I am seeing through the rain,
Been looking out my window pane
To the empty street below
From up here I’ve got quite the view

It’s compelling; from this vantage
I am viewing all the grays below
The shadows playing ‘cross the yard
Grasping what’s just out of reach

This window hasn’t always been so peaceful
Seen crying and screaming
Fear has been careering
Not just shadows scratching cross the glass
but words hurled that rip the softest silky moment

A fly is rattling in the glass,
My thoughts vulturing high above
Trapped and lonely- separated
Dry and cold and winter’s coming

~Jason

These were amazing seats. I could stretch my legs; I could lean back and enjoy, and most favourably: I needn’t stand if everyone in front of me did… I was right at the front of a section, right above the floor. I just relaxed in my chair until the encore.

When I heard about the concert, I knew a few ColdPlay songs, like Yellow and Clocks. So I downloaded their three CDs to my mp3 player. I put them on repeat in my office. I wanted to learn these tunes so I could sing along. Their music was okay, but to me they sounded like U2 on Zoloft— Bono’s a lot more rockin’ and their stuff is kind of all the same. I thought the concert would be a little low-key.

Boy, was I wrong. They were outstanding. The effortless vocals, the intrictate melodies, the driving bass. These guys are incredible.

I wish I’d had a chance to learn all the lyrics, like Matt next to me. In fact, almost everyone in the place was singing along with every song.

My ears are still ringing, head is still spinning, heart, thumping. What a great time!

~Jason

Dad’s driving up tonight or tomorrow to take her back with him. **sniff sniff** We’ll be sad to see her go.

I’m having a lot of fun with the new focus on my music lately. Having that RealPiano makes a big difference in my attitude toward music, performance, etc. I can’t wait to get some more gigs playing in Chapters, other coffee houses, and what-have-you. If you want me to come to play at your venue, just ask.

I’ve also been pushing my music on mySpace.com. That’s a cool site. It’s a little creepy to see all the people there trying to pick up other people. But there’s been a pretty good response to my music so I’m hoping that translates into CDs sold.

~Jason

~Jason

I played in a cute little coffee shop, called “Meet You at 66 King Street.” The crowd there was so fun and friendly, and it was a pleasure to play for them. Thanks to all the wonderful people I met, who asked me to come, and who helped support my music by buying a CD. It really meant a lot, and it was a great time. (Thanks to mom and dad, and sis and bro-in-law for coming to listen too!)

The CDs were ready just in time— the new album I recorded last week is called “12 Girlfriends,” and it’s full of old love songs from the past and present. I sold a boat load of them, so I guess things went well. I was pretty pumped about that.

I am thinking of putting together a parallel project, full of another twelve songs recorded on just the piano— but this time songs of faith. I’m going to wait a bit to see how this project sells first.

If you want a CD, I’d love to get one to you. If you see me in person, they’re $10.00. If I have to mail it to you, they’re $12.00. You can send me money via PayPal or you can wait a bit because I’m about to set up a credit card section on this site for buying my CD. Stay tuned!

Thanks again to everyone behind my music. Your support means a lot to me.

~Jason

Believe it or not, it started out just me wanting to write about my train set in the basement!

~Jason

I’ve been waiting for the train
I’ve been standing at the station.
Every whistle call has beckoned me,
But here I stand.
I’ve tried sleepin’ in the rain
Covered with the Sunday paper
Yellow windows shining in the street
And here I stand.

I can’t move, I won’t bend
I might break if I get up again
I can’t sing, afraid I’ll cry
I can’t live because you said goodbye
Darkness holds me in her arms
I can’t see a way to leave her charms
I’ll keep holding on,
Until the train comes to take me.

I’ve been packing up my bags
Holding onto every moment.
Loaded down with painful memories
So I can’t move.
The baggage man has got my ticket
Luggage piled all around me
I would love to travel light
But I’m too scared.
[chorus]

Here the whistle blowin’, see the steam risin’, smell the coal burning, baby
That’s my soul hurtin’
Maybe I can flag this engine down, get the break-man on the ground,
Find my way, All Aboard, this train is leaving town.
[instrumental]
[chorus]

~Jason

They were calling to ask my permission to use something I created on a show called “The Mom Show.” Did I get that right? Is there something called The Mom Show? (I just Googled it… I got it right.)

Anyway, they were covering a story of a mom who is addicted to playing Crossword, which is a game I wrote! In fact, it’s the first Perl script I ever wrote. I made it back in 1999 so that Joanne and her family could play Scrabble with each other over the Internet.

It’s these little blips that keep the smile on my face. How funny that a game I wrote is keeping a mom from doing laundry!

~Jason