Songs

Thanks to all of y’all, Nashville is officially out of padded envelopes.  I took the first wave of orders to the post office today, and I am so grateful for your support!  I’ll probably be saying this a lot, but it won’t ever be enough: thank you for helping me to do something that I…

Welcome to EP release week here on the old blog!  For each of the next 7 days, I’m going to tell you a little something about a song from the project.  It’s like VH1’s “Behind the Music,” but without the heroin. So feel free to listen each day – and then, if you feel so…

I moved to Nashville because I am a songwriter.  But truth be told, at the time that I moved, I could count the number of songs I had actually written on one hand.  More “brooding” than “brilliant,” I was never one of those children who composed music at age 6.  The decision to write was…

When this life, this world, this Whole Thing is all over, and we have the chance to look back on the story that was our life, I honestly believe that we won’t experience it as a narrative, but that we will hear it as a song – the most beautiful, sad, triumphant song ever written,…

My friend Zach moved from Seattle to Nashville this week; it’s great to have him here. We hadn’t seen each other in almost 3 years until he arrived on my doorstep on Monday night.  As I made dinner and we caught up, he told me that since the last time we saw each other, I’ve…

Judge me if you will, but I plan on bawling my eyes out when I see Jessi Alexander sing Miley Cyrus’ “The Climb” at the Bluebird tonight. That song makes my heart burst. Speaking of my heart bursting, yesterday, I received a rogue voicemail that somehow wound up in our queue at work from a…

Behold, the return of the deadbeat blogger! I mean, seriously.  It’s embarrassing.  I have been like an unfit mother – one who leaves her kids in the car while she hits up the Safeway for PBR and tampons.  I have abandoned this blog in the parking lot for far too many days – and in…

Recording a song can be like architecture – you lay a foundation, and then build layers on top of it, one by one. Yesterday, Josh and I made a scratch track, or a “shepherd,” as I like to call it – a single guitar track that will serve as the guide for the rest of…

I don’t even remember where I was, or how I got there – but there I was, cyber-stalking a stranger. Sadly, this is how many of my stories begin. And I came across a random crowd picture of last Saturday’s half-marathon.  Taken by a stranger, and uploaded in another stranger’s account.  A sea of hundreds…

In a grand twist of events, I found myself dining last night at the Eastland Café with my two roommates, one of their mothers, and two strangers. I had the duck. I love duck. The strangers quickly became friends. I fell in love with these women. I heard their stories – what brought them to…