Christa Wells

Writing and singing when I should really be sleeping…

Tag: Music

To the young writer…

(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 [...]

Making the EP: Part Uno

As you may remember, I was in Nashville again a couple of weeks ago, this time to lay down the vocal tracks for the 7-song EP I’ve been working on.  These months have been so full, I actually didn’t even have all the music together when I arrived, nor did I feel super solid about [...]

what it means to be “Held”

(This was originally a “page” on my former blog…since I don’t yet have a place for it in this new blog format, I thought I’d share it again as a “post.”) I’m sure I have it documented somewhere, maybe on a piece of notebook paper, but I can’t recall it.  I do know it was [...]

More of what matters…

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 [...]

A Thousand Things

The greatest thing about making music and giving it away is the opportunity to form connections with other human beings with whom I would otherwise probably never cross paths.  Sometimes it's brief and passing, sometimes only long-distance via email, but other times I have the privilege of seeing a face and hearing a life story, [...]

“Just Music”

  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 [...]

a new “baby” in the house…

She belonged to someone else. And before that, to that owner's mother, a 12th birthday gift … in 1926. Through a mutual friend, she came to us, the owner not knowing at the time that I tend to breathe through my fingers.   That this relationship I have with keys, however imperfect, has been one of [...]

Christmas Bundles (and a message from Sam)!

Humbly submitting the opportunity for you to share the music and the love this Christmas with a bundle of CD/t-shirt and other goodies at my Storenvy shop. If you're interested in a single CD or download, you can do that right here where you are…but if you would like more than that, you can save [...]

On songwriting…

Writing again the past few days (nights, really)…remembering that sometimes a three-minute song requires days or weeks of loving, painstaking labor…shaping, like wet hands sliding over clay, forming, pressing, turning… Not always.  There are those glorious, rapturous moments when inspiration swoops swiftly down, blowing through a writer like a sudden wind.   But not often. [...]

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