The Bright Sadness

Just incase anyone is still checking this thing I have to do a plug for my friend Charlie's new album The Bright Sadness. It is an incredible musical journey filled with beautiful truths that we can sing to our great God in the midst of trouble and darkness. Pick it up on iTunes or anywhere you buy music.

New Videos

I've been working on a promotional video for Lakeside Baptist Church. Here are a few snipits of it.

Dickerdoodle

Check this out. It's 2:05a.m. and I'm feeling political.



Peace

Merry Christmas

Another year, another jam-packed holiday.

Those of us with family and friends need to remember those who are alone this holiday. "It's not good for man to be alone..." He wasn't kidding.

On a lighter note; this is why I don't like Christmas music. Listen to the end. It's worth it.

Merry Christmas!

It’s Difficult to Say…

You wake up.
Bathroom.
Breakfast.
Phone call?

Then chaos. Tragedy.

And you’re alone.

By yourself yes, but feeling more cold, empty and alone than you’ve ever felt. Movement is painful. Words are worse. Breathing takes a concentration that you seem to lack and every thought is like rubbing salt on an open wound.

Then silence. You’re breathing begins to normalize and you feel…comfortably…numb. It hasn’t sunk in. Not yet, because if it had you would be a quivering mass on the floor. So you go about your day feeling like you’re floating, but not in a good way. Like you’re just moving without control. Like a feather in the wind, tossed about. Shaken up. You make a few phone calls; send a few e-mails and text messages because you feel like you have to tell someone because they would want to know. They need to know.

Night falls, and you’re alone again. And in the quiet darkness it begins to weigh heavy on your chest. All the gravity that you were defying by floating through your day hits you like a ton of bricks.

No more laughs. No more stories. No more giant diet cokes. Not his anyway.

Then denial.

Goodbye? No, it’s impossible. I can’t. I won’t. He can’t be…no…it must be some bad dream…or a joke…it’s not funny…

And then you take hold of reality. He’s gone. No warning, just gone. So you wipe your eyes and shake your head and hope to God that no one sees you like this because heaven forbid you shed a tear. Then things come into perspective and you realize how trivial and meaningless pride is at a time like this. And you cry.

Our lives are like a flickering flame, shorter and more fragile than we could ever imagine. But his has shed light. It has warmed hearts.

Dave Brown died this morning due to complications after a heart attack. He taught thousands of students how to love music and, more importantly, how to love themselves and each other. He was more than a just an instructor. He was a husband, a father, a teacher, a mentor, and he was my friend. He was and is greatly loved and he will be greatly missed.

D-Now 2006

What an incredible weekend. I had an amazing group of kids and I'm pooped. Thanks to Andrea, Caidon, Kyle, Greg and Garrett, and our host home, Bill and Carroll Cathey for making this weekend so meaningful. I hope you all enjoyed the weekend as much as I did. Here's a taste of what went on this weekend: