New Stuff

Click here for new song vids I had my knee replaced in February. I thought it would be like, oh, this knee looks bad, let's just put in a new one. It was a little more complicated and a little more painful than that. But I've been feeling kinda mostly myself again, so I've gotten some work done, part of which was getting some songs videoed.It's been a rough year and a half and i've written some sad songs but this one is fun.  One of the rough things was losing one of my college friends, who passed away from cancer a couple of months after my dad died. I never know when I'm going to write a song about someone specific but this one just kinda happened all at once.    and this is kind of an old song but a fun one...   I've spent the last couple of weeks getting some vids of Blesser Heart done so you might want to check out our new website here.  I've also got a couple of sync songs cooking and I might even record some of those sad songs next time I am rec

Blesser Heart at the Tennessee Theatre

  WOW After two years plus of pandemic isolation we (gulp) walked/limped onstage at one of Knoxville's fanciest venues and sang some songs. It was an honor! We had a great crowd and we had a minimum of catastrophes/calamities. We may never be this fancy again but it was fun. A bit of background... Sarah was kind of less than a month from the knee surgery that came after the first knee surgery when we did this gig. Long story short, she now knows she can do a prestige gig after two years off with a skinful of pain medications and steroids. And, pain. Because knee. Anyway: We were on the marquee... We had a dressing room with a COUCH in it, y'all. (our world's best roadie, aka Sarah's husband, was sleeping on it so we didn't get a photo). And we had a little time to roam around the lobby and soak it all in. Well, how was it? Did we sing well? Was there video? Did Sarah's high E string keep popping off for no reason? Did we have mostly incredible sound with a few h


I wrote plays in college and they ended up being produced. None of us knew about dramaturgy, the art of gently prying the script from the playwritght's hands and getting it into production in a way that benefits everyeone. I didn't know how to parse and understand criticism. I didn't know how to separate my powerful emotional wounds and colors from the ways that I needed to write about them.  So it came to pass that when I wrote my third play "All's Fair," I wrote about some personal stuff and I didn't have anyone to talk to me about how I'd written it and how to make it more effective, or anything. Playwriting had been incredibly lonely, even though the world was supportive and my shows seemed to do well.  "All's Fair" kicked me into a serious shame spiral and I had already been struggling with real life and my personal U-Haul of baggage anyway, and that's how I ended up "forgetting" about playwriting. I didn't make a c

Sounding Better

 I've been in the recording studio for many hours in my life. I've learned a ton, and for the longest time it was the only way to get the songs out of my head and into someone else's. But one of the many gifts of the pandemic is this music marketplace called Soundbetter. When I could not get to the studio, I found a producer on Soundbetter, and a singer on Soundbetter, and the next thing I knew I had a pop sound that was what I've wanted all this time. The guy I worked with for several years was wonderful but I didn't always know how to explain to him the sound I wanted, and I needed a sound outside his preferred genres.  My first Soundbetter project was this weird sync song called "Safe": Working with Kate Malone, the producer, was fantastic. She got the vibe I was trying to create, she was affordable, she's a woman, and I've never met her. Never even heard her voice .  Then Kate got involved in a big project, or got tired of me, whatever, I'm

Sometimes You're the Pearl #3: Country Music Karen

Sometimes you're the pearl and sometimes you're the swine. This is another experience with criticism of my work that I wanted to tell you about. I used to send songs to industry people for critique. Sometimes it was not in real time; I'd get an email evaluation. Sometimes it was in "webinar" form, where I'd hear the instructor's voice over some kind of pre-Zoom platform and we could chime in with comments, or be bombarded by the industry person's invaluable insights, if any. I did one of these one time, early in my attempts to become "commercial" and make industry contacts. The facilitator was a music industry publisher person I'll call Karen.  I had written a song, a country song, about running into your ex at the grocery store. I didn't really understand country music, and my song was kind of jokey like a country song from 30 years ago, where country music was able to laugh at itself. Karen heard my song, and she really, really hate

Those Pandemic Vids: Walkin' Papers

The pandemic was... well, you know. So many things. But one of the good things was my personal Esther (Biblical Esther) moment where I was kind of ready for such a time as this, because my weird grab bag of skills coalesced into the ability to make the pandemic music vid where everybody recorded their own part at home and we all sang together in our little windows. This is "Walkin' Papers" that we did, partly to serenade our friend Vicki, whose kidneys tried to kill her and she was in the hospital trying to get them to cooperate.  I had a lot of fun when people asked me if there's an app to make one of these. There isn't. Here's how I do it: Make a track for people to sing to. Have them video themselves singing their part to the track, wearing headphones. Get the vid from them - since the vid files are huge, and since Dropbox is a nightmare, this was one of the hardest parts. At this point I stripped the audio from the vid, dumped it into Cubase, tuned it in M


What an experience. I had tracks from 13 singers and one incredible cellist. I wanted the video with a separate little window of each singer, but it turns out that was beyond my video editing capabilities (but it isn't now); my friend Margaret Andrea got it done. The response was affirming and wonderful. I hoped to get singers together, make something beautiful, and lift people up on Easter. I think we did that. here it is on Youtube : Some thoughts: 1) sending a track to someone of you singing a choral part all by yourself is a really brave thing. Particularly if that person is either a stranger, or someone you think might be perfectionist or judgmental or more talented than they really are. ahem. I tuned and edited every track, not because yall sang badly, but just to fit everything better. I enjoyed the heck out of all the ad libs, and I'm going to put them all together one day : "this ought to be good" "I've done t