Ah, how wonderful, Easter Sunday. A great day to enjoy having most of the family around. I sit here having just finished composing a potential song. The last bit of the week has been spent attending Mass to remember Jesus and everything that God did for us in those powerful, intense, and renewing 4 days from Holy Thursday to Easter Sunday. Oh Lord, the walk of love is filled with suffering, but with so much hope for a better tomorrow. In the words of our Latin brothers and sisters from long ago,
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis.
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona nobis pacem
In other news, I am a singer/songwriter/guitarist, and currently I have been working as a cook trying to save up money to go back to school, hoping to pursue whatever funky voyage I can. I am trying hard to be careful to continue being a guitarist without chopping any of my fingers whilst cooking. Risky business, but so far fortune favours the brave.
I am inspired by a guy named Derek Joyce to keep a blog on all things funky. He is a funky cat, and his blogs are pretty nice.
Earlier on tonight my good Mum introduced me to a most excellent singer/songwriter popular in the 1970's, Michael Franks. So smooth, so filled with song, but oddly sounds like he could be an indie artist from today's trendy hipster Vancouver.
