Nick and I have talked about doing a little show at our house for a while. And right now, I’m working up a set list of my original songs.
I have over 50 at least right now. (I haven’t counted for a long time.) And I’m definitely not playing all 50+. So if you have a favorite one of my originals (not covers) let me know and I’ll see if I can add it to the set.
Check out some of my songs here. Obvi, not all my songs are there, and tbh, most of the recordings are terribly made on my iphone. But whatcha gonna do?! I’m not a professional musician, I’m a professional mom!
Anyway, drop me a line, text me, FB, IG, carrier pigeon, something. I’ll let you know when we have a date set. Woot. Now, feed me input.
*For those who don’t know, that is not Wall-E pictured above. That is Johnny 5, who is very much alive, bozo.
Working on a new song this evening. Fun times. The song is below. But, first, I have a question for you: who would come to my house if I did a show and played some of my songs? I have a lot of songs and most of them no one but my family has heard. I’d really like a play them for people some time. So I guess I’m just curious, would anyone come? Drop me a line if you’d like to come to my house and hear some of my songs.
Been feeling pretty down. Let’s not go into why. But if there is anything that cheers me up when I’m a mess of emotions (and I use “cheers me up” in the loosest of senses), it’s dwelling on the knowledge that I am not an accident. God made me on purpose. He desired for a Bonnie to be in this world.
This is super important to me because I often feel like there aren’t many who desire for a Bonnie to be in this world. Not that they DON’T want me, more that they are indifferent to the idea. “How do you feel about having a Bonnie in this world?” *shrugs* “Meh.”
So all day long I have been reminding myself that God DOES want me in this world. “How do you feel about having a Bonnie in this world?” *super happy anime face* “That would be AWESOME!” *”awesome” echoes throughout the known universe*
He made me on purpose and he made you on purpose too. Dwell in that.
This recording was made using Nick’s new gadget. Still working out the kinks, as in this is the first time we used it. But the recording sounds better than the ones I usually get with my phone. This is also not super polished because I did one take and said, “That’s good enough.” Also, there is a bit of dead space at the beginning. Just go with it.
Here’s a little tune I’ve been working on. I don’t know if I’m done with it yet. Maybe I’ll add a bridge or something. I definitely don’t have an ending yet. If you even sorta like it, share it on Facebook because I’m taking an FB hiatus. I still have my account, I’m just not getting on there.
I missed church again this morning. My poor children have had the worst experiences with allergies this summer. Not to be too crass but I’ve decided to dub this the “Summer of Puke”. It’s been… BAD. So. Bad. So I took my eldest to Urgent Care because she was amazingly sick this morning. She is doing much better now but I still missed church again.
That being said, I did get to hear all about church later from my husband, Nick. I definitely missed out on some good stuff this morning. Nick posted this pic from the service on FB with the caption: “We’re all dancing on broken bones.”
He was quoting Bob Bretsch, who was quoting Psalm 51:8 – “Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones that you have broken rejoice.”
Psalm 51 is a well-known and much quoted psalm. It’s beautiful and inspiring and if you haven’t read it lately, go take the time.
Anyway, as I went about my day, I just couldn’t get those words out of my mind, “We’re all dancing on broken bones.” For some reason I identify with them so much. Maybe because I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the battles we are all waging inwardly. Thinking how many of us are engaged in a war we don’t even know about.
And so with spiritual violence on my mind, Psalm 51 in my hand, and those poignant words on my lips, I sat down at the piano and wrote a new song. The song is called “Broken Bones”. (Per usual, I quickly recorded it with my phone sooooo… that explains the quality of the recording. You’re welcome?)
Saturday May 6th, 2017, my dear, handsome husband turned 40 years old. We’re getting old folks.
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.
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.