Brandy (You're a Fine Girl)
There was a piece of my mother that remained absolutely her own. When I hear this song, I see her that way - not as a mom or a wife or a woman doing ministry.
When Hosannas Turn Silent
I walked through the train station on Wednesday like I was in a fog. Everything seemed muted and fuzzy and I noticed an acute absence of that joy, that wild praise that had driven my steps earlier in the week. That bursting-with-love heart I had carried had been replaced with the sad bruised one. Even breathing hurt.
Lessons Learned at the ISO
I noticed her during the movements of Appalachian Spring. She drew me in because, unlike the two other vocalists, she was lost in the music. As the orchestra took us with them through some - I'll use the word again - unbearably beautiful moments, she closed her eyes and had the hint of a smile on her face.
Thank You, Kim.
I was 13 years old and the youth pastor said they needed another keyboard player, so I came to learn what was up. The older, much cooler girl who played keyboard and wore cool makeup was showing me the ropes. She was good. Like, really really good. She had me play a couple songs. I was awful. Like, really really awful.
2010 Christmas Music Review
Hallelujah? As in, Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah?! NO!!!! Back away slowly, Susan Boyle. This is Jeff Buckley territory. Don’t Dream It’s Over? On a Christmas album? Who left I Dreamed a Dream off of this album?! YAWN AWARD.