Love Never Ends
Monday Nov 19, 2007 Posted by:Tom
So great to get some singing help on our latest
recording effort; thanks Trace, Dill, Eva, Violet,
Ruby, Mom, E the Gibbster, Keythe, Alan, Jim, &
Darmini! We now have quite a collection of tunes ready
for mix. I’m looking forward to getting our one
Christmas-themed song “Angel’s Song”
up and ready for download in the next month. Come on
back to check it out.
As my first blog entry on the new site, I want to say thanks again to our web guru Jim Rispin for dialing everything in. I also want to share a certain optimism I sense despite the heart-gripping losses to our family. The first Thanksgiving without our brother Chet is not going to be easy. God bless the Liptons for all they do! I just had the pleasure of plowing through a number of squash dishes Sharon, Mom and Lolo cooked up over at the Misners the other night. Why? Because Lolo had “all this squash.” We sat around the table to laugh and engage in spirited discussions about the good stuff: religion, politics and old family stories. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I still miss Chet. I still miss Dad. I still miss KJ. And I’ve come to cherish spontaneous togetherness. Love does never end.
As my first blog entry on the new site, I want to say thanks again to our web guru Jim Rispin for dialing everything in. I also want to share a certain optimism I sense despite the heart-gripping losses to our family. The first Thanksgiving without our brother Chet is not going to be easy. God bless the Liptons for all they do! I just had the pleasure of plowing through a number of squash dishes Sharon, Mom and Lolo cooked up over at the Misners the other night. Why? Because Lolo had “all this squash.” We sat around the table to laugh and engage in spirited discussions about the good stuff: religion, politics and old family stories. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I still miss Chet. I still miss Dad. I still miss KJ. And I’ve come to cherish spontaneous togetherness. Love does never end.
All in the Balance
Last night my brother and I hashed out some cello parts
in time for today’s cello session; it’s an
intriguing multi-level balancing act, this
“producing together” thing, especially when
it comes to the cello parts we write out. I LOVE the
cello! –the canyon-wide range, soaring heights,
smooth deeps as well as the jagged edges. In our
context for Zehnder, it’s that third vocal, that
third stringed instrument, the magic three -somebody
stop me before I start calling it the holy spirit of
this band’s trinity :0/ All that to say, my
challenge is to write less; I’m easily swayed
into letting the cello burst all over the song; and
yet, it needs to breathe and be more than just the long
sustained notes that Adrienne has affectionately
referred to as “laying eggs.” It needs to
add and not detract; and, the real challenge, be a part
that both Tom and I agree does all that. Now
THAT’s walking the wire over Niagara, ain’t
it? But I must admit, it’s a real pleasure to
strip away all the really good ideas and wind up with
the essence of what needs to be there; it’s an
adventure I would not want to take with anyone else,
not that anyone else could stand to go with me; thank
God for twin brothers!
Death & Life
Tuesday Sep 04, 2007 Posted by:Tim
It’s been about a month since Chet, my
brother-in-law died at 45 of cancer and over a year
since my dad died of another cancer… life has
taken on a certain immediacy; just the other day, mom
had me and my brother going through dad’s closet
looking at shirts/shoes I might need- always thought it
convenient we (that’s dad and his two sons) were
roughly the same size. I had completely put out of my
mind that my mom still had all these clothes that my
brother and I had jokingly referred to as
“must-steals” when dad would hold it up out
of the gift box on some Christmas morning. We told
stories; many were the familiar and a surprising number
were newly delicious. The night ended with me muscling
hangers and bags heavy with memories, “stealing
away with the must-steals,” a pun I can just hear
my dad saying. And I realize as I write this, I have
managed to wear something of dad’s every day
since. I guess I always will.
