“Music keeps playing inside my head over and over and over again, my friend. There’s no end to the music…” ~ Carole King

I googled the lyrics to the above song by Carole King to make sure I had them right. And there – amongst several listings of these lyrics that have always meant so much to me – I found tremulous queries from folks who have this same “affliction” and wanted to know ‘what was wrong with them.’ I shook my head and turned it sideways (my mouth, too!), trying to figure out why anyone who has music running through their head day and night (like I do) would consider that a problem…

I am inspired by many things…but music is my main inspiration and has been ever since I was a very small child. When my little friends and I were at play and a song came on the radio, my mind would take its leave while my playmates heedlessly carried on with their dolls or toys. And whatever the lyrics were, that’s what I was seeing in my childish mind’s eye. Take the Brothers Four and “Greenfields” as an example.

Listening to it, I would suddenly be transported to green fields with white clouds and blue skies above me. I had no idea what a “lover” was – but that minor key and somber tempo evoked a sadness within me that made me long for what I somehow intuited I would someday lose.

The Coasters’ “Three Cool Cats” gave me a better understanding of what took place between my older siblings and their friends.

Like a kind of osmosis, I could feel the song’s meaning from the perspective of the cool cats AND the cool chicks – even as a little girl. I could see them in their “beat up car”, I could hear the cool cats’ swagger and I could taste the potato chips. It’s still that way today – whatever song pops into my consciousness, I am suddenly there inside the song, and not as a silent observer. On several levels I become a participant in whatever the lyrics are about.

Is this something any of you have experienced? It’s unnerving and frightening to be so completely at the mercy of a song, so involuntarily vulnerable. “What will people think of me for caring about or crying over this song so much? For getting so carried away?” I decided long ago that I would rather be helplessly enthralled by a song, brought to my knees and reduced to tears, than to scarcely notice it.

And this is my aim when composing: to write something that reaches past the day’s dreariness, releases the stiff upper lip and shakes loose the stoic pilings. To write something that puts a swerve in the hips and a smile on the lips. Or makes you taste those potato chips…


I am thrilled to my core to introduce my new website! Charleston, SC native and poet laureate, Marcus Amaker, is also an award-winning graphic designer who utilizes that perfect combination of light, balance, space, function and that certain je ne sais quoi that distinguishes his work from all others.

So take your time perusing it! Check out the touring page to see when we’ll be in your neck of the woods, listen to some music, and if you’re feeling especially philanthropic, please note that if you download “This Is (not) a Protest Song”, 100% of it is donated to the National Coalition for the Homeless.

One of the new things is that my BLOG, “Blessings” will take the place of the newsletter. How I have longed to just jot off a thought-filled (or thoughtless!) missive or two while it’s on my mind. Hey…there’s a lot to be said for stream of consciousness writing! For instance, several months ago I was reading Chinese philosopher Lao Tzu’s writing about soft vs. strong. Here is what he wrote: “Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is rigid and cannot yield. As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft, and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard. This is another paradox: what is soft is strong.”

And here is what I was inspired to write:
The rock is hard. The water is soft. Which most changes the other?
Water changes the shape of the rock; Rock changes the path of the water
I decided I would rather be water than rock. How about you?

Well, I wanted to share this immediately in a thoughtful way on some forum other than Facebook or Instagram. Now that I have a blog, I can share brief thoughts without obligating myself to pages of writing.

And if you miss a blog post, fear not. It will be archived where you can access it with the touch of a finger. There are new pics, a newer updated bio, etc., etc. Enjoy!

There are so many new things going on in my life and so many things I can’t wait to share with you in the weeks and months to come…and I want you to share some of your self with me and the rest of the world. More on that later…


Our group, Experiment in Truth, is working on its most ambitious project to date! It is inspired by what I call an Emotional Equation that is colored and shaped by solitary and shared experience.

I ain’t gon’ lie – pain hurts! But trying to avoid pain, aside from being futile, merely extends the hard lessons which we sometimes repeat on an endless loop until that aha! moment when, lesson learned, we can move on. Not until that lesson is learned – and learned well under various situations – may we move on the next painful lesson…and the next…until we are brought to…

Wisdom is acquired through these painful uninterrupted lessons. And when wisdom arrives, it makes its home beneath our skin, past tendon and muscle, down to the bone of potency. In that potency we are reinvigorated, re-animated into this new thing which we somehow knew was there all along. WISDOM says “You have been through this before. You are on your path and can now help others with theirs. Take the next steps to…

Beauty smiles back at us when we peer into our true tested selves. It focuses on the internal, illuminates the love and light we’ve always had within us but were too busy looking outside ourselves to see. Beauty doesn’t draw attention to itself, waving its hands frantically in the air to be noticed. No. Beauty waits to be seen and appreciated, it steadies us and turns us into grown-ass people.

One Emotional Equation exploring the essence of our humanity, raising more questions than it answers. 30 songs spread over 3 projects in a search for internal illumination.
Among the selections are musical tributes to both Nina Simone AND Bonnie Raitt; two songs inspired by the poetry of Paul Laurence Dunbar (a U.S. poet of the late 1800s whose parents were enslaved); a humorous testimony to the difficulties of motherhood; a dirge to faith; a duet in fist-shaking defiance of conventional religion; an attempt to describe what it’s like to really go home again and the power of “yes”.

Finally, I want to say something about opening doors. Sometimes there are doors that we know will be on our path that we will be required to open. Doors that lead to adulthood, responsibility, jobs, family, etc. Doors that are there just because we are living and growing and figuring things out. And then there are the doors and paths that we don’t see until they are right in front of us, usually put there unexpectedly by someone (or something) else.

One of those doors opened for me recently. My dear friend, Lee Mergner, sees something in me that I cannot see. I am so grateful for his friendship. He frequently asks me to do things outside my comfort zone that I have never done. He believes in me and he knows my answer will almost always be “yes” (see the power of “yes” above). The latest door he put in my path was the opportunity to moderate the Betty Carter panel discussion at Jazz Congress this past January. This may not sound like a big thing but, people, I have never moderated a panel of any kind in my life (as those of you who attended the panel discussion could probably tell). But I have discovered that saying “yes” when life presents new opportunities is how I learn and grow past my preset boundaries, delving into self-discovery and plumbing the depths of my being. And the depths of my being were petrified at the thought of interviewing such luminous jazz panelists as Dee Dee Bridgewater, Christian McBride, Benny Green, Kenny Washington, etc. But things are seldom as difficult as we imagine they will be.
The upshot of it? Let’s just say “a good time was had by all!” Thank you, Lee, for the confidence you have in me!

And finally…
My intention this year – and in the years to come – is to be more open to receiving, to be aware of abundance in the universe and be in expectation of receiving that abundance. My intention is to say ‘yes’ when others ask if they can help, to sit my ass down and let someone serve me, give to me, take care of me. My intention is to tell myself ‘it’s okay’ for me to just be still and let the warmth of caring people envelope me.

How about you?