.. Ramblings of a Music Producer ..: Death of CCM... →
wyoungproductions: It is probably common knowledge to those close to me that i’ve (not so) secretly been plotting the death of CCM for years. So much to my amusement when Kevin Max got on stage not once but twice at Soulfest he recited the words to Death of CCM. I have to be honest, I was cheering my PANTS off from…
Fears Vs Dreams
joelctaylor: My greatest Fear is to be seen as a Failure. My greatest Dream is to have a positive impact on those around me.
This is my friend. He is wise. He inspires me.... →
wyoungproductions: “Anybody who tells you to have a fall back plan are people who had a fallback plan, didn’t follow their dreams, and don’t want you to either.” - John Mayer Its funny that I get to read things right at the right time. Im a huge follower of mr Mayer, and somehow completely missed his lecture at…
I think its safe to mention that i was not 45 minutes from the club where the controversial artist filmed Purple Rain. I almost peed my pants. Unfortunately, i didn’t get a chance to visit. Next time Minnesota, I promise. The point. Right. Music like Prince’s is something to hold onto. As humans we consistently find ourselves finding new things to believe in. Things that we can...
This is what we do. Long nights, alone, practicing. It all leads to this.
.. Ramblings of a Music Producer ..: Kaitlin's... →
wyoungproductions: So if you never read a word I write again, please read this … For the first time since starting this blog, i feel like i’m writing about something that is actually important. I’ve gone on a gear buying tangent these last few weeks, and while out grabbing drinks with my bro’s i was told a…
To Write Love Her Arms: Behind The Scenes: "We... →
Cory Chiasson, a former TWLOHA intern, recently joined Chad Moses from our team on a trip to Australia. The two participated in a tour of secondary schools in and around Melbourne, bringing our message and mission to young people there. Below, Cory shares a bit about his experience. We hope you…
When the fragrance of yesterday has left.
People hate on Journey. There is something that dangerously resembles loathing in 95% of peoples voice when the topic of this hit pop band is brought up. I reside among the 5%, and am proud to be in the minority. A very smart girl (for more reasons than stated here) recently brought up the idea that maybe they just secretly (and undoubtedly) all love the melodic stylings of Steve Perry, but are...
It all starts with a frappuccino….
The weekend just pass, (now only a remnant of my conscious state) finds itself written in the book of time, as a weekend devoted not only to families and friends, but to a time based oh so strongly on love. The love of two beautiful friends. Its one thing to take in a bello giorno (beautiful day) such as that from a distance, but to be close to friends as they send their hearts publicly to each...
Tonight I went out. Not your typical night out though, none of those crazy youngster rap tune jams, no Lady Gaga (although, i must say, that may have made things a little more awesome). It was more of a inspiratory night out. One to reflect on life, and listen to the thoughts and stories a brilliant mind. I sat alone, in a red chair located in a beautiful room, much like an old playhouse, but...
Thousands of Miles
4000 miles away from where I need to be. 7000 from where I want to be. What is one supposed to think. Can i be happy, or even content with where I am? I truly wish I could. Sometimes I think life would be easier if there was a chemical to control loneliness. A surgery to stop that heartache. But from what I hear, these moments, these times of sorrow, make us who we are. But I’m not going to...
To whom It May Concern PT 2
A new Year. New Thoughts. Honest thoughts. I want to love. To sit next to someone and know that maybe they are feeling the same tingling feeling. That feeling of proximity to someone you care about. To stand in line at a carnival and talk about clowns and candy and prizes all the while staring into those eyes. To be able to drive home knowing that the next 20 or so minutes on the route home...