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And I Said Nooo Nooo No

There’s been a lot of talk of recovery and the need thereof in my immediate circle lately. The word rehabilitation has been playing around my mind this morning, and I was thinking about the etymology. Latin re–again, habitare–to make fit. To make fit again presupposes that something was fit before. I don’t think that’s the case when it comes to… Read more →

Trash into Treasure

I vividly remember a dream I had when I was on tour in 2002. Pretty sure we were in Oklahoma City. I was at an artist’s studio, a ramshackle wooden shed painted white. It was outside on the greenest of green lawns, one of the most beautiful places I had ever seen. There were mosaics, mirrors, pinwheels spinning in the… Read more →

Sweet Beulah Land

When I was a little boy my mom and dad would sing this song at Woodville Baptist Church (near Westfield NC). “Sweet Beulah Land” by Squire Parsons. I remember the woman who often babysat me on Sunday afternoons and was my trusted source for Hubba Bubba, Hazel Norman (who also carried me into the church for the first time after… Read more →

Magnificat

Here is a simple setting I wrote of the Magnificat. I love this quote. One of my favorite writers, Madeleine L’Engle, and one of my favorite books, Walking on Water: “The artist is a servant who is willing to be a birthgiver. In a very real sense the artist (male or female) should be like Mary who, when the angel… Read more →

Go Slow to Go Fast

The word that has been tapping my heart on the shoulder the last few weeks…slow. I don’t do slow so well. And when I do slow down, a little panic button gets pushed in my brain. It activates an alarm for about fifteen minutes until my brain recognizes that I’ve actually grown more productive since I held my horses. I… Read more →

Why We Don’t Practice

I always miss East-Coast-style fall here in LA. I even bought some liquid amber branches with some fall color on them at Trader Joe’s the other day. They were for Melissa, but were they really? But I am grateful that in LA you can still plant a fall garden, so hopefully there will be some good veggies to harvest by… Read more →

Being Chosen

About a year an a half ago in the musical theatre workshop, I stood at the dry erase board, and we talked about what we could do as artists in an environment (Los Angeles) that seemed to be offering less and less gainful employment to theatre actors. Long story short, two separate production companies grew from the seeds we planted… Read more →