Dylan was right.Reality has always been fragile,Just a matter of timeUntil what we love in this worldBecomes memories of once wasAnd in just a little whileWhat we hoped for in the distanceAnd dreaded from afarWill be right upon us.Love deeplyLive intentionallyLet your eye linger on the beauty of the earth,Let your mind be grapple with […]Read more "The times they are a-changin’"
Restraint is underrated.Knowing that you haveThe vocal rangeTo dominate a roomAnd yet choosing not toSays a whole lot more aboutYour personhoodThan your musicianship.Mighty is the manWho is not mastered by his talentsNor mesmerizedBy his own possibilities,For his ear is far more pleasedWith collective harmonyThan personal gloryAnd he sees it as no abuseOf his own stationTo […]Read more "Backing vocals"
Improvement is a giftWe can offer ourselvesThrough focused effortAnd applied hope.ComparisonIs a wound we can afflictOurselves withThat will bleed bright redEven on our best days.We tend to undersellBeing ‘better’As the thing you reach forWhen you’ve tried and failedAt being the best,But the reality isIf you’re ever going to beThe best you can beIt would surely […]Read more "Underselling ‘better’"
He lived His life on earthAt the pace of Heaven.Thirty yearsWas not too long to wait,Three yearsWas enough time for execution,The measure of his infleunceWas not in the number of followers,He would not be hurriedAnd yet was always open to digressions,He confidently sought the audience of thousandsAnd aslo craved solitude with His Father.The metronome of […]Read more "Metronome of Jesus"
Must the song play All the way to the end In order to be beautiful? Must every person you meet Approve of you In order for you to feel worthwhile? Must every one of your desires Have been accomplished For your life to have mattered? How out of reach is contentment? Many of our symphonies […]Read more "Unfinished Symphonies"
Freedom never stayed long with her.Struggle came too easilyToo frequentlyA fruit that hung much too low.The struggle alwaysSeemed to be continuing.She repeatedly found herselfAt war with othersAnd nearly every dayAt war with herselfAt war with her wrongsAt war with a worldThat didn’t make sense anymore.Freedom visited herLike a lover in a long distance relationship-Gloriously but […]Read more "Not yet Uhuru"
The song followed me aroundAll dayDemanding to be heardThe lyrics kept swirling in my headRefusing to be forgottenEvery step seemed to echoThe chorusMy fingernails incessantly drumming toThe beatIt was the soundtrack behind everyConversationThe rhythym of the passing minutesThe melody of my dayBeckoning me back to my phoneTo play it one more time.Read more "Melody"
During a rehearsalMistakes are expected.Vocalists are looking for a key that works for them and the song,The drummer is trying to land tricky rollsThe guitarists always seem to be tuning.Finding cohesion between all the moving partsOften takes a few rounds.So when mistakes and unplanned things inevitably happen at rehearsalThere are a few choices –To stop […]Read more "When to stop playing"
Jacob Collier is an awe-inspiring musician.He plays more instruments than most people can name.If you cut him he would bleed treble clefs.He writes, records and produces his own music.And he does it all with a kind of Exuberance that’s impossible to fake.A sensation.The world has taken notice.He’s even won a few Grammy’s.Sure, he’s multi-talentedBut he […]Read more "On being multi-talented"