walking_smallbwWhen, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary to write something about opening back up after being closed up, about the search for connection, and the thrill and fear of the ride and the push pull and how cautious and reckless we are…It might sound a little something like this. This of course being a rough demo in preparation for some serious recording in a couple weeks! (In other words, be careful what you say. Ahhh–see what I did there?) xox Be Careful What You Say Be Careful What You Say (Take it Easy) Wednesday night ain’t nobody’s fault We didn’t think it was gonna be like this We all thought it was gonna be a whole lot easier Instead it turned out to be more like a near miss Somebody asked me if you tell the truth more when you’re drunk I say it doesn’t make a difference either way If you gotta get a bellyful just to say something to somebody Odds are the night’s gonna end with someone walking away Be careful what you say Be careful what you say Be careful what you say Take it easy I spent years and years waiting on the truth A truth that never got told You spend that long waiting around for something you never gonna get baby You gonna walk away feeling good and old Yeah you think I’m a grown up woman You look at the lines on my face You say right there there’s your proof Uh uh don’t get fooled by it Ain’t nothing but a little girl in this place Be careful what you say Be careful what you say Be careful what you say Take it easy And all of the things we say The reasons why we run away Are mostly just to make us feel Like somehow we are Safe And all this experience leaves us somewhere In between the old ways and the change We get to choose which way we head from here baby We get to figure out what things we want to rearrange I might come a long long way just to meet you I might leave with a smile on my face I might be devastated, blown away just to see you It might be the hardest thing to walk away Be careful what you say Be careful what you say Be careful what you say Take it easy

walking-smallJohn Lennon famously said that songwriting was like cockroaches in your kitchen in the middle of the night–you turn on the light and they all scatter. (Clearly, he lived in New York.) The point (I think) was that often, like lots of parts of life, we don’t understand exactly what we’re getting when we’re getting it, or where it comes from or where it will go. We have to trust what comes in when it does, and understand that if we shine too bright a light on the process it all might disappear. To that end, I’m getting ready to record a new EP (yippee!). I was putting some demos together, which lead to combing through some older stuff, and I came across this song I wrote 4 or 5 years ago called “Come Undone”. The song came in quickly, and then I promptly set it aside, because I was scared of what it was saying. The thing is, now I just like it. For what it was, for what it is, and for what it did. Funny thing, those cockroaches… xox Listen: Come Undone Lyrics: Sometimes I manage to raise my head sometimes I don’t Some days I manage to make the bed, some days I won’t Sometimes I love you so much it’s all I can do To keep from falling falling falling down on you Hey you know I love you Hey loving you is so fun Hey although I love you Hey sometimes I’m scared my love will come undone And in the morning when the sun is shining It’s hard to believe that anyone could lie We all seek and search and want the truth but When it comes down to it what we need is proof Hey you know I love you Hey loving you is so fun Hey although I love you Hey sometimes I’m scared my love will come undone And in the darkness when I just can’t sleep I slip away baby I crawl I creep I never know if it will be all right Or if I’ll come back at the end of the night When it comes down to it what we want is love When it comes down to it we all push and shove When it comes down to it we’re all on a cliff Shouting screaming falling what if what if what if Hey you know I love you Hey loving you is so fun Hey although I love you Hey sometimes I’m scared my love will come undone

Photo by: Dave Pedley
Photo by: Dave Pedley
Well THAT was fun! I can’t tell you how wonderful it was to be back in my old stomping grounds (note stomping in photo above), wailing away with my old friend Ginger–and new friends who played with us at One-2-One Bar! The place was packed, someone bought me a Lonestar Tallboy–what more could you wish for?
Photo by: Steve Hopkins
Photo by: Dave Pedley
Photo by: Steve Hopkins
Photo by: Steve Hopkins
Photo by: Steve Hopkins
Photo by: Steve Hopkins
Photo by: Dave Pedley
Photo by: Dave Pedley
Thank you to Dave and Steve for their photos, and thank you to Jeff Botta, Carles Zanetti and Stewart Cochran for rocking their instruments so beautifully!! xoxox