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ONE DAY SHE SHARED HER PAIN INSIDE

I have been a “one woman production company.” I’ve edited voice lessons, recorded and composed songs, performed, and written my blog posts. At this point in time, my focus has begun to adapt my enormous blog into a book.

I just realized that “fear of failure” is not a good reason to wait anymore.
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A BEAUTIFUL START

When I got married, I certainly embraced the ”romantic love concept.” All of my songs and writing were so innocent. I was very immature. I have wondered for many months whether I would be able to share what I am about to. If I could share how I felt when I saw my dead son’s body, I decided I could share this.
I was actually married six months before my wedding. It was not a fabulous, passionate elopement kind of thing. It was actually quite traumatic.
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AUTUMN RECOLLECTIONS & ALONE

It turns out that the songs I’ve decided to record last are musically the most unusual and interesting. When I went into George Reich’s studio, I decided to arrange two songs together: Autumn Recollections and Alone. Both songs are among my earliest compositions; I was seventeen years old when I wrote them. I decided to exercise creative freedom by connecting the songs; they are short and similar in style. Each has dissonant chords, as well as three stanzas without a chorus. Three strings of the last chord on Autumn Recollections carries over into Alone, even though they are in different keys. Continue reading

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BESIDE ME ALWAYS – PART 2

when you died my tears filled an ocean. I was violently submerged – gasping, barely able to stand the shock; swirling in a raging current, a current of time. I was gasping, paralyzed, and choking, wanting to drown, but unable to sink. The current dragged me along –
it seemed endless . . .
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