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Music, Never Leave Me

Right now it is Lauryn Hill. Stirring my soul.

Yesterday, Maroon 5.  Made me dance in the kitchen.

The day before, Watermark.  Ushered me in to a peaceful place and time, alone with my God.

I must have music as a part of my life. I have to hear it in the car while driving…more often than I have to have a beverage in my right hand. And that’s a lot. I have to have it on in the living room when the TV is not on. Music helps to remind me that there are more songs to be written. The arrangements, styles & experiences out there remind me of the boundless creative reservoir out of which music is born. It helps me to never give up. Music will always be my heart. Not in my heart. It will always be my heart. A key element that makes it keep beating…keep striving…keep believing that I have an irreplaceable purpose in writing and singing and expressing all that God has put inside me.

The week of Christmas, it was Brook Fraser I listened to for a just a few moments. She inspired me to write more, to keep it simple and pure, and to express my ideas with meaning. To write with a global perspective.

Two weeks ago it was Christina Aguilera. I was missing my band from the three years we lived in Austin. She pushed me to keep singing. To try to sing higher, and lower, and with more control. She helped me to keep my focus. And also helped me find my inner-sexiness when I needed to.

A month ago it was Casting Crowns – a Christmas song of theirs that reminded me of the names of God, right when I needed that to hold on to and give me hope.

Music, stay within me.

You help everyone believe me.

Awaken the places

That’ve fallen complacent.

Never leave me, please

Never leave me.

 

Investing in Someone Else’s Dream

Today I ran into my old boss, friend and musician in the worship team I was a part of years ago; his name is Jerry. As I think back to my 3 years working for him as a dispatcher for a commercial miniblind and drape company,  I recall one main event. Read more…

A Tribute to my Austin Band, Illuminate…

 

The Making of a Band ~the soulful, seasonal music of Illuminate ~

I thought I’d write a little somethin’ about the band I was in, while living in the Austin area, from ’07-’10. It was a great experience & I never want to forget it. Since I live back in the NW now, there’s no need for an Illuminate Band “page” on my blog, so I changed it to a blog post instead, with the hopes that I’ll be replacing that band page with a new one. I love to jam. Love to write. Love to work with gifted musicians. I think that it’s just a matter of time before God leads the way for a new opportunity here in Oregon.

Three years with ILLUMINATE:

One month after moving to Austin in ’07, God put together our band, starting with acoustic guitarist & friend, Rene Ramos. The two of us were known as “Illuminate”. We got busy learning Christmas material, mostly songs that revealed the true nature & origin of the beautiful holiday.

In December ’07, we played our local Starbucks in Round Rock, Tx. & had a (short) blast – then took a (long) break. Much of ’08 & ’09 was spent writing original songs, but I don’t have quite enough written to go live in local venues, year-round…still a work in progress.

Christmas ’08, Illuminate joined forces a 2nd time, with new talent! On percussion, Elvis Lossa, on bass, Jason Kraft & on lead guitar, we had the humble Vincent “Lee” Flores.

We also added three more Starbucks locations to our schedule. Our hearts were really set on playing for a county jail, neglected kids at a children’s home, or a hospice facility…but apparently it’s a lot easier to get scheduled to play for the general coffee-sippin’ public than the oppressed. Either way, we’re booking early this year, & we’re more persistent. Illuminate ’09 consisted of:  Rene Ramos, Chelan Rene’ Russ, Lee Vincent Flores, Jason Kraft & Daniel Sadivar, our drummer.

We were able to do our thing at 7 diverse settings during December of ’09…

  • Sat. the 5th @ 4pm: The Querencia at Barton Creek (Austin’s premiere retirement community offering Assisted Living, Long-term and Skilled Nursing and Memory Support).
  • Sun. the 6th @ 4pm: SPJST (Taylor’s finest Rest Home providing medical, nursing and rehabilitative care, personal care & assisted living with programs that address social and spiritual needs of every resident).
  • Thurs. the 10th @ 5:30pm: The Top Drawer (as a non-profit thrift store, The Top Drawer supports Project Transitions, giving housing & hospice care for people in the Austin area dying with HIV/AIDS. Acoustic Night greatly helps to achieve  their mission).
  • 12th @ 7:30pm: Ricoco’s Latin Grill (family-owned by Richard & Coco. This place has the best Latin food in the greater Austin area. Fun for the whole family; definitely worth the drive to old town Taylor).
  • 18th @ 7pm: Blue Marble Java, supplying Pflugerville with the absolute best, freshest tasting premium gourmet coffees and service second to none. BMJ is proud to be as earth friendly as possible, showcase local musicians for a free & relaxing experience, and they provide free Wifi. What an artsy, roomy, & modern atmosphere!
  • 19th @ 1pm: Austin Recovery, where the healing begins. Austin Recovery has been providing “Affordable, Effective, Compassionate Alcohol and Drug Treatment since 1967″.
  • 22nd @ 7:30pm: Project Transitions, Roosevelt Gardens Housing Community, specializing in housing for those impacted by HIV/AIDS. For recorded live /streaming footage of this last show, go to illuminatelive.com/now. It was a 1st trial run using live streaming technology, so please excuse all the glitches! The show actually starts 20 minutes into the recording, the video freezes at about 37 minutes into it, but audio continues until the end.

 

A Poem

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Southbound

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She used to be a sturdy branch, proud and blossom-bearing.

Now she is a piece of firewood, split with an ax and used to warm a man’s moment.

She stares from the backseat down a crowded freeway and ponders the irony of that word.

 

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Westbound

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Cut from her life-source, now unable to bear the weight of fear, it gets so heavy that it crushes young bones.

It leaves her whiskey-scented, terribly fragmented.

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At the Border

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She recalls the voice of her Sunday School teacher, Mrs. Ray, “all things work together for good” and asks herself if this journey could be included in the glorious idea of  ”all things”.

Good, at one point surrounded her; it is now a speck on a mountainside with no road leading to or from it.

Her one piece of ID is taken. Soon after, another piece is stolen, never to be returned. This one is much more sacred – a blend of body, mind and potential.

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Eastbound

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Her eyes watch the signs blur by and the pavement turn to gravel to dirt.

An unsuspecting field her suite, flowing curtains made of wheat.

A client tries, her eyes to meet as she lets them close, recalling a song her Mamma lulled, “turn your eyes upon Jesus”.

She waits for things of earth to grow strangely dim.

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Southbound

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Split with an ax by one more of hundreds.

Wholeness is a far-fetched dream of which she cannot afford to let go.

Stories of rescue, of raids and redemption resound with hope just palatable enough to grasp in her small hand.

She opens her eyes and discovers what was clenched in her hand: the corner of a stained motel sheet.

Knuckles white from this plight. If her spirit weakens any more, this hope will be but a thread, spinning and taut.

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Southeast bound

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She hears a wrinkled woman humming a hymn & the words come back to her.

Its truth thickens the thread.

She recalls when a freeway used to be a free way,  summons the courage to imagine a listening, loving God and wonders if anyone is praying to him on her behalf.

And just in case they are not, she whispers, “I still believe in you. You are all I have. Free me? Please?”

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Southbound

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All Things Beautiful


Is he not the God who parted the Jordan & the Red
Is he not as powerful today, O lift your head (lift your head!)
And if he’s able, yet not willing to part your sea today
Are you willing to surrender and trust him
Anyway
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He makes all things beautful,
All things beautiful
In His time
(x2)
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Is he not the God who showered manna, like the rain?
A life-sustaining bread – that spoiled after just one day
And As he feeds me just enough I hear my spirit growl for more
God forbid I stay the (wretched) way I was before
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Chorus
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Bridge:
A-lle-lu…as I wait on you (x2)
A-lle-lu…as I trust in you (x2)
You…..
YOU make all things Beautiful
All things beautiful in YOUR time! (x2)

New

Well, I am but a sheep that tries
To pull the truth out from the lies
To listen to my Shepherd’s voice
I have no choice (have no choice)
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If I follow & believe, then no man can
Pluck me out of his mighty hand
If I follow & believe, then my future
Is secure (is secure)
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Dead to this age
That chapter’s done
Let’s turn the page (to a…)
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A New Life of sacrifice
A new mind, set upon the truth (x2)
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bridge:
Aren’t you so – grateful
How’s he’s so – faithful
How he’s brought you – so far
(But refuses to) leave you the way you are
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Pre-Chorus
Chorus
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Lord I wanna live a… (2 drum beats) NEW LIFE of sacrifice
Give me a… (2 drum beats) NEW MIND, set upon your truth
Set upon your truth,
Set upon your truth,
Set upon your… (2 drum beats)

Drifting – a lullaby for Braylon

Drifting… drifting away
Into… another place
My son, you’re in the arms of Jehovah Shalom
In the arms of his grace (x2)

It was the Prince of Peace who humbled himself
And left his Father’s side
To see through tear-filled eyes, and tremble
To hear his momma’s lullaby

(key change)

Drifting, drifting away
Into another place
Child of mine, O so divine (2nd time: You are one of a kind)
Fall asleep…in the arms of his grace (x2)

Jesus, free us
of all of our fears
And we will rest in your arms of grace
Yes, we will rest in your arms of grace

Chains of Shame – a song about human trafficking

The words of this song were written through the eyes of a (fictional) 16 yr old girl from Russia. A nameless girl who was tricked into travelling to America, “the land of the free and the brave”, for a better job & life, yet fell victim to the 2nd fastest growing industry in the world, human trafficking. These are the thoughts I imagined her to think after nearly 3 yrs, held & forced into a life of survival sex, by one man and his organized ring of traffickers, pimps and buyers of children.

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It’s in 3/4 time (a waltz). The verses’ tune is soft, w/a heavier evanescence-feel on the chorus & tag.

Chains of Shame

if God can forget all the chiefest of sins, surely He has forgotten my kind

i think it’s been 33 months since my innocence, but i’ve lost all sense of time


dreams, aspirations, love, education, plans for a future and hope

like my body, they’re stripped of their meaning; beaten, now bleeding, almost a joke


how.. could.. i be… so stupid?!
i cant believe who i’ve become since i believed him

theres.. no… way out now!!
out of this darkness, out of these chains…of shame

chains of shame


bought until worthless, diseased and addicted; who in their right mind would care

to free the (underground) oppressed, cover this nakedness, and offer poor wanderers rest
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who in their right mind would really stand up to such powerful people now a’days?

if i could still dream, i’d sit by a clear stream and smile as they lock him away
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(Chorus)
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tag:
нарушите эти цепи позора (pronounced: “lou-doo-shut-slites-itz. shay-pee-pah-zorah” meaning, “break these chains of shame” – in Russian)
break these chains of shame (x2)
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ending:
I turned 16 years old last week
I turned 23 tricks on my birthday
I turned from bitter…to numb. I’m so bound
Tell me, how will this all turn around?
tag:
Can you help me break these chains (x2)
Will you help me break these chains (x4)
These chains of shame

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Inspirations:

http://SCTNow.org

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Is.1:17-18 Learn to do good.
Seek justice.
Help the oppressed.
Defend the cause of orphans.
Fight for the rights of widows.
“Come now, let’s settle this,”
says the Lord.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
I will make them as white as snow.

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Matt. 25:37-40 “Then these righteous ones will reply, ‘Lord, when did we ever see you hungry and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 Or a stranger and show you hospitality? Or naked and give you clothing? 39 When did we ever see you sick or in prison and visit you?’ 40 “And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!’

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Is. 58:6-11
6 “No, this is the kind of fasting I want:
Free those who are wrongly imprisoned;
lighten the burden of those who work for you.
Let the oppressed go free,
and remove the chains that bind people.
7 Share your food with the hungry,
and give shelter to the homeless.
Give clothes to those who need them,
and do not hide from relatives who need your help.
8 “Then your salvation will come like the dawn,
and your wounds will quickly heal.
Your godliness will lead you forward,
and the glory of the Lord will protect you from behind.
9 Then when you call, the Lord will answer.
‘Yes, I am here,’ he will quickly reply.
“Remove the heavy yoke of oppression.
Stop pointing your finger and spreading vicious rumors!
10 Feed the hungry,
and help those in trouble.
Then your light will shine out from the darkness,
and the darkness around you will be as bright as noon.
11 The Lord will guide you continually,
giving you water when you are dry
and restoring your strength.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
like an ever-flowing spring.


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