It was during Lent of 2020 when the pandemic turned all of our lives upside down. Since our church could no longer meet in person my pastor asked if I could record three songs to accompany a sermon that he would email out to the congregation on Sunday morning. I had never really recorded alone before but I was happy to try. Eventually, those first few recordings turned into well over one hundred songs that spanned the whole church year.
I've always been a songwriter. Just like I've always been a guitar player and a singer. It's only that I stopped listening. First, I got married. Then I got a real job. Soon it was a house. Eventually came the kids. Somewhere along the way I stopped hearing the small melodies that used to sing in my ear. I stopped paying attention to the words and phrases that used to fill my notebooks. But then, a miracle. In the Winter of 2017 when the world seemed to be losing itself in madness, I started to scribble out my anger, sing out my response, and soon the songs started to flow again.