Worship isn’t music just like love isn’t kissing but where there is worship there will be music and where there’s love there will be kissing.
All My Heart Could Sing
Last Wednesday 11.28 I had the sweet honor of being part of a songwriters night in Boston called The Thing. We got together nine songwriters, all playing on each others songs, and all chipping in artistically in different ways.
One of the songs I sung was ‘All My Heart Could Sing’. I’ve never played this one and had so many friends singing harmonies on the chorus. My friend John accompanied with sweet nothings on the electric guitar, and another new friend, Deni, graced us all with her high lines on the keys. It was beautiful to have other people add their voices, and ideas to my music, and also to be able to contribute to theirs, hence the honor that I feel.
Take a listen, there are some others to check out too. And thank you as always for listening to my music and the adventures I’ve been on.
From the people who brought you “New Sh*t”, comes a brand new show.
Come to The Loft (921 Boylston St. Boston, MA) at 8:30pm on November 28th to hear beautiful sounding things from:
Featuring: Adam Kronowski, Parker McAnnally, Alec Alabado, and Tim Reynolds.
Certain things God makes blatantly obvious: Things equivalent to being placed in an empty room with one large canvas, brushes, paints, and ample time. In the face of some situations in life where our overarching trajectories lead toward undeniable places ‘What to do?’ becomes a foolish question.
She’s a realist, I’m a dreamer
she’s a serious, I’m a singer
she’s the lullaby, that keeps stealing my words away
she’s the reason why, old men say the words they say
*I was never able to use this one in a way that I was okay with but I always wanted to share the words. Someday I will complete it.