“All the words, they are my fingers on a face

Oh, the words, looking for patterns in the shapes

You’re so good to be a witness to my sound

Trying to frame the clouds…”

(from "Frame the Clouds" by Christa Wells)

Hello, friends, listeners, passers-by…I’m glad you’ve taken the time to stop in.  Whether you’re here because of one particular song or because someone sent you, or because you are a long-time listener, thank you.  Without you, the song-stories would be like trees falling in an empty wood…it happened, but no one was there to share the experience. 

For me, music was the first thing in life I felt great doing.  Later, when I discovered songwriting in high school, it was—admittedly--about self-expression.  Cheap therapy, perhaps.  Now, music-making and songwriting is many things.  Fun.  Expression…yes, there is me in there.  But more to the point—I hope—the expression is of truths told through real stories and the attempt to articulate the elusive things of life.  Common things.  Extraordinary experiences.  What we can touch and what we can only wonder about.  Questions.  Many questions. 

I have wondered at times what room there was for me in the house of musicians…surely, everything that needs to be said has already been written and sung.  Surely, the singing, playing, writing can be done better by others.  But the past few years have taught me that all of that really doesn’t matter, because we all really need each other to continue telling the stories and speaking truth from our unique vantage points. 

There is only one me. 

And only one you. 

And you and I need each other to write and sing and paint and speak and build and…

So I am so happy you’re here, and do hope you’ll come often and stay awhile.