elipsis thought bubble

A recent twitter conversation with two fellow artists/musicians got me thinking.  It all started in discussing this NY Times piece on silence, solitude, technology and creativity.  It reminded me of an interview I heard on NPR a few years ago with acclaimed director Martin Scorcese.

In the interview Scorcese was talking about media inundation.  He said that we live in a world in which we are constantly bombarded with new information.  At one point it was normal for the average american to receive 2000-3000 media messages per day including billboards, signs, web banners, radio spots, TV spots, etc.

Think about that: several thousand messages a day.

Scorcese went on to say that because we are so inundated, “we never really feel the full impact of any work of art because we’re incapable of processing that much information.”  As remedy he recommended intentional times of silence in order to emotionally recharge and be able to absorb the fuller impact of the art with which we choose to interact.

I took that to heart.  At that point I was a serious talk radio addict (hence my NPR listening as well as many others).  I was also commuting about an hour to an hour an a half round trip every day.  So for that period of time I decided to follow in the words of Depeche Mode and “enjoy the silence.”

Cheesy puns aside, the next several months were some of the most creative I’ve experienced.  I’ve always had a notebook and recording device full of half-finished (at best) song ideas.  That year I wrote, produced and recorded my first EP. And other areas of creativity flourished as did my ability to emotionally interact with the art I was choosing to consume and I was growing in my ability to better understand that of which I partook.

Since then, I’ve mostly held to the no radio rule I made for myself.  I’m not legalistic about it; sometimes I’ll take that time to really digest a new album, or occasionally splurge on some talk radio in political seasons, or sports radio if my teams are doing well.  But mostly. I am intentionally silent in the car, and it’s become a welcome respite for me.


What is Calling?

What is God’s will?  What is the right thing to do?  How does one know that one is doing what they were meant, or made to do?  Are these are intrinsically American questions, rife with comfort so we are able to even examine ideas? Or is there something bigger, something deeper in all of us that, by ignoring, puts our fulfillment, and perhaps the help of others, in peril ?

Yes. No.  And maybe some grey.

I think that as long as I can remember I’ve felt like I was made to do certain things.  As a boy, adolescent, and young adult being an athlete meant a great deal to me.  As a result, I often thought or said things like, “I was born to do this.”  The rush of adrenaline, the thrill of winning, the feeling of a well-timed, well-executed play in hockey or volleyball, were for me the very elements of a life well-lived.

Similarly throughout my life, the resonance I’ve felt with music has often left me speechless, which for those of you who know me, is something.  I often relate to the moment in Chariots of Fire when the main character Eric Liddel, a missionary with great athletic prowess, tries to explain to his sister why he runs.  “When I run, I sense God’s pleasure.”  Liddell is saying that he senses calling, meaning, fulfillment, and great results when he does what he was built to do.  I often feel that way while playing music.

Which brings us back to the question of whether that feeling is legitimate or not.  It’s been said that human beings make decisions based on emotion, and justify using reason.  If that’s the case, what is to be made of this idea of calling?  What do we do with the things we dream of doing?  Are we merely justifying our own aspirations in the name of some greater good, or greater force?  Are we blaming God for what we simply want to do?

Or is there something deeply, intrinsically a part of us that resonates when we act upon it?  Is there something, unique to each of us, that causes us to act in a manner that another might not?

And if so, what are we to do about it?  Certainly we ought not throw up our hands and radically redirect our lives in a way that allows us to pursue dreams over our responsibilities.  Or is it our responsibility itself that drives us to pursue our dreams?

This last week I was in L.A. to sing in a close friend’s wedding.  I was impressed by my friend’s friends.  Each of them, in their own way, seemed to be acting upon something that drove them.  All of them were very successful.  All of them were doing things that sounded dreamy.

Over the course of a few days’ interaction these things became clearly apparent.  And over that period of time, I also ran into old acquaintances, and met new ones. It seemed to me that the people I met fell into one of three very stereotypical and generalized categories.  Dreamers, Settlers and Undecideds.

The Dreamers, were much as I’ve already described, they seemed alive, energized (not that they weren’t ever tired or stressed) but the seemed peaceful and fulfilled.  And they also seemed to each have acquired a measure of success in their field of influence.

The Settlers also seemed dreamy, but in a different way, they seemed to reminisce, to remember, and even commiserate.  Each of them also seemed to have acquired a certain standard of living (it was L.A. after all) but it seemed hollow, as if it could collapse at any given time.

The Undecideds were often younger, but not always.  Some fresh out of college, some in the workforce for years.  But each of them seemed to have the hint of both dreaming, and settling within them, as if one might pop out and blossom at any moment, given the right (or wrong) opportunity.

All of this has caused me to reconsider.  What am I doing with my life?  Am I doing what I ought to?  What I should?  What I might be able to do?  Am I fully alive?  Am I simply settling for the trappings of an average, middle class American life?  Of course there’s nothing wrong with an average, middle class American life.  But for me, and I hope for you, this causes more reflection, and ultimately more intention and follow through.

I guess the good news is that on the flight back I wrote a song.  The bad news, I haven’t finished it yet.

King of Glory-EP available on iTunes now


Hey everyone.  Just thought I’d let you know that my EP, King of Glory, is now available on iTunes,, Napster, Rhapsody and basically anywhere you usually get your digital music fix.  I’d love to have your feedback on it.

Along those lines, there have been multiple requests for lyrics, so I’ve uploaded the chord charts (w/lyrics) for each of the tunes here for your viewing, reading, playing pleasure.

Can’t wait to hear impressions from each of you on the project.  Thanks.



Strength Not My Own

King of Glory – D