I’ve been a busy little bunny this spring, and have done a pretty good job of abandoning my blog duties here on my very own website. So while I’m still awfully busy, I thought someone might enjoy this little (belated) Easter tribute.

You see, I play in the band at Bel Air Presbyterian Church, and they have their Easter Services at the famed Hollywood Bowl. This year we couldn’t decide what to play as a postlude, so given the venue, I suggested we dust off an oldie-but-goodie and just re-word it to fit the occasion. I got shut down, but decided to go ahead and record it. Just in case…

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There’s something up with the MP3 files on my site. They sound all metallic. I didn’t notice it ’til I uploaded the tune for the last post. It sounds terrible! Is anyone else out there noticing this distortion, and does anyone have any idea how to fix it? The music on the homepage is all suffering from this as well — strange, as it played perfectly for several months. Leave a comment or shoot me a line if you have any bright ideas.

I’ve got this buddy Dan Wright who is (go figure) a writer. Awhile back he sent me a poem he’d written for his niece who was getting married, asking me to put it to music. Now niece Number Two is about to get hitched, and apparently a precedent has been set. I tweaked the lyrics just a tad, and here’s what I came up with. (The original poem is below.)

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A bird is just a bird, until you hear its song,
The world was just a place until she came along.
This little firecracker, who lit up our dark skies,
had a certain something, behind the bluest eyes.

She never entered quietly, her fits could make you scream,
A smile would make it all okay; our little drama queen.
We hung on every word she said, and loved the webs she’d spin,
Breathless stories, filled with life before she’d say “and then”.

A dream is just a dream, until it has come true
We looked around and couldn’t find, that little girl we knew.
She turned into our pride and joy, and left behind her fits.
We knew a certain something, had grown up in our midst.

Now here stands a woman, where once our baby stood.
A quiet kind of elegance, so sweet, so kind, so good.
We can only pray, that she may someday see
The joy we take in who she was, and who she’s come to be.

A bride is just a bride, until she says I do
And stands beside the one she loves and starts her life anew.
Reserved for only precious gifts, wrapped in silk and lace
May he see that certain something, written on her face.

Our morning sun and midnight rain, Our melody and song
With tender tears and fragile hopes, we send her on along.
We can’t imagine who we’d be, had it not been for our girl.
Who brought a certain something into our little world.

Okay, it’s official: This world is a beautiful place, and you only have to go to New York City (or YouTube) to prove it. Check out Greg Patillo, the amazing dude who beatboxes WHILE he’s playing his flute (and no, that’s not a euphemism). In this clip he’s accompanied by Eric Stevenson on the cello, and they’re playing in a subway station. For more killer tunes/videos check out his YouTube collection: FreedomworksFilms. Rock ON!

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