This is Astounding
January 28, 2007
love,
sara
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War Stories from Ward 7-D
January 22, 2007
This is a story Lisa shared with me about Traumatic Brain Injuries and how soldiers who have suffered them in combat are in therapeutic services, trying tirelessly to regain memory, movement and sensation. I encourage you to take half an hour and watch this.
Anyone reading my blog or coming to my shows knows how I feel about war. I was crying while I watched this piece. I truly pray that we humans can learn to communicate in other ways besides violence. We have so many blessings, and it hurts hurts hurts how many men, women and children are affected by the horrors of war.
http://www.caconnected.org/tv/archives/417
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Talking and Singing and Bananas
Last Tuesday and Wednesday were the snow days. Home with the family, baking homemade cookies, ice sledding (not me, I was baking the cookies), a fire burning in the fireplace.
Ah, it was so relaxing!
Thursday, I flew to Houston. Nothing exciting to report there except that I LOVE SOUTHWEST AIRLINES! I loooooooooooooove the skycaps. In Austin, Gene and Randy ALWAYS seem to be working. I love lugging my guitars and bags up to their outside line cuz they always greet me, “Hey, Sara! Where to today? You sure been working alot!” Plus, tell me if you don’t notice this yourself next time you are at a Southwest Airlines terminal. EVERYONE who works for Southwest has GOOD TEETH! Nice and white and shiny. And everyone is smiling. The women call me “Hon”. Maybe I will take them all some bananas next time I fly.
I’m not sure if I reported this, but when I was in Denver, I had a very negative experience with a rental car company. I don’t normally have negative experiences. But this company had a female employee behind the counter who was popping chocolate kisses in her mouth while trying to talk to me. Her teeth were hard to look at, she was hard to understand, and she was EATING IN FRONT OF a customer….plus, she didn’t say, “You want one?” Not that I wanted one, but…how rude! Really.
So, this time, I got on the shuttle to ENTERPRISE, and DID NOT have to load my bags onto the shuttle. I had a chirpy 55 year old man who would NOT allow me to carry them on, and after I was seated comfortably, opened a cooler and handed me a cold bottle of water. YES! That’s what I’m talking about, people!
We’re driving, he’s chatting, we’re laughing and talking and he pulls up to the Enterprise rental facility, and as the doors open up, three handsome 20 something year old men in SUITS greet me as the door unfold open. They, too, wouldn’t hear of my carrying my bags, greeted me by NAME (“Welcome, Miss HIckman!”) and walked me through the lobby straight to the car…which was a gorgeous, brand new creme colored PT Cruiser! I didn’t have to do ANY paper work (I’d done it all online!). Everyone was smiling and waving me goodbye. I felt like
Alice in Wonderland, except no one was shouting “Off with her head!”
Drove to Livingston to stay with my mom and dad at their RV Chalet.
Spoke that night at First United Methodist Church about God, music and how the two have always been intertwined for me. I spoke to about 60 women after we had a yummy dinner of potato soup and salad. Then I spent Friday at the house, relaxing and writing notes; I started a new living journal with a young lady I met at the event. I hope she’ll write back!
Saturday morning I drove to Houston to stay with one of my oldest best friends…Julie! Julie has four children and a very smart husband and they live on what I call a “farm in the city”.
They eat fresh eggs from their chickens and grow food in their garden and they have a picket fence that runs around the perimeter of their baby blue house. It’s always a blast to stay with Julie’s family because they LOVE TO READ and we can have conversations about the presidents and their doodling habits to the death penalty to Super Happy Funland (an all ages club with no alcohol…) The amazing thing is that Julie has not aged in my eyes at all. She still looks like the 16 year old I performed with in the Folk Group. (Creative name, huh?) She has lovely freckles and deep eyes and hair that reminds me of Rapunzel, except that it grows so fast and thick she can give it to help kids with cancer, whereas Rapunzel just wanted the prince to rescue her and that wasn’t really helping anyone.
I sang at Unitunes on Saturday night and let me tell you….THIS PLACE IS AWESOME! I give it 99 stars! If I gave it 100, you’d think I was lying, so I will stick with 99.
I have now dubbed it the “Carnegie Hall of the South”. The sound equipment was top notch, and the engineer running sound had me feeling like a million bucks! All the folks that run the coffeehouse are very polite and friendly, and the minute you walk into this building (Emerson Unitarian Church on Bering Dr), you just feel immense LOVE. I am so excited to find out I will be returning in November!
Oh, also, I’d like to mention my gratitude for the omnipresent KPFT, their great radio programming, and special thanks to Larry Winters for having me on his show. I get the feeling Larry was expecting Laura Ingalls Wilder and that he was pleasantly surprised to learn I’m really a mixture of sugar and spice! I’m Carly Simon meets David Sedaris! Ha ha ha.
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The World Stands Still on a Frozen Dime
January 17, 2007
I popped my head into the taxi’s open window to let him know my flight had been cancelled. He was wearing one of those thick, wooly snow caps with ear flaps. He said, “Gotcha. It’s a mess out there.”
I run back up the sidewalk, carefully!, but not before I have surveyed my silent, blackened neighborhood. There is one street light on; it sends powdery orange beams through our towering, now frozen, live oak. Every single branch and leaf is covered in ice and it all looks so delicate. If I picked up a rock and threw it, I think the whole tree would shatter and tinkle and cascade blades of winter water’s ice everywhere.
To myself: I thank my neighbors, silently, and ask God to bless this neighborhood, the taxi man out working on slippery streets, bless my dog as she joins me, running over to pee in the crystallized bushes. (My dog runs over to pee, by the way, not me. Poor sentence structure!)
So much has happened since my last blog. I’ve baked homemade brownies, homemade chocolate chip cookies. I’ve stoked the fire, I’ve watched the lazy spiral of dancing snowflakes,
I’ve stood in awe as the world became a blanket of white. I asked Lance the other day why snow makes things seem so quiet, and he answered in his pragmatic way, “Because the clouds are heavy and low….when it is clear, blue skies and cold, you can actually hear Mopac from here. The sound can move farther in clear weather.”
I love asking Lance questions. I feel like the child on grandpa’s knee. I can say, “Honey, where is the La-ti-da?” And he ALWAYS knows how to get there…
“Well, you take blah-blah street about two miles, take a left at Appleton, then about twenty seven inches to the port-o-potty near Hansen’s Deli and zippity-doo-dah, if you aren’t in their parking lot!”
He’s lived in Austin a lo-o-o-ong time. Centuries. I married a smart cookie with the consistent patience of the sun and a heart of contentment.
Speaking of the man, Lance and I took a cooking class at Central Market last week. We were given the class of our choice as RESEARCH, because I have my own cooking class on March 1, my birfday! The chef, Paul, stood behind a prepped counter with a giant mirror hanging above, angled just right, so all of us newbies, sitting out in comfy seats at long tables, can watch how recipes are flushed out. Not only is it fun to watch how he prepares the food, but the quiet movements of his assistants bringng him ingredients was a culinary ballet! AND we get to sample everything he makes so that by the time the program was over, we’d had a five course meal, complete with two glasses of wine, or all the tea, water and coffee we wanted.
I’m really excited to host a night and be a guest chef! When they called to invite me, they told me what nights they still had available, so I jumped on the chance to DO something on my birthday. I chose Thai, cuz between that and Indian, you can’t go wrong. I’ll be creating a five course meal, as well, so come THAI ONE ON with me! Ha ha ha! I’ll probably make up some songs about mangos and pad thai! We’ll have a coconut cake, my favorite!
We’ve had two days of cancelled school, so we’ve been enjoying the girls enjoying the snow/ice. Lance, Lucky and I walked to the store yesterday while the girls were out with friends sledding. That was fun, crunching on the ice, hands nipped by winter’s chill, watching Lucky step gingerly over wet spots, getting to our neighborhood grocer’s and exchanging smiles with everyone along the way. I love the feel of cold air in my warm lungs. It really wakes up your soul!
I also performed in La Grange at the Bugle Boy on Saturday night. What a lovely place! It used to be a Sons Of Hermann hall, and Lane Gosnay has turned it into a songwriter’s sanctuary, with the original wooden floors (square nails!) worn just so from years of previous slow dancing and jitterbugs, and drapings of light colored silk tacked from wall to wall to create a sort of dreamy ceiling, complete with miniature white christmas lights….Sofas and coffee tables and chairs fill out the long room, and the sound man, Pete, did a fine job of making us sound
like pros! They serve coffees, fruit juices and milkshakes…..MMM…..
Then Kristin and I spent the night with our good friends, Mike and Ginger, out at their exquisite ranch. I know “exquisite” and “ranch” seem like oxymorons, but really, this place is so magical and lush….with horses and llamas and donkeys and a labrynth for spiritual contemplation and fishing holes (full of fish…I know….my daughters fished there last fall and were just hauling ‘em out with every cast!) and a handbuilt house complete with loft and RV chalet. Their kitchen rocks….a huge gathering table via a floating dinner table that can seat 12 comfortably. So we always gather around for food and drinks and end up sitting for hours talking about nothing and everything. Very relaxing way to start the new year: music and foods.
I shall wander back to bed now, and just indulge in some good sleepy time.
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International Women’s Museum
January 16, 2007
I came across your music while researching female musicians for our
upcoming exhibit at the International Museum of Women and was
wondering if you would be interested in submitting.
My name is Hannah Hill and I am part of the editorial team of the
Imagining Ourselves exhibit, a global, multilingual online exhibit
featuring art, music, photographs, essays and film by young women
between the ages of 20 and 40. For the past ten months, we have been
featuring essays and artwork of young women around the world in an
effort to answer the question, “What defines your generation?” and to
inspire people to take action on the vital social issues raised
through this platform.
From March to May 2007, the focus of the exhibit will shift to
Motherhood and the challenges this generation faces. We want to reach
out to young women to amplify their voices, talk about issues they
face and focus on the issue from different perspectives— but really
looking at personal stories. We are accepting film, audio, images, and
text on these issues: Maternal health, pregnancy, parenting, single
motherhood, adoption, relationships, work and family and much more. I
think some of your songs from Motherlode would work beautifully.
Yahoo! is our digital partner for the “Motherhood” project, and our
advocacy partner is the Global Women’s Action Network for Children—
guided by leaders such as HRH Queen Rania of Jordan, Madeleine
Albright, and Mary Robinson, former President of Ireland.
Get to know our exhibit by going to http://www.imow.org and clicking on the
Imagining Ourselves exhibit.
Thank you! I look forward to hearing from you.
Best,
Hannah A. Hill
Imagining Ourselves
International Museum of Women
PO Box 190038
San Francisco, CA 94119
http://www.imow.org
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Last Man In the Water/Story and Lyrics
January 12, 2007
The following story is about the real person the song, “Last Man in the Water”, was written about. I wrote the song after my friend, Neil, sent me an article about Mr. Williams, and my friends, Mike and Ginger, are helping me to record the song at Tequila Mockingbird with Marty, my dear friend and life long engineer.
I wanted to share this information about him with you all, via Wikipedia’s description online:
“Aboard that flight was Arland D. Williams Jr., a 46-year old bank examiner with the Federal Reserve Bank in Atlanta, Georgia. On January 13, 1982, he was one of only six survivors aboard when Air Florida Flight 90 crashed.
Bystanders, news media, and rescue personnel on the bridge and shore were helpless to reach the survivors. The only hope of rescue was a police helicopter, but it arrived about 20 minutes after the crash.
As the rescue helicopter hovered overhead, Mr. Williams repeatedly grabbed hold of the swaying lifeline and selflessly passed it to other survivors clinging to the wreckage. It is doubtful whether any of the other victims could have been rescued without Mr. Williams’ help. However, by the time the helicopter returned on a final trip to rescue him, he had already drowned.
Williams was posthumously awarded the United States Coast Guard’s Gold Lifesaving Medal by President Ronald Reagan. An important bridge was renamed for him, and The Citadel established several memorials. The new Arland D. Williams Jr. Elementary School in Mattoon was dedicated to his memory in August, 2003.”
In honor of Mr. Williams, I dedicate the following lyrics, and I hope to always share his selfless courage at every show in which I sing….When this recorded version
is finished, I hope to sell the recording at shows and raise money for an award that each year will be given to someone who has shown courage in the face of great danger:
A hero in our midst…I will let you know when the song is available…
Last Man In the Water
by Sara Hickman
Once upon a time I had a day
Seemed everything was going my way
I was the type who did believe
It couldn’t happen to me
Looking back on how it all got started
I never knew I’d be so open hearted
Here’s the part of the story
Where I have to say:
My life will never be the same…
Oh…oh
Here, underneath the water…
I can see…
Here, underneath the water
I’m finally free….
I was the last man in the water
I was the one who saved your
Sons and daughters
And when they finally sent down
The last shred of rope
I saw my last hope wave goodbye…
I barely had time to think
I’d just sat down and I just got my drink
I heard an awful sound and the world caught fire…
Freezing water swirling all around
I saw it pull a young couple down
My fingers cold, my body numb
Revelations for everyone…
Here, underneath the water
Oh, I can see….
Here, underneath the water
Life’s bigger than me….
I was the last man in the water
Yea, I’m the one who saved your
Sons and daughters
And when they finally sent down
The last shred of rope
I saw my last hope wave goodbye…
What would you do…in my shows….
When you’ve got everythin to lose…
I gave away my sweet, sweet right to life….
But I don’t regret
This final sacrifice….
Oh……….
There were maybe four or five of us…
Three began to pray, one began to cuss
Who knew who’d be saved, and who was through?
Time was tickin’, man, it sure can fly
When life is passin’, before your eyes
You realize what you have got to do….
So, you become the last man in the water
Yea, you’re the one who saves the sons and daughters
And when they finally send down
The last shred of rope
You’ll see your last hope
Wave
goodbye….oh………
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Lloyd Doggett Is Determined/ UPDATE from UNIVERSAL LIVING WAGE
January 11, 2007
Thank you.
Richard R. Troxell
National Chairman
Universal Living Wage
(512) 796-4366
January 11, 2007
Dear Sara:
Knowing of our shared interest in protecting workers’ rights, I offer this update from Washington. After years of Republican neglect on the issue, the House of Representatives yesterday
passed legislation to increase the minimum wage to $7.25. I strongly supported this bill, and my comments from the floor of the House are below.
There is much to be optimistic about in the New Year — the House has already passed half of its First 100 Hours agenda, including
H.R. 1, to enact reforms of the 9/11 Commission, H.R. 2, to increase the minimum wage, and H.R. 3, to expand stem cell research opportunities.
In the next few months, there may be a few bumps in the road, but we are on the right path. As always, please keep me advised of
any federal matters on which I may be of assistance.
Rep. Lloyd Doggett
(Here is Rep. Doggett’s speech:)
Minimum Wage Floor Speech
January 10, 2007
The last time the real value of the minimum wage was this low, Elvis was singing Heartbreak Hotel. But these days it is poor, working folks who have the hearts break when the minimum wage is not even close to being a living wage.
We need to take the minimum for wages and raise it, because there is no maximum limit on the cost of prescription drugs, tuition, a
doctor’s visit, or a tank of gas.
Meanwhile, if the gap between the rich and poor in this country continues to widen the way it has under this Bush Administration, we will soon have the economic features of a Third World country. A CEO earns in two hours what hard working people earn on the minimum wage in an entire year.
As Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. told workers in 1968, “It is a crime to live in this rich Nation and receive starvation wages.” And it is a great wrong to deny the nearly one in five workers in Texas who will get a raise as a result of this bill.
A rising tide does not raise the boats if some of them are anchored to the bottom by Republican ideology. The kinds of objections we have heard today are why it has taken so long to do so little. After ten years of doing nothing for the hardest workers, let’s approve at least this modest increase.
Sincerely,
Lloyd
A response from John Kelly…Thank you, John, for writing your thoughts. I couldn’t agree more, and it is important we all speak out about a fair, LIVING wage….
$7.25/hr is $14,500/year, or a little over $1100/month before taxes.
Where I live, the cheapest 1 bedroom apartment costs $425/month +
$100/mo gas+electric and $25/mo for water. A bus pass is about $50/month.
How many people could you feed and clothe on what remains? How much
could you save for retirement?
Built into this wage is the assumption that both parents will work for
it, and that their kids will be raised on auto-pilot.
Contrast that with the other end—the 89 vice presidents at my company
each earning near or over seven figures per year. If I had $2,000,000,
I could live quite comfortably and never need to work another day in my
life. If I had $4,000,000, I would have to *work* at spending the
excess income to keep it from building up.
What drives a person to work so hard for money they don’t need? If
they can justify sacrificing their own family lives for excess income
needed only for bragging rights, why wouldn’t they sacrifice our retirement
and health security?
I don’t know what the answer to this problem is, but I think it would
have to be more dramatic than $7.25/hour.
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Happy New Year, Friends of the Song!
January 09, 2007
So…I’d like to return John’s kind favor with… an AUDIENCE REVIEW!!!
TO BEGIN: THE CLUB
When I got to Swallowhill, (where I hadn’t performed since 2000, then pregnant with my second child), I was immediately swaddled in the memories and
grand fellowship of how delicious the last show had been. I felt a warmth in the building, an inclusion, if you will, of past performances by John Gorka, Carrie Newcomer,
and many others all cheering me on…
THE FOLKS that run Swallowhill are simply marvelous. They attend to the green room, to make sure there is hot water for tea, cookies, snacks…They have a great sound engineer, Brian, who made soundcheck seamless and quick…The performance room itself is lovely, with a wide stage and chairs tucked neatly in rows, the house itself a former church…so it just feels inspired and holy! and all the volunteers have a smile and a cheery attitude. I can’t say enough about Swallowhill. Every town should have a version of this music school/theatre.
THE AUDIENCE REVIEW
First of all, I have to say, it is rare I do not have an audience like the one I am about to describe, so I am very grateful for those of you who attend my shows
(and shows with Kristin, or Lorrie, or me and the band, too), and for the times when you bring new folks out to hear the music for the first time….
The audience members at Swallowhill’ s show were attentive, enthusiastic, and had a great sense of humor. Everyone was open to my taking risks…like
making up the song on the spot about Santa bringing Lance the guitar he had lost so many years back (thanks to Elizabeth yelling out, “I have your guitar!”, for inspiring me to break out in song!)…and they were also forgiving for the code in my node. I sang with all my heart, and everyone gave heartfelt applause back. A circle of love!
And at break, wow… I loved meeting so many new friends, seeing older friends, sharing memories, signing discs, and receiving gifts (a beautiful handmade bookmark of
shining beads, a box of yummy chocolates, hand-created bath salts…!) Maybe it seems odd that I would bring up the gifts, but I want them to be acknowledged. ..
Because many times I have said, while talking to someone after a show and they have handed me a gift, “…but I have nothing for you…” and without pause,
each of those who have brought me kindness respond, “You just gave me an entire show!” (Slapping myself in the forehead, here)
So, for 2007, I am acknowledging the ebb and tide of being givers/receivers. Both are a part of the relationship of musician/listener.
I hope for people to show up and fill in the seats so I can continue to share my musical journey, my stories, my dreams and wishes; and people choose to come be in the
audience to feel loved, hopeful, to laugh, sometimes, even, to cry.
But the best part of all is that this audience at Swallowhill shared the greatest gift…we all became one combined force of humanity as we gathered together
in a snowy world, together in a house of love…corny as that sounds, that is the greatest gift for me, watching people gather and bond and remember that each of us matters,
each of us is important, each of us is capable of changing the world.
So, thank you, friends at Swallowhill, for allowing me to share my music, for acknowledging the awesome talents of Kristin and/or Lorrie (as they sing and/or laugh along), and for your never ending enthusiasm, feedback and time.
Love,
Sara
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Why Money Isn’t Appearing In Paychecks…
January 08, 2007
January 8, 2007
Op-Ed Columnist
Working Harder for the Man
By BOB HERBERT
Robert L. Nardelli, the chairman and chief executive of Home Depot, began the new year with a pink slip and a golden parachute. The company handed him a breathtaking $210 million to take a hike. What would he
have been worth if he’d done a good job?
Data recently compiled by the Center for Labor Market Studies at Northeastern University in Boston offers a startling look at just how out of whack executive compensation has become. Some of the Wall Street
Christmas bonuses last month were fabulous enough to resurrect an adult’s belief in Santa Claus. Morgan Stanley’s John Mack got stock and options worth in excess of $40 million. Lloyd Blankfein at Goldman
Sachs did even better — $53.4 million.
According to the center’s director, Andrew Sum, the top five Wall Street firms (Bear Stearns, Goldman Sachs, Lehman Brothers, Merrill Lynch and Morgan Stanley) were expected to award an estimated $36 billion to $44
billion worth of bonuses to their 173,000 employees, an average of between $208,000 and $254,000, “with the bulk of the gains accruing
to the top 1,000 or so highest-paid managers.”
Now consider what’s been happening to the bulk of the American population, the ordinary men and women who have to work for a living somewhere below the stratosphere of the top corporate executives.
Between 2000 and 2006, labor productivity in the nonfarm sector of the economy rose by an impressive 18 percent. But workers were not paid for that impressive effort. During that period, according to Mr. Sum, the
inflation-adjusted weekly wages of workers increased by just 1 percent.
That’s $3.20 a week. As Mr. Sum wryly observed, that won’t even buy you a six-pack of Bud Light. Joe Six-Pack has been downsized. Three bucks ain’t what it used to be.
There are 93 million production and nonsupervisory workers (exclusive of farmworkers) in the U.S. Their combined real annual earnings from 2000 to 2006 rose by $15.4 billion, which is less than half of the combined
bonuses awarded by the five Wall Street firms for just one year.
“Just these bonuses — for one year — overwhelmingly exceed all the pay increases received by these workers over the entire six-year period,” said Mr. Sum.
In a development described by Mr. Sum as “quite stark and rather bleak for the economic well-being of the average worker,” the once strong link between productivity gains and real wage increases has been severed.
The mystery to me is why workers aren’t more scandalized. If your productivity increases by 18 percent and your pay goes up by 1 percent, you’ve been dealt a hand full of jokers in a game in which jokers
aren’t wild.
Workers have received some modest increases in benefits over the past six years, but most of the money from their productivity gains — by far, it’s not even a close call — has gone into profits and the salaries
of top executives.
Fairness plays no role in this system. The corporate elite control it, and they have turned it to their ends.
Mr. Sum, a longtime expert on the economic life of the American worker, said he is astonished at the degree to which ordinary workers have been shortchanged over the past several years. “Productivity has been
exceptional,” he said. “And for most of my life, the way to get wages up was to be more productive. That’s how our economy was supposed to work.”
The productivity gains in the go-go decades that followed World War II were broadly shared, and the result was a dramatic, sustained increase in the quality of life for most Americans. Nowadays workers have to be
more productive just to maintain their economic status quo. Productivity gains are no longer broadly shared. They’re barely shared at all.
The pervasive unfairness in the way the great wealth of the United States is distributed should be seen for what it is, an insidious disease eating away at the structure of the society and undermining its
future. The middle class is hurting, propped up by the wobbly crutches of personal debt. The safety net, not just for the poor, but for the middle class as well, is disappearing. The savings rate has dropped to
below zero, and more Americans are filing for bankruptcy than for divorce.
Your pension? Don’t ask.
There’s a reason why the power elite get bent out of shape at the merest mention of a class conflict in the U.S. The fear is that the cringing majority that has taken it on the chin for so long will wise up and
begin to fight back.
—
forwarded to me by Paul Sherr
“The budget should be balanced, the treasury refilled, public debt
reduced, the arrogance of officialdom tempered and controlled, and the
assistance to foreign lands curtailed, lest Rome become bankrupt.”
Quintus Tullius Cicero
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MAD WORLD video
January 04, 2007
Well, ok, not the world, but the people upon it. The people who are killing one another, oppressing one another, who are enslaving children and monopolizing resources, from money to nature to lives. The gangs of children who are torturing one another, the extremists who feel it is their right to extinguish others of differing viewpoints, the lack of compassion, consideration…
So… This is a simple, delicate video made by Gene, my webmaster extraordanaire, and Lance, my husband extraordanaire… Gene did all the editing/creating, Lance shot the footage of Lily and me. This is my first video in 13 years….
Please take a moment and be a part of the song by hearing the words. Tears for Fears wrote a tremendous song, and I am honored that I was able to license and sing the song on “Motherlode,” my new cd.
Feel free to send others to see it. Help us build a groundswell… I so want to return to music; we, my team and I, are trying everything we know to return my voice to a chaotic world… not for fame, not for glory, but for love.
I want to bring more love to the world.
To let you know… When I was recording the song, I wanted Lily to sing with me on it. Her emotion, and voice, could not be created by anyone other than a child, and she never fails to amaze me with her tremedous ability to interpret: musically, visually, aesthetically… so, she is in the video, as well.
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