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Recently the San Diego Songwriters Collective posted a prompt challenging songwriters to write a song using Colors as an inspiration. I couldn't make the meeting, but decided to take a stab at it anyway. Here's what I came up with. In what comes as no surprise to anyone on this planet, it's about my mama. Annnnnnnd in other shocking news, I cry in the video. I'm becoming a caricature of myself, guys, I know. Lyrics 1.I clicked the link that said add one to the basket I didn’t think I’d be this young shopping for a casket The whole thing was pink with pretty little flowers to match it We watched it sink deep down in the grave that we paid for to stash it CHORUS In a way, the day she died, I did a little too I’d have to say it was the day pink turned blue 2. When she was alive I’d get lost on a dime, broke down like a car I tried to drive away so many times but never got too far But now I believe she’s giving me signs, I see ‘em in the stars Even though grief made me blind now I see her fine, she’s on my radar CHORUS In a way, she gave me the go-ahead, the gasoline I’d have to say she's paving the way for red to turn green 
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It's been hard, losing my dear friend Jeffrey Joe while out on tour. I'm having trouble processing the reality and permanence of it. I'm sad I won't be around for the memorial celebration of life. But mostly I just miss him so, so much. When I had a couple days off in Vancouver, WA, I took a stab at writing a tune to honor JJ but so far I don't think this one does him justice. He always used to sign off "Ever Yours" and he would always tell me silly stuff like "on a scale of 1-10 I love you 94." I loved how silly and quick-witted he was. And how resilient. And how strong. And how much he loved me. This song kind of pales in comparison to all of that. I just don't think i'm prepared to go into the deep end of that pain yet. Maybe when I get home. For the meantime, this one's for you JJ. Lyrics 1. you had a big heart that bloomed like a flower you had a smooth voice that sailed like a ship you had a strong spine built like a tower you had a sweet smile just like a kids CHORUS ever yours, ever mine you taught me how to wait until the scar turns to a shine ever green, ever blue the color of my eyes now that they won't be seeing you 2. i had a hard time when you caught that fever i had a long cry alone in my car i had this pipe dream you'd live forever i got this feeling you did not go far CHORUS ever mine, ever yours our souls outlast the dusty bones of death and dinosaurs ever long, evermore on a scale of one to ten, my friend, i miss you 94  Hey friends - if you're digging the new album and want to get the lowdown behind each track, head on over to Global Texan Chronicles for the exclusive Track by Track feature.  Thanks to Mother Church Pew for exclusively premiering the music video for "Lights Out," the title track off my new album. Appreciate all the kind words about the album too! Read the full write-up and watch the new video here!  Gay Central Valley asked my sister Haley (who is heavily involved in Fresno's arts and LGBTQ scene) to interview me about the new album Lights Out and tonight's CD Release Party at Full Circle Brewing. Turns out being interviewed by your sister (who already knows everything about you) can get kind of silly. Read the whole thing here!  Check out this month's issue of San Diego Troubadour for a great interview and writeup about the new album Lights Out. I love how Lizzie Wann was able to weave together two of my passions (music and boxing). Shout-out to Title Boxing Club North Park! Plus, I got to talk about how much I love my wifey: “Audrie supported me through what now seems like an obvious realization that I deserve to be happy, and I’ve been bonkers in love with her ever since.” READ MORE  Thanks to Atwood Magazine for premiering the official music video for Surrogate, the first single off the new album Lights Out! "Sisterhood is an amazingly powerful thing: The truth is that our siblings are the ones who know us best, can relate to us the most, and understand what we’re going through at any impasse. They will be there for us through thick and thin, to joke with us, prod us, support us, sustain us, nurture us, and guide us through this adventure called life. Lindsay White’s “Surrogate” is a loving ode to her sister, an impassioned outpouring of warmth and vulnerability that captures the beauty and uniqueness of sibling relationships." READ MORE  Here's another songwriting book club creation, inspired by The Magic Strings of Frankie Presto by Mitch Albom. I was immediately taken by the fact that the narrative unfolded largely through the telling of stories at the main character's funeral. I started thinking about mom's recent death and how people I hardly know have reached out to me with little stories about the kind of imprint she left on their lives. I thought about my own funeral and how I hope to live in a way where people might have nice things to say or funny stories to tell at my funeral. Kind of morbid stuff, but it's a good way for us all to think about the stamp we want to leave on the world. Lyrics: Everyone’s wearing black Everyone looks so sad Everyone can be seated now Everyone ends up dead Everyone bow your heads Everyone remember CHORUS Was there a time or two or three she had you laughing Was she with you giving tissues when you cried Was she the kind of kind worth photographing in your mind? Did she give you a good story for the day she died? Everyone goes to bed Everyone ends up dead Everyone will live another day Everyone still misses Everyone reminisces Everyone has something to say CHORUS Was there a time or two or three she had you laughing Was there a moment you just had to memorize Was she the kind of kind worth photographing in your mind? Did she give you a good story for the day she died?  One of the lingering feelings surrounding my mom's death is guilt. In my better days, I know I did my best. On my not-so-great days, I am destroyed by all the things I could have done better. Guilt is not a productive emotion...it's just a reminder of what a shitty person you are with no gentle, redeeming reminder of how to be better. This is my first attempt at telling grief to fuck off. LYRICS: 1. you really got ahold on me ooh, you sink your teeth are you ever gonna give me relief or do i gotta pry myself free CHORUS you're wearing out your welcome i don't pretend to know where you really belong i'm sorry for giving you the wrong impression but guilt get gone 2. you really set a still steel trap you and i go way way way back are you ever gonna lift that latch don't you know i got a life to catch CHORUS  We're finishing up the brand new music video for Surrogate (first single of the new record) and we have a tiny bit of room for more footage. If you'd like to be in a music video all about sisters, now's your chance. Better hurry! Submissions can be sent (or dropboxed) to the email address below. We want footage of sisters who love each other doing pretty much anything! Dancing, shopping, singing, hugging, laughing, crying - anything goes! Tell your sisters, daughters, aunts, nieces and help spread the word to anyone who may be interested! We will accept both old home video footage and new smart phone footage...we just ask that you turn your phone/camera horizontally.  |
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