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I CAN’T EXPRESS WHAT IS NOT REAL

I am still on my journey. Perhaps I will continue to write for the rest of my life. But “my journey’s insight” seems is definitely something finite and very special time for me. Lately, I have been living my life quite intensely; there’s been no doubt about that. That is probably because I have felt there is a deadline for me; I’ve had a premonition that something will derail me from finishing my mission, which is to record all my songs.
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SEEMS LIKE MY WHOLE LIFE I’VE WAITED

So today it has suddenly occurred to me that tomorrow is Jason’s Yarzeit. In two days, I will be performing at our temple my emotional song for him in front of a lot of people. I took my children to a family service a few times, and managed to get through it. This Saturday would be the first time in twenty-five years that I attended an adult service on this holiday. I’ve felt spiritual lately, and reborn. My voice and my soul are very connected. Although there is no guarantee I won’t make a mistake, I’ve decided I’m human and I’ll simply do the best I can when I play my song.
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HER SONG UNSUNG

I originally called my song on this post, “This Song Unsung.” This was one of my favorite songs because of the song’s pleasant chord progression. I wrote it as a simple ballad about playing my music and discovering love. The original song was in first person, with “I” statements. Since it was beautiful but brief; I decided it could be expanded. Since the song was already biographical, it became logical for me to go ahead and create an ending moving forward in time. It was painful to write the new verses. Because the lyrics were now in third person; I changed the song name to “Her Song Unsung.” Continue reading

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ALL MY LIFE NEVER PREPARED ME

There was another tape still left – it was from Jason’s funeral. When Jason died, the funeral was scheduled two days later. I wanted to say something, but decided it would be far too difficult to speak at my child’s funeral. Instead, I made a speech on a cassette, which was played to a hushed audience in a crowded chapel. Continue reading

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