I recently wrote a piece for Art House America titled “Voices.” I hear voices. I suspect you do, too. With that sneaky suspicion in mind, I thought a handful of you Rabbit Roomers might care to read the essay. Here’s an excerpt:
I have listened to inner voices for as long as my brain has had the ability to remember, recall, and, unfortunately, deliver psychological sucker punches. That is to say, for most of my life. The voices are debilitating. Most often laced with venom, despicable and cruel in all manner of punishing remarks, the voices that speak to me are old demons to whom I willingly lend an ear over and over again. The monologue is destructive and poisonous. This admission should not strike you as odd or maniacal, for I am convinced they are present in each of us. We lean in and listen, believing the voices to be true.
They are with me from the moment I awake: as I brew a pot of coffee, each time I lose patience with my kids, when I see my stubbled face in the mirror, when I peek at my bank account balance, when I scrape my knuckle working on a project, when I am unable to make eye contact with another human in my perceived inferiority, until the moment I finally lay my head on the pillow at day’s end. Sadly, they are loudest when I write, when I seek to string together words and bring something beautiful into the world.
Read the entire essay here: Voices
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I’m teaming up with the super-kind folks at Under the Radar (with whom I have done two previous smaller tours) for a house show tour anywhere within the continental USA. No joke. Anywhere.
You may be thinking to yourself, “Neat, that sounds fun, but I bet it’s expensive.” Be at peace, grasshopper. UTR is subsidizing the entire trip. Cost to each host is a mere $150 American dollars. That’s not a typo. UTR will fund the rest of the tour expenses (travel, lodging, meals, etc.).
Florida State University film student, Patrick Gines, approached me early in 2010 about writing a commissioned song for his film thesis project, When The Waters Rise. Randomly, I was scheduled to play a concert at his home church in Tallahassee just a few days after his initial email. (“Random” never seems quite an accurate enough […]
(1 Sam. 16:7, Rev. 21:1-7)
Lake City, MI is as fine a place as any to witness the kingdom come. Throughout the course of my thirty-days at a Young Life summer camp, the faint revelation occurs every Wednesday evening just as the night’s burger-themed dinner is winding down. Tangibly speaking, it has all the trappings of […]
Gus, a delicate yellow gosling, celebrated only a few waddling days on the Mississippi red-dirt farm where my mother grew up. Of the few sights the creature saw during its abbreviated life, the final was the inside of a German shepherd’s toothy mouth. As with King Charles I, heads rolled. Gus’s premature death caused great […]
Mid-February morning, silent house, a steaming cup of fresh brewed coffee, and a rare quiet moment to myself in the stillness of the early hours. I need this moment. Peering through the blurry condensation on the kitchen window overlooking my lumpy and weed-riddled Nashville backyard, it is evident that my labor yesterday pruning low-hanging walnut, […]
Normally, I – in this case, portraying a critic – would proceed to try and convince you to read this or that book by using my own words of approval. But I, already too crummy at convincing people to do this or that, choose instead to quote the author’s own characters – two stuffed animals […]
Soon after the release of my latest album, Chrome (2009), I had what business executives–and most normal people–would classify as a bizarre and terrible idea for an interview. Producer Ben Shive humored me, and together we (mostly Ben) pieced together this idea, a self-indulgent mollusk of aural awkwardness. If you […]
PREFACE: Chrome has been in the public eye for over a year, and though I am grateful for the positive feedback, I get the distinct impression that more than a few songs on the album are difficult to decipher. Though the following may, too, be abstract, it is my […]
Turns out there’s been an outbreak of psychosis at the North Pole, and a demented little elf mistook this year’s hot Christmas item for my latest album, Chrome. Santa and his minions – not to mention those nine poor, aging reindeer – are set to unload bargains upon the unsuspecting earth. WHO Director, Smithuel Sam, […]
The Art of Family: Rituals, Imagination, and Everyday Spirituality
Gina Bria (1998, Dell Books)
Traditions, rites, memories, rituals: These are overwhelming to parents desiring to foster a nurturing home environment for their children — one of joy, playfulness, freedom to be who they (and we) are, common courtesy, respect, and unconditional love. Such big shoes to […]
[Note: What follows is the piece I wrote for my session at Hutchmoot 2010.]
This past summer, throughout the course of a week, six adults shared their personal stories with several hundred high school students attending the camp where I played music. Their stories ranged from sexual abuse, addictions (including pornography, alcohol, drugs), abandonment, and seeking […]
Recently, I staged a coup d’etat and successfully ousted democratic leader and Under The Radar show host, Dave Trout. When will people learn that, sometimes, democracy simply does not work. He never saw it coming, poor guy.
In the current Under The Radar episode (#86), I take over the reins and pick the entire show’s playlist […]
If you’ve got eleven minutes to completely waste, here’s what my recently completed Under the Radar tour looked like from the perspective of a handheld, pedestrian autobot video camera. You’ll need an HD Blu-Ray player, 101.1xf digital Dolby surround, 3 MPGs of DOS-RAM, and a pair of Barbie 3-D glasses to see it. Mostly consisting […]
I’d seen him despondent a few times as of late.
Sometimes the answer that loves gives is the hardest one to take.
Thus begins the Bill Mallonee (Vigilantes of Love) song, “Skin“, about artist Vincent Van Gogh’s self-inflicted removal of a portion of his left ear, and eventually what the artist removed from the earth — […]