Angel
Boom
An Old Faded Picture
About thirteen years ago I had the strangest dream I’ve ever had, and I’ve had a few. I thought, “What the hell did that mean?” For the first time in my life, at age sixty, I wondered who my biological father was. I called my sister and asked if she would be willing to do a genetic test. She said yes, and we both swabbed our mouths and sent our samples to a lab in Texas. The results came back: the greatest likelihood was that we had different fathers. I began to search for my biological father. A few years after that I found this picture in a box of old family photos. I wrote this song to the man in the picture. I continue my search.
Take a Little Breath
The Waking
My husband Dan heard this poem from Robert Bly at The Mendocino Men’s Conference in the 1980’s and brought it home and shared it with me. I was touched by Roethke’s words, so mysterious and evocative. Who knows why the words to a poem make you want to cry?
Last Night
Lyrics and more at Bandcamp
Get Out of My Face
Slow Dance
This song is an example of how trust can lead to a good result even if the trust is misplaced. A while ago I received an email from a doctor in New York which told about a young girl who had cancer and was going to die before she could enjoy being an adult. He enclosed a poem she had written which encouraged the listener to, “Slow down, don’t move so fast….before the music’s over.” I was touched. As a gift to her I set the words to music, got some musicians together and recorded it. I was all set to send it to her as a loving tribute before she died when a friend mentioned that this was a scam. Oops. I looked it up on Snopes and sure enough… It turned out to have been written by David Weatherford, a psychologist. O well, at least I got a song out of the scam.