Also, tonight I'm meeting with my friend Kevin Fedewa who is working on an illustration for the album as well. I'm super excited to be able to get some sketches up online, so keep your eyes peeled for those.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Taking Photos
As production on my new album "Home and other Virtues" comes to a close, I got together today with my friend, co-worker and talented photographer Diana (http://dianacatherine.4ormat.com) to take some photos for the cover and who knows what else. It's never my favorite thing to have my picture taken, but it definitely helps to have the photographer be a friend. Excess photos will be put online, don't you worry.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Song Lyric: "And a green balloon"
So, with the release of my new album coming, I thought I would share the lyrics to one of the new songs. It's called "and a green balloon"
Loudly, stomping on the sidewalk,
brand new dress and knee socks
and a green balloon.
Fingers wrapped around the strand
that bound balloon to hand.
Said mother, "do the best you can
to hold on tight."
Anxious, waylaid by the street light,
fidget, frown, but sit tight holding mother's hand.
Stranger, eye's on her balloon
says, "things they pass too soon,
so don't let go, the things we love
we tend to lose."
"…hold on tight"
"…don't let go"
Grandma sipping from her tea cup,
graying hair and make-up
covers crows feet's lines.
Winking, whispers in her ear,
"grand daughter don't you fear.
Yes, things will fade, but make the most
while you're still here."
She took her green balloon
and loosed it on the sky,
watching it dip and sway
among the power lines.
From childhood on, we are taught to treat things as precious and we cling to our possessions afraid to lose them. However, the little girl in this song finds the most joy in watching her possession float away from her.
Loudly, stomping on the sidewalk,
brand new dress and knee socks
and a green balloon.
Fingers wrapped around the strand
that bound balloon to hand.
Said mother, "do the best you can
to hold on tight."
Anxious, waylaid by the street light,
fidget, frown, but sit tight holding mother's hand.
Stranger, eye's on her balloon
says, "things they pass too soon,
so don't let go, the things we love
we tend to lose."
"…hold on tight"
"…don't let go"
Grandma sipping from her tea cup,
graying hair and make-up
covers crows feet's lines.
Winking, whispers in her ear,
"grand daughter don't you fear.
Yes, things will fade, but make the most
while you're still here."
She took her green balloon
and loosed it on the sky,
watching it dip and sway
among the power lines.
From childhood on, we are taught to treat things as precious and we cling to our possessions afraid to lose them. However, the little girl in this song finds the most joy in watching her possession float away from her.
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