a moody piece. DADDAD (but tuned further down to BF#BBF#B); Richard Putnam on organ.
These songs were mostly written at the annual songwriting retreat I take up at Wildacres Retreat Center in Little Switzerland, NC in the heart of the Blue Ridge Mountains. This retreat was created by Georgann Eubanks and is called SoLaTiDo. We songwriters share the mountain with a seriously talented group of writers there for their own retreat called Table Rock, also created by Georgann. It is the best week of my year and I have been going since 2005, save the two years of COVID.
written up at the SoLaTiDo workshop at Wildacres about Cedar Grove, the little township in which I live in the Piedmont of North Carolina.
The words "he was a planter; he was kind" were taken from a tombstone. The fact is we don't get to control our legacy. but may the legacy we leave be love and kindness that extends beyond the grave.
Here's a song picture of the state of North Carolina, which has been my home all my adult life.
Here's a look at my life: still hanging up the clothes outside, still making bread, and still part of a faith community.
I wrote this when I was in the group called Silver. We wanted to learn Jesu Bambino but the chords were too strange for us to manage. I came up with this sweet carol following the same format: marrying a new tune with an old familiar one. Now, I often sing it at Christmas eve services. It's a great way to start things off. Solo followed by the
I wrote this when I was in the group called Silver. We wanted to learn Jesu Bambino but the chords were too strange for us to manage. I came up with this sweet carol following the same format: marrying a new tune with an old familiar one. Now, I often sing it at Christmas eve services. It's a great way to start things off. Solo followed by the congregation joining in.