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You guys! I would be THRILLED if you helped me kick off my birthday week by coming out to this show. My exceptionally talented friend Caroline Spence will be in town promoting her new album Spades and Roses (which is crazy stupid good btw). We'll be sharing a show at the new Java Joe's in Old Town. The FB invite is here, you can buy tix at the door, or you can visit Java Joe's website to find out how to reserve tix. See you soon! 
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Here's a sample of a song that was written for the explicit purpose of processing some very personal feelings about a very specific experience. Probably not a song I'll ever play out because the verses are too specific to be relatable, but I think everyone can relate to the chorus. We all have to go through life figuring out how to let go of pain and anger. Sometimes it feels better to just throw up a white flag and peace out on a situation that doesn't feel right. Other times it feels more worthwhile to stick around and see what can be salvaged. Either way, you just gotta go with your gut. Lyrics: 1. Right this way ma'am to the finish line I was never in your lane, you were never in mine Do what you gotta do Girl go get that win Did you do it the right way? Honey let's not pretend CHORUS sometimes you must choose to lose with a shrug and a grin 2. Come with me friend to the starting line You know I got your back, I hope you still got mine Do what we gotta do to begin again I won't fight for a prize But I'll fight for a friend CHORUS  This one's pretty self-explanatory. A little love letter to my wife for being just the absolute best thing a person could ever come home to. Lyrics: Ain’t nothing new today Ain’t nothing profound to say Nothing of consequence achieved Nothing that I lost was retrieved CHORUS But I came home to you And you came home to me That’s more than a lot of folks can say There’s something to being with you At the end of a nothing kinda day Ain’t nothing crossed off the list Ain’t nothing worth my unclenched fist Nothing made work more than a check Nothing made my head less of a wreck CHORUS  My former partner and bandmate recently had an article come out for her solo record, and I objectively observed how 6 jam-packed years of shared experiences with her was so easily whittled down to a few sentences. It didn't make me feel sad as much as it made me feel so distant from a place I was once neck-deep in. I started thinking about how that kind of stuff happens over and over again in our lifetimes. How stories we're so immersed in become tiny little footnotes. How each skin we shed is full of so many experiences that are just left to die in order to grow new skin. So much gets left out in order to make room for more. Who's the real author? Are we writers or our own destiny, is it fate, God, a mix? That's sort of what I'm alluding to with the whole "dot above the i" thing. Lyrics: When the novel becomes a chapter When the chapter becomes a line When the story you’ve been chasing after Becomes once upon a time CHORUS Tear it up and let it fly Tell it to somebody in the sky Punctured and punctuated by The dot above the i When a friendship becomes a footnote When a hug becomes parentheses When the story you thought you wrote Becomes whose words were these CHORUS  |
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