This is an orchestral/symphonic piece I composed and recorded about the arrival of Spring.more

Some people want us to be ashamed of our heritage, our faith in Jesus, our country and even our own journey. Respectfully we need to stand for what we believe in and not be ashamed.more

A few weeks ago, I took a guitar out onto the porch and started picking out this song. I was feeling particularly connected to our little Shangri La here in the Colorado rockies. It was in the golden hour and the sun cast the valley aglow, yet backlit the mountains and rendered them largely inscrutable. The sparrows flittered about and contributed their melody. Soon I noticed the goats and chickens had joined in, and so to the coyotes by the time I had finished. I recorded a quick capture on my phone and called it an evening. When it came time to arrange that and turn it into a recorded work, I decided to preserve as much of that context as possible. The ambient sounds of the ranch. The timbre of an old, beat up acoustic guitar playing in a folksy, Americana style. But it needed a melody, and what I was hearing in my head was not a guitar or any of my usual musical suspects. It needed to be something beautiful and lilting, like a fiddle. After some searching, I found a virtual fiddle instrument that I could play with my keyboard that sounded… not bad. Good even after I learned how to control all the different attacks and inflections it offered. After that, it all fell into place pretty quickly. And thus this song came to be. Here’s to you, Rusty Horse Ranch, you are a hell of a muse! https://www.facebook.com/RustyHorseRanch/more