and I began to relate everything I was thinking and doing with this in mind… I began reading the Bible and praying again and songs and art started flowing. I would meet with my dad and talk philosophy and theology and I became a child again.”

Smith has cited the major influence his musician father had on him growing up and the importance of lyrical content. Smith began recording songs that would later compose the album A Prayer for Every Hour: “some from my solo 4-track, some with my friends Jason Faunce and Missy Forsyth backing and some with my brothers and sisters backing. Danielson became the name of the songs that I write. I had become “Daniel” and realized that I am a son.” He submitted the album as his final thesis (and received an ‘A’ grade) and performed, joined by his siblings, at the senior art show. Smith then sent the album out to several indie labels but only received a response from Tooth & Nail in California, who picked up the album and released it in 1994.

Danielson Famile (1998)
Lyrics:
Dialogue:
Rachel: Hey, Meg! I heard you went on a date last night.
Megan: Oh yeah? Who’d you hear that from?
Rachel: Your old lady told me. You know she can’t keep a secret. How was it?
Megan: Well, he picked me up at seven. He looked pretty good. He even opened the door for me. I knew I saw something good beneath that bad boy facade. We were driving to the bowling alley, got a flat tire. He got out and started changing it, but it seemed to take forever. So I rolled down the window to ask him if everything was okay, ya know? There was a huge crash, and I think the car fell on his foot or something. I dunno, Rach. He started…started mumbling this strange language. Something…something I’d never heard before.
Rachel: What do you mean?
(Man screaming unintelligibly in background.)
Megan: I can’t explain it. He just kept mumbling this strange language over and over again.
Rachel: Well, what happened next?
Megan: I didn’t say anything to him. He got back in the car and we continued driving to the bowling alley. I could tell his foot was kind of sore. We got to the bowling alley and started to bowl a serious game. I kept getting strikes so that was really cool. He wasn’t doing too well and started getting mad. In the last frame he tried to show off and did a little spin. I felt so bad for him – he dropped his ball on his bad foot by accident. Then I heard him speaking that strange language again.
(Man screaming unintelligibly.)
Rachel: The same exact language?
Megan: Yeah. He didn’t stop for a long time. I just looked at him and I thought, “What’s this all about?”
Rachel: Well, how did it end?
Megan: He drove me back to the house after I beat him totally. He limped out of the car and shuffled with me to my front door. He told me he had a great time and asked me for another date. I kinda just stood there thinking, “How am I gonna say, ‘No way’?” Then –
Rachel: And then?
Megan: He got this silly, glassy, romantic look in his eye and…
Rachel: And what?
Megan: He leaned in for a kiss!
Man: Hey baby (unintelligible vocals, kissing sounds)
Rachel: He didn’t!
Megan: Oh yes, he did! He leaned in for a kiss, and you know what I did?
Rachel: Tell me, tell me!
Megan: I just pushed him away and told him where it’s at!
Won’t kiss no pottymouth!
Away with pottymouth!
Zip up that pottymouth!
Tough talk now walk!
Now walk!

Bring Back Big Band

I’ve always been a fan of Big Band music.  Glenn Miller is, of course, king.  Here’s one of my faves plus lyrics as per my uszh.  Enjoy, my lovelies.

P.S.  Hope you like my new site design.

THE LITTLE MAN WHO WASN’T THERE
(Harold Adamson / Bernie Hanighen)

Glenn Miller & His Orch.(vocal: Tex Beneke) – 1939
Larry Clinton & His Orch.(vocal: Ford Leary) – 1939
Bob Crosby & His Orch.(vocal: Teddy Grace) – 1939
Jack Teagarden & His Orch.(vocal: Teagarden) – 1939
Mildred Bailey – 1939

(Tex Beneke whistling)

GLENN MILLER: Hello there, Texas, whatcha say? Are you whistling in the dark just to scare the ghost away?

TEX BENEKE: I know there’s something following me that I can’t see Someone sure laid an awful hex on me!

GLENN MILLER: A hex? Ah, Tex, that’s pretty far-fetched Man, I’d say you’re just a little bit tetched!

TEX BENEKE: You’d got a load of what I saw last night You’d pass the Yankee Clipper on its maiden flight!

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away

When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all

Go away, go away
Don’t you come back any more
Go away, go away
And please don’t slam the door…..(SLAM!)

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away