Monthly Archives: December 2010

If you think that loving people is easy, then maybe you don’t love anyone.  Or maybe you just haven’t had the chance.

I feel like I’ve written a whole album’s worth of material about this over the last couple years.  Not sure when or how I’ll release it.  People don’t seem to want to hear this kind of stuff.  These songs are my favorite songs to write though.  I’m not sure why we prefer to sing about infatuation.  I guess it’s simpler and more appealing to the impulse buyer.  Or maybe it’s because people are looking for an escape from reality as apposed involving themselves in any sort of conversation about reality.  I don’t know.  I listen to “Teenage Dream” as loud as the next guy when it comes on the radio… and I’m cool with that I guess.


Jonathan and Melisa are some of my dearest friends and also some of my favorite writers/singers of worship music. If you want to know more about them check out there website

The other night we were working on a song that I never sat down and wrote.  I never penned it to paper and we played it as a band for 3 years before we hardly had a conversation about an arrangement.  This week we tracked it in the studio and it’s the only song we didn’t really even tweak at all.  It’s just something we sort of played and eventually became a song.  I love it when a song writes itself.

I’ve heard that many of the famous folk songs of history were actually written similarly, but over the decades by the various people.  Each encountered the melody or a lyric in passing on some long forgotten walk, or in the chaos of some random street corner.  People who worked the fields or drove cattle would hum melodies to pass the the time and others would take them and make them their own.  I love the idea of the song being bigger than the writer.  I like to think of a song as a conversation that you could have with thousands of people you will never meet, even folks who exist years and worlds apart.

You never know how far a good song might walk.  You could be writing ideas and themes that could be shaping the way people think a hundred years from now.  Your melodies might travel into the future without you, knocking on the door of your children’s children.  You might be singing into the future…. just a thought. No Big Deal.

No matter how cool your job is, it’s slow movin’ on a Monday, especially when a huge part of what you do requires being inspired.   Guitars and soundboards don’t always seem so exciting after an epic city weekend with the wife and baby boy.

We went to the Atlanta aquarium yesterday morning.  After a solid sunday afternoon nap we went to see a movie in Midtown.  We stepped out of the theatre into a snow flurry.  The soft city lights danced through ten-thousand wind-whipped flakes as we leapt down the Atlantic station promenade to keep warm.  An elated baby child on my shoulders squealed with glee into the deserted streets of urban Georgia.  The air was cold and electric.  Like breathing in Christmas.

This morning at the hotel I kissed them goodbye and they rolled back to Charlotte town leaving me with cold guitars, preamps, cables, and compressors.  Sigh… Lets make a record.