Searching For Bobby Fischer

Someone asked me how I was after the events of yesterday, January 6, 2021. I intended a short reply, but wrote this instead.
Last night, I opened a bottle of white wine and drank too much of it as I cooked and ate dinner in front of the television. Needing a break from the news, I was relieved to find "Searching for Bobby Fischer" on Netflix. *SPOILER ALERT* One of my all-time favorite movies, I watched as this gentle, normal and unassuming 7-year-old boy chess prodigy (Josh) defeat accomplished peers and adults alike. As he continues winning, Josh's natural instincts of gentleness and compassion never dissolve. And in a world that demanded the destruction and humiliation of one's competition, some perceived those traits as weakness, a lack of "killer instinct," a shortcoming in his character. When, in the final scenes, he "sees" guaranteed victory, albeit yet unforeseen by his competitor, Josh rises from his seat and offers out his hand in a draw, a tie -- peace -- because he holds no ill-will to this perceived "threat," has no desire to embarrass or humiliate his very worthy opponent, a young boy of similar age. It is a gorgeous, tender scene.
Yesterday, while watching the disturbing news footage of the capitol siege, I thought of our recent return trip to Nashville from Louisiana, after having spent the holidays visiting family. Less than an hour into the drive, our car's brake warning light came on, so we stopped in a WalMart parking lot to try and figure out the problem. An older man approached the car, as I had the hood up, and offered to help. That, in and of itself, would have been kindness enough. But it turned out he was a retired mechanic, and ran a brake repair service for most of his life. He had just moved back to Louisiana from Arkansas to be near his aging family. He explained what I needed to do to fix the brakes (bleed the lines of any air), and having never done that, I asked him to repeat the steps (I need lots of hand-holding) to make sure I understood the process. Instead, sensing my hesitation, he offered to do the task for us right there on the tarmac parking lot of the Amite, Louisiana WalMart. He grabbed his tools and proceeded to bleed the brake lines of all four wheels, for which my incredibly difficult job was to pump and press the brake while seated in the comfortable driver seat while he lay on the unwashed tarmac, underneath a low-clearance vehicle not jack-lifted off the ground: a tight, dirty, uncomfortable job. At one point, I noticed he lay in the bled brake fluid, a victim of his own kindness. He then followed us to the nearest auto parts store, made sure we topped off the brake fluid reservoir, and waved us along with his best wishes. Danielle and I scraped together as much cash as we had, and gladly offered it all to him (I SO wish I could remember his name). He rejected any pay of any sort, saying instead that his only requirement was that we "pass it along," that we stop to aid someone in need when at once that moment appears. I asked if he listened to music, and sheepishly handed him a few of my water-wrinkled CDs that D kept in the car, and off we drove.
There are plenty of dark, awful, sinister, unpleasant stories out there today. There were yesterday and there will be again tomorrow. But those are not the only stories begging to be told. Listening is imperative to be able to hear, to decipher them from the chaos of the loud and sinister being flung about like a careless, violent, merciless tornado. I have experience with both. Beauty, it turns out, is always quiet, compassionate, and gentle, and willingly lays in the mess of its own kindness. Beauty, like chess great Bobby Fischer who suddenly disappeared from the public eye and went into hiding, is not easily found. God loves you, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. Bless you all, and have mercy today, yesterday, and again tomorrow.

Ha Ha to 2020

Sorry folks, I wish this year hadn't been so boring and dull and uneventful. Snails have more fun. Hilarity aside, from tornadoes to politics and pandemics, I personally cannot wait to say Ha Ha to 2020.  I've cooked up a few new things for your edification. I can't promise happiness, but if you would like to join me in bidding adieu to this memorable-for-all-the-wrong-reasons year, I'm offering some new products to equip us all. 

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Earth Has No Sorrow: A Hymns Project

Thanks to every single one of you for fully funding my hymns project, Earth Has No Sorrow. I don't remember the specifics of the Kickstarter campaign since life was a blur then, but I'm pretty sure y'all funded it completely the week of the March 3 tornado that hit our home (along with so many others). In the moment, the campaign was honestly distant in my mind, and frankly, I forgot it was even happening, what with all the chaos and trauma and unrealness of the experience. But when I saw that it went way over the top that week, it A) was a load off my mind, and B) reminded me how lucky I am to have such friends and fans such as you. It may be cliché by now, but the truth is that, as an independent act, there is no way I could keep making albums and art without your support over the last year or twenty years.

Thank you for supporting me and my family in this very tangible way. If you were a Kickstarter patron, you should have the digital album in your inbox by now. Most will be going to my Kickstarters, but I do have a limited run of CDs in stock and available for purchase now. ​​​​​​​

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