(Photographs in this post were a gift from my young reader/listener/writer friend Abby Ang. Enjoy Abby’s words here.) *Adding here to my original post, based on an interaction with a lovely young lady I hope to one day meet. She wrote: At each stage of this journey, it seems the more productive I am…the more [...]
A minute or two of some car convo on the songwriting process, followed by some in-the-studio eavesdropping. The two songs you’ll hear portions of on this clip are: The Best Thing (inspired by this post) and Kingdom Coming (on our response as Christ-followers to physical & spiritual poverty around us…I’ll be writing more about that [...]
It’s obvious she has the bug. She is 6 and can’t keep from it. Small brown fingers push the sound from the ivory and I watch her do what I do. Play. Evaluate. Try a new way. Repeat. Build a pattern, wonder where it must go next. She is emotive. Sometimes loud. Often tragic (her [...]
Masterpiece is incredibly close to my heart. I was once a very lonely teenager, despite being in the middle of a large and loving family. Although I didn't yet identify myself as being an "artist," I didn't identify with other established groups at school, either. I didn't play a sport and was pretty shy–didn't volunteer [...]
Yesterday I shared a brand-spanking new song with our church body, Christ Our Hope. It's called "Everything Moves But You"–I had written about the elusive quality of our dreams and all the things we want more of. Later in the afternoon, I drove to Durham and had the extreme pleasure of making music with Wade [...]
I left my camera and my Flip in my suitcase when we left the hotel on Saturday and again on Sunday. Can you believe that? New York City and no pictures or film to recall the occasion. Boo hoo. I left home in the Saturday morning dark and met Mom at LGA, because she [...]
I didn’t really think about music as “art” when I was a kid. I didn’t think of myself as an “artist” when I began melody-making or lyric sketching. It was just . . .music. It was…a body part, like an eye or a foot. Something you don’t consider parting with . “Artists” were people [...]
