Thank you. In one year, more than 230,900 eyes graced the thread of Billie in the Woods’ music. Every time I publish, I am grateful for the permission to share my songs, my stories and my life with you. Amazingly and for mysterious reasons I long to understand, you give your precious moments, your shelter and homes, your coffee and mate’, your bit coin and currency, your laughter and tears, your love and belonging, your forgiveness and light to my music.
Faye and I have been on the road from Salt Lake to Salta and many miles have delivered us to your hearts. We are able to live the way we do (gypsies on the road, feathers in the wind) because of your giving, not just to our music, but to our lives.
My best friend, fiddle player and road warrior companion has a new album available for pre-order. Please join me and give to Faye’s music. Give to the artists that enrich our lives, fuel our passion and inspire us to dance, dream and love.
Remember that night on the front porch, in the living room, in the bookstore or at the theater and especially in the woods when Faye and her fiddle (“L’Flame”) drew out your heart & moved you to mercy. I do.
Remember with me and give everything you have to what you believe in.
Click here to give and pre-order “GypsyFiddle”, an album that I was blessed to sing on and share everyday.
The band is in Utah. I’m in this moment sharing a warm fire with my dear friend, artist and tribe brother, Timmi Cruz reflecting on our days in music and in life. Faye and I have been playing music all week for our friends who gather around Sundance Film Festival, including a spot on Park City TV. Today is the last day of mine and Faye’s journey here as Billie in the Woods. We’re on a midnight train to another world in a matter of hours.
Wow. I’m am so present to the smiling faces that brought this tour to Utah. I love you so much! I will have new music for the family tribe soon. And like last year in Utah, Faye and I were both inspired to finish more songs while we were here, so the train keeps movin’ along in sweet inspiration. And we sleep warm and safe, eat amazing food and laugh joyfully together because of our tribe’s support.
Thank you!!! I am so grateful.
:::Special Offer::: You can preorder the ep at a super fan discount that runs until Jan 22 Wednesday.
Random words of wisdom:
"Eat more strawberries", Timmi Cruz
"Pirates are unruly. They will never do what you tell them to. You have to inspire them. And then they’ll do anything!" Timmi Cruz
This evening I started a spreadsheet to change my life. I created it to help me understand who the people are that make up Billie in the Woods first 100 true fans (inspired by the article above - click the image to read). I’m doing this for two reasons: I want to do something really special for my most engaged fans this year (including make them the record I’ve been dreaming up for over a year!!!) AND I want to love them better by learning more about them, learning more about us together. What I hope this exercise gives me is a clear understanding of the people who are most invested in my music, not just in terms of financial investment, but heart investment.
I’ve had such incredible support since this project began. Incredible. I’m overwhelmed by the love. In the 100 True spreadsheet I created a column for “Love Received” and it surprised me that next to many of the names on the list I was able to write the word “HOME”. Meaning, this amazing person gave me a home, a bed, a meal, a place to belong.
So, I would like to add to Kevin Kelly’s blog (linked above. you should read it). Please add: A true fan is willing to open up their home to you and change your life, give you shelter and make you feel at home in their world.
Thank you Carolyn Woods and Annalee in San Diego, CA for inspiring me to see this. You have my attention and my gratitude.
In late October, Billie in the Woods tracked in New Orleans. The tracks are almost complete but in a little trouble. Less than $500 costs are remaining to mix/master the songs and make the music sharable to the world. Please consider giving a donation to Billie in the Woods today. This will help us considerably in getting these songs to Sundance Film Festival on time, increasing our chance of getting serious filmmakers’ attention.
Would you love to save Billie’s songs and get executive producer credits on the record?
Click HERE to contribute securely to Billie’s NOLA tracks. Be a patron of this project and join us in the studio as an Executive Producer. Any money raised beyond production costs will be directly contributed to Busker’s Bunkhouse, a shelter for homeless artists in New Orleans.
When I was 12 years old I wrote my first love song, titled “I Believe That You Can Love Me, I Will Always Love You” ironically written to the exact melody and chord progression as “House of the Rising Sun”, an anonymous and dark ballad telling of a life gone terribly wrong in arguably a brothel or a prison somewhere in New Orleans (up for interpretation, as there are more than 2 ways for lives to go wrong in New Orleans). *grin* This rising sun blues was the only song I knew how to play on the guitar (thanks Mama Jan).
Despite my 21 years of experience writing love songs, I remain the average idiot of romantic love and the “intolerable neural itch” of the muse at hand, mouth and thy. How I do it: I make a place to sit down, sit down, shut up and dream of love experienced, then wait. Something catches in the hook eventually and the moment of inspiration (or drip of dopamine) moves the pen to the page.
I love science, especially biology. Read the science of love and you may find love beginning to look more like a mental handicap, formed from the same neurological machinery that drives craving for chocolate or Lady Gaga’s weed. Fundamentally, our deepest desire is to be seen as someone of value, to be loved. This need to be appreciated drives a songwriter to perform on stage. Perhaps it is the need to fulfill another’s desire for love that drives me to write love songs.
After much thought on this today, I conclude that I believe I write love songs, not simply to be appreciated or to appreciate, but rather to be together. I write love songs to feel less alone.
Here’s the lyrics of what I think is the best love song I’ve ever written:
"Dust n’ Delirium"
If the stars are soon to fade away
Their faces, colors fade to gray
May they grin at the delight we make
Outta dust n’ delirium
Searching for a flickering light
That promises to leave one night
When no one will suspect her flight
The wisdom of the lightning bug
No one knows when she’ll be leaving
No one knows when she’ll return
All these angels are made for flying
Between the ocean and the sun
The life you have, it has to end
And everything will pass again
The stones you throw,
They hold your name
They’ve already been everything
Even dust n’ delirium