July 8, 2011

A Calming Three Minute Meditation: repost by request

One early April morning, Joan sat down at the piano in our house overlooking the lake. She has a system (she calls it the BOSS system) whereby she places her fingers on the keyboard, clears her mind, and just lets the music of the moment come forth. She says she could never play any of these inventions the same way again. Lucky I have the H2 Zoom digital recorder handy at such occasions. Here’s what came out that day; I named it Spring Thaw. Think of it as a three minute meditation on the changing of the season. Enjoy.

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February 12, 2011

A Valentine’s Day Love Story

Today would have been my Mom & Dad’s 65th wedding anniversary. With Valentine’s Day upon us, it is appropriate to share the following story:

Dad died about four months before what would have been Mom & Dad’s 50th anniversary. My parents raised 12 kids and farmed all of their lives and plans were in progress for a big celebration. Unfortunately, and without warning, dad died the night of my oldest sister’s 25th wedding anniversary party. That day was a perfect day with many of the kids and grandkids home to help celebrate. I remember giving dad a hug as we were leaving and he seemed like he didn’t want the day to end…At 2 AM the phone rang and my sister said dad had died of a heart attack. That was just a few short hours after my last hug with him.

Several weeks later, after the funeral and all of the dark formalities were done, I was sitting outside with Dad’s “Grand Old Opry” baseball cap on (Note: Mom and Dad went to Nashville on their honeymoon 50 years earlier). I was thinking about my family when I started to hear words. It was almost as if I had a headset on and someone was talking to me. I grabbed a notepad and started writing the words I heard. The lyrics of this song are the exact words I heard that day. I truly believe it was my Dad wanting to say those words to my Mom. I just happened to be “plugged in” that day for some reason (probably that darn baseball cap!) Those words were the lyrics to what eventually became the song “Through the Years.”

Then, one night about a week later, I woke up from a dead sleep at about 3 AM and heard music. I don’t read a lick of music so I generally keep a tape recorder on the piano for when I get so inspired. I dragged myself out of bed and sat at the piano and started finding the notes I was hearing in my head. It ended up being a real nice waltz. And I remember thinking—man, dad would really like that!

A few days later I was sitting at the piano playing that waltz when I remembered those words I heard. Didn’t take long to realize that the lyrics and the music were meant to go together! It was a love song for my Mom from Dad for their 50th wedding anniversary. No getting around it. I truly believe this was the love song my Dad always wanted to write for my Mom—but he just didn’t get it done before he left…

Here are the lyrics (copyright, 2006–Joan Ketels)

Through the years
You were there, my darling
You stood by me and raised our family
And I know it wasn’t always easy
Through the years
You were an angel to me

Your wings were strong
When they needed to be
And so soft when I needed to see
That you loved me completely
And they’re wrapped in gold
on this anniversary.

To hear a clip of “Through the Years,” CLICK HERE and scroll down to song #7.

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August 6, 2010

Cusp of the Season

Filed under: BOSS Music, General — Tags: , , , , , , , — admin @ 12:38 am

The humidity broke today. A still, hazy morning on the lake; a not-so-sweltering mid-day. Still hot, but the early afternoon light had changed one noticeable degree. A couple of reddened leaves broke through the wall of green. The season tottered for a few seconds. The shade-cooled breeze carried a hint of fall, and dropped it once or twice. The trees knew, the birds felt it; in fact everything was aware except a few scurrying humans who couldn’t, or didn’t, pause long enough to breathe in that particular moment when it passed. Sure of themselves, the dog days of August will not easily give up and summer will quickly resume full blast until further notice. The day has cashed out at 64 degrees, perfect sleeping weather. Still, the bell has rung. The wood will not bring itself in. Lazy summer projects shall commence their annual taunt. The season is on the cusp all too soon.

Joan’s evening piano invention captured the spirit of the day nicely. I named it Cusp of the Season. Enjoy.

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July 19, 2010

Celebrate the gift of Today

Filed under: BOSS Music, General — Tags: , , , , — BOSS @ 12:08 pm

Today is all we have. Here’s to making the most of it.

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July 14, 2010

Living Room Music

Filed under: BOSS Music, General — Tags: , , , , — BOSS @ 8:51 pm

We don’t have cable out here in the boonies, so sometimes the girls just sit around in the evening with guitars and cello. No fancy recording, no rehearsing, just turn on the H2 Zoom and go.

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March 4, 2010

Blind 5-year-old pianist

Filed under: BOSS Music — Tags: — admin @ 8:52 am

This is a shining example of a young Being Of Sound Spirit–trusting one’s talent and letting it guide her.  And parents who were present and paying attention.

Blind 5-year-old pianist.

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