Black Hole

“Black Hole” is a song I wrote and recorded in 2020. Then, a couple years later, I came across this essay on one of my favorite websites, publicdomainreview.org. During the Great Depression, the US Farm Security Administration sent out photographers to document people’s living and working conditions. This project brought us well-known photographs like Dorothea Lange’s “Migrant Mother.” It also produced what would become thousands of “killed negatives” – photos rejected for whatever reason, punched with a hole to make their rejection clear.

The song itself was inspired by my learning that many galaxies, including our Milky Way galaxy, have at their center a black hole. I just felt like I could relate – and maybe you can too.

There’s a black hole at the center of everything
Even you even me what is gone what is yet to be
There’s rage there’s rest there’s reality
Warped around what we cannot see
There’s a black hole at the center of it all

Don’t you look too long or hard at the black hole underlying everything
breathe it in, breathe it out, hold it close, let it go
There’s love there’s light there’s levity
rippling from what you never see
There’s a black hole at the center of your soul

dream perchance to sleep
Void and without form
In the dark and deep
Ever being born

Through the black hole at the center of your soul
broken hearted blessings flow
path of pain, gift of grief, fire of faith, cloud of unknowing
There’s hope there’s hell there’s history
Enigma wrapped in epiphany
round the black hole at the center of us all

*PS – “Black Hole” is one of 19 songs I’ve gathered from my last decade of songwriting and recording, and am preparing to release as an album. Fingers crossed, it’ll be out before this year is over!

Spring Break 24

In March, Nathan and I took our son and his best friend (oh yes, and the dog) on a spring break road trip to Red Rock Canyon near Las Vegas. We shared a delightful week of travel, camping, hiking and rock climbing, met up with friends and family along the way, made some music and lots of memories together. It inspired this song:

There’s just so much to live for
And there’s only so much time
But time don’t mind
It keeps on coming

I went out on the road
to have a look at my life
To see what I could let go
To count the moments in yellow stripes

I passed through the prairie
And over the great plains
Nathan read me a story
We saw the migrating sand hill cranes

And then we made out the mountains
On the far far horizon
We felt so good that we found them
We remembered we missed them

There’s just so much to live for
And there’s only so much time
But time don’t mind
It keeps on coming

The red rocks in the desert
The full moon in the night
Four wheels and a soft bed
Food and water and steadfast friends

We walked on the strip
We climbed on the stone
We sang to each other
We never left home

Now I’m back in Saint Paul
where I park my car
But I carry the road
Wherever I have to go

There’s just so much to live for
And there’s only so much time
But time don’t mind
It keeps on coming

Time don’t mind
It keeps on coming

Psalm 139

Here is the song I wrote on the very first day I decided to try songwriting as an early-morning habit, March 8 of this year 2024. That habit stuck well and produced a pile of songs which are still in various levels of tweaking, and as I wrote in my last post (at the end of April!), I batch-recorded four of them to post on Youtube as I had time. (I shared one of the four in that post.)

Nobody’s been waiting with bated breath for the next release (including me!) but here it is just the same, after a longer hiatus than I intended. It was a busy beautiful summer and now I’m settling into a newer routine in which I’ve significantly cut back my day job hours to make more time for music once again, so I think the next Youtube release will be much quicker. Also still crossing my fingers for a complete album release this year, which has been in the works for several years.

But on to the song.

Many of us who grew up in the church are very familiar with Psalm 139, or at least we think we are. When it’s included in public readings, it often cuts out just before this part:

If only you, God, would slay the wicked!
    Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty!
They speak of you with evil intent;
    your adversaries misuse your name.
Do I not hate those who hate you, Lord,
    and abhor those who are in rebellion against you?
 I have nothing but hatred for them;
    I count them my enemies.

But these days (and probably not just these days), I think this part is something we need to acknowledge. We humans are often quick to judge and prone to righteous indignation, with violent imaginations that, paired with powerful weapons and polarized societies, bring us tragic consequences of wars, mass shootings, and assassination attempts. Not to mention all that doesn’t make the news, including and down to the cold and selfish ways we can each so habitually treat one another in our everyday interactions.

The beauty of this psalm is that it doesn’t end with the vengeful part. Here is the ending:

Search me, God, and know my heart;
    test me and know my anxious thoughts.

See if there is any offensive way in me,
    and lead me in the way everlasting.

It’s no good to either ignore or justify our tendency towards hatred and violence. We must honestly name it out loud in the context of community – God* and neighbor** – seeking to be truly seen and known, and asking for help to live well together. “The way everlasting” is the only one that will ultimately work, that is sustainable and life-giving.

*However we each conceive of God, the concept is vital – none of us is all-sufficient unto ourselves. Something/someone is the ground from which we grow, the life that sustains us, and the overarching great beyond to which we are all ultimately drawn.

**Everyone is your neighbor.

Ok, really, on to the song.

You’ve searched me, you know me, my ups and downs
You feel me, you see me, you’re all around
Before a word is on my tongue you know
You lay your hand upon me

You’re higher, you’re lower, you’re everywhere
There’s nowhere I can go and you’re not there
Night shines like day, darkness is light to you
You lay your hand upon me

You found me, you formed me, my ins and outs
You read my life story before it starts
Your thoughts are vast, your works are wonderful
You lay your hand upon me

But all those bloodthirsty wicked ones
Couldn’t you wipe them out God?

Oh search me, know my heart, my anxious thoughts
Test me, and see where I’ve gone wrong
Lead me in everlasting ways with you
Oh lay your hand upon me

Life is the Way You Make It

This year I started a new songwriting routine – I take my coffee and my laptop into my tiny basement studio, and work on songwriting for 30-40 minutes before I leave for work at 7 am. I’m not writing and recording and posting a song a week like I used to, but a surprising amount of writing is actually happening. I recently did a batch recording session of four songs I wrote in March and April, and today I uploaded one to my Youtube channel. More to come as time allows!

This one was written for my daughter.

Beautiful girl don’t be afraid of this world
This solid ground that keeps on spinning you around
In spite of what you might be told you should know
Nobody ever gets everything figured out

Life is the way you make it
Love is a road, I hope you take it
Wherever it keeps leading your courageous heart

Bold brilliant woman you break through like the dawn
Lighting the room with your inventive energy
Calming your anxious thoughts with your steadfast soul
Finding the words that tell the truth and set you free

Life is the way you make it
Love is a road, I hope you take it
Wherever it keeps leading your courageous heart

Climb on amazing human precious and tough
Don’t let them tell you it’s all over when you fall
You’ve learned the ropes so you know one’s not enough
To meet all the challenges and joys up on the wall

Life is the way you make it
Love is a road, I hope you take it
Wherever it keeps leading your courageous heart

Seventy and Sunny

I’ve been easing my way into 2024. Here we are in March and I’m sharing a song I wrote for my mom’s surprise birthday party in January (her actual birthday is in Feburary). But why not draw out the celebration for such a lovely human? I could tell that the monumental number felt a bit frightening to her, so this song was partly to remind her that seventy and sunny, which she now is, is just about as delightful as it gets. (Although I’m quite sure she’ll go on to fill every number beyond with joy!)

My Nathan learned to play ukulele just for this song, and the vocal harmonies he came up with are so sweet. I love the sunny Beach Boys vibe.

Oh hallelujah hello
how does your garden grow?
with joy and peace and elbow grease
And tender loving care

Seventy and sunny
Blue skies in your eyes
Through the darkest cold
Your heart of gold
Ever shines a gentle light of love

Oh celebration so sweet
Oh happy dancing feet
Every day a holiday
whipped cream with a cherry

Seventy and sunny
Blue skies in your eyes
Through the darkest cold
Your heart of gold
Ever shines a gentle light of love

Oh you bring us home
You bring us back to life

Oh wow you wonderful one
Two is so much fun
But three and four
and then some more
Is such a feast to share

Seventy and sunny
Blue skies in your eyes
Through the darkest cold
Your heart of gold
Ever shines a gentle light of love