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Wednesday, April 8, 2015

For the Love of Shannon Hoon

 I'm writing this post today out of complete love and admiration for my son.  An artist.  A true artist with an artist's soul. Something that I wish every parent could witness and more importantly I wish everyone could learn to appreciate.

Shannon Hoon was the lead singer of the band, Blind Melon.  A band that those of us growing up in Indiana, loved with a passion.  We loved their music, we loved their proximity.  We felt a part of something as we watched our fellow Hoosiers take the world by storm.

Shannon's story took a tragic turn with his death from a drug overdose at age 28.  An artist's soul can be a place of torment. 

My son, a true musician, an artist's soul, was introduced to Blind Melon through the CDs he adopted from his father and me. He became mesmerized by Shannon's story because the music spoke to him in a way that none had before.  He would tell me at age thirteen,  he wanted to make music that was genre breaking just like Blind Melon.  Something so unique that it brought about complete change in the way that people loved and experienced it.  And the fact that his father had spent more than a few reckless nights with young Shannon before the fame, was fanning his flame for Shannon's story.

When my son learned of this Kickstarter program he called me first thing in the morning while I was away on vacation and asked me if I'd seen it and would I help share it.  When your son asks, you respond. And because I am still a rabid fan of Blind Melon today often jamming "Change" in the car so loud it rattles the windows and reshapes my soul.  When my son knows it's a tough day for me he'll just show up with his acoustic and start strumming "Change" because he knows the calming salve of music to a troubled soul.

My hope is that through the support and love for my son's gift that he'll continue to be inspired to share his story and let the love of music stir his soul for many years to come.  He also fears the torment of fame.  He has said many times, he hopes he can get just good enough to inspire people with his music but not famous enough to lose his place in the world.

I hope you'll take a few minutes to watch this video and consider donating to the cause.

Shannon's story ended too soon and those of us that have loved Blind Melon for all of these years, want more of the story to unfold.  

 Donate Here - Kickstarter

Just a sneak peak .....


I don't feel the suns comin' out today
its staying in, its gonna find another way.
As I sit here in this misery, I don't
think I'll ever see the sun from here.

And oh as I fade away,
they'll all look at me and say, and they'll say,
Hey look at him! I'll never live that way.
But that's okay
they're just afraid to change.

When you feel your life ain't worth living
you've got to stand up and
take a look around you then a look way up to the sky.
And when your deepest thoughts are broken,
keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin' it's time to die.

And as we all play parts of tomorrow,
some ways will work and other ways we'll play.
But I know we all can't stay here forever,
so I want to write my words on the face of today.
and then they'll paint it

And oh as I fade away,
they'll all look at me and they'll say,
Hey look at him and where he is these days.
When life is hard, you have to change. 

Friday, March 6, 2015

Artist: one courageous enough to look past your judgement

I've been thinking a lot about artists lately.  The one I strive to be, the man-child I am coaching and raising, and those that I admire for their well known work.  Writers, musicians, painters, poets, chefs, leaders; their craft is not nearly as important as their method and their beliefs.  Mostly their belief in themselves and their courage. 

What I've grown to love and appreciate about artists .........the only thing that separates them from the everyman, is their courage.

 An artist is courageous enough to look past your judgement and push through to produce the art. 

I've watched my son take the pain of middle school and the judgement of high school and shrink a bit to try to fit in.  And then to watch him discover the beauty of his own art and slowly, very slowly become more courageous.  Courageous enough to embrace his differences to acknowledge the art is too big and must come out.  The art is about the creating, not always about the outcome. The songs must be written, the music must be played.  And those that are shrinking to fit in and be liked are missing out on the art and the joy of creating.

Some day he may be applauded for his courage but for today he must muster deep deep from within.  Before the applause, before the external glorification of his worth, he must find it deep from within.  He must find it in the creating.

We all possess the artist inside. Those granted with the title of artist, had the courage to look past your judgement and just create. 

Thursday, March 5, 2015

I Am Broken

I am so so broken.  And by the way, I'm guessing so are you.

I've spent a lot of time trying to do things right.  To be the right person.  To know the right things. 

And I'm done. Not because I'm giving up, but because I've seen the Light.

Now I'm going to be me, all of me, broken 'ole me. 

I've looked around at all of us and this is what I know for sure, the only thing we have in real common is our brokenness. 

Our sin, our trauma, our anxiety and our brokenness is who we really are.  This huge knot of complexity that we spend too much time standing apart from one another wondering if your knot is bigger than mine, or maybe you don't see mine if I cover it with enough.

Enough of this, enough of that, none of it is enough to cover the brokenness. 

And what would happen if we really covered it all?  All of what we really have in common.

 In it's sheer complexity of brokenness is our commonality and our connection.

So as I stand in this new moon, this full and beautiful Beacon of Light, what I know is this.......all that we can hope to know ....... is what is pure and true. 

And the rest.  Well, the rest is just our mess.  And guess who loved our mess the best?

Because when we're at our worst, the Maker of Light still loves us the best.