Song Writer Sunday


Well hello!

It's been kind of quiet in the blog world for me lately... BUT...! there is something noteworthy going on these days.

Those of you who know me and follow my journey know that I enjoy promoting and helping showcase those who write and perform their own music, especially ones who are still trying to build a following, get some attention and present their music to new audiences. That was what The Collabative was all about.

Late last year, I had a discussion with Natalie Wurz, owner-proprietor at Stonefield Cellars in Stokesdale, NC. We bantered around the idea of holding a "Song Writers In The Round" event at her winery. It was a lively and enthusiastic chat which led to an agreement to put on the first one in March 12th of this year.  Thus was born "Song Writer Sunday".

On that Sunday afternoon Abigail Dowd, David Cecil, Bobbi Needham and Benjy Johnson shared their tunes with an almost full house. It was a wonderful blend of personalities and songwriting styles which thoroughly pleased and entertained folks. The beauty of the event is that while they were singing and playing, you could hear a pin drop in the rest of the room. There a few truly "listening" rooms, but the keg room at the winery has such an ambience and vibe that it makes for a perfect setting for this type of performance.  Needless to say Natalie and I were pleased and encouraged by the way it came together and immediately started looking forward to the next one.


The second one took place June 25th and featured Bradford Reaves, Carrie Pazdziora, Jack Gorham and Sarah Sophia. It was such a good mix of artists that, after the show, Natalie invited these four to come back to do a longer, more concert like presentation, which will happen November 4th. I can't wait for that one!

In the meantime, there is another group of song writers ready to strut their stuff on September 17th. They are. Wes Collins, Lyn Koonce, Barry Gray and Casey Noel. It is always fun to get to meet and hear these talented people, while getting them in front of some new faces that hopefully... turn into fans! Please come support local original music and check out Stonefield Cellars too!

Catching Up

Time ticks by as we scribble out our lives...

Well...2016 is only days from going into the history books. It has been an uneventful year on the surface, but far from that underneath it all. Life is, for me, seemingly constant course changes and this past year has been no different. Personal hopes for a stable and lasting relationship-finally-turned out to be more a lesson in self deception, trying to make something out of very little or nothing. The sting is slowly going away and I can now begin to think about moving on, though the confidence I once felt about the future in terms of "romance" has taken a decisive blow and I am not sure if it will find its way back. We'll see.

As you can tell, if you still stop by here, I have been far from diligent about "minding the store", so to speak. I know keeping in touch is important in this age of technology but there are times when I either don't have much to say, or am not sure quite how to say what might be going on. Still, every now and then, I feel a little pang of neglect or laziness for not doing a better job of connecting. If blogging is like an online journal, then that is what mine is for I realize again as I am writing this how personal my blogs tend to be, maybe even more than most of you would care to know. But...take it or leave it for that is just who / how I am...for now anyways.

On the music front, I am starting to move toward recording a new CD. The last one was "Private Passion" released in 2008 which means far too much time has passed without another effort, so I will keep you posted on that as it unfolds. Along with that renewed intention, I have begun booking gigs at the coast of North Carolina...Oak Island (at The Lazy Turtle )to be exact and soon Southport (at The Yacht Basin Eatery). This brings things back to the "course changes" I mentioned earlier. My goal is to live at the coast, perhaps as soon as by this time next year with any luck and concerted effort. I was born near the water and spent most of my childhood into high school near the ocean. It is in my blood and is the place where I feel most at home. I have been too far away for too damn long. With my child now in college, I can start to look at the future for myself and I see my feet in the sand. You'll be the first to know how this all works out as well.

So...Happy New Year! I am throwing away the compass and trusting the winds of change to carry me to the people, places, gigs and adventures that will satisfy my soul. Maybe you will do the same? As the now late George Michael said in his song..."You gotta have faith, faith,faith"

Kris Ferris... where have you been?

That question could take a long time to answer and I doubt you have the time or patience for the "Long story", so I will try to cover as much ground in as few words as possible. In a nut shell, the road ahead seems to have many divergent paths and I am at a loss as to which one to venture down. I hope you can relate.

Being a man now venturing into his 6th decade, with a daughter about to graduate from high school and preparing for college, priorities are changing rapidly and looking a lot different these days. Anyone with kids this age knows the financial responsibilities increase exponentially and I have not fully prepared myself for this eventuality. Survival has been my prime focus and has kept me busy away from the computer and the internet quite often. Besides, gigs have been harder to come by, so there hasn't really been much going on to brag about, if you know what I mean? I hope this year will bring some clarity and maybe a permanent job, to give my income some stability. Now...that doesn't mean I will quit performing or doing sound or other creative things. I envision it allowing me to be more selective about what I get involved in and not driven so much by making a buck.

I am sure I am not that much different from any of you. We all have our challenges to deal with. I believe it's called "Life". I feel confident that "This too shall pass" and I will have good things to write about in due time. I am still here... really!


Inner Journey: Watching the signs, getting the messages.

If you read my last blog, you may have surmised by now that my life has taken a turn down a road of significant soul searching. If you have not, well... now you know and you're up to speed for the moment.

There have been challenges in just about every facet of my life in recent months. You'll be letting out a sigh of relief as I inform you that I am not going to bore you with all the gory details. I am only going to tell you a short story. Very short if I can manage it.

Personal journeys boil down to lots of questions, prayers for guidance and understanding and then usually a lot of time waiting, wondering, listening to the crickets chirp in your mind as the answers drift painstaking slowly into view IF you're awake enough and aware enough to catch sight of them as they pop in and out again. I have in my past missed many of the answers I so pleadingly asked for and fervently sought I am sure. But my latest inner journey has opened me up to a new awareness I hope; no... believe. There have been several things that have happened that I have recognized as messages for me without the slightest bit of hesitation or doubt. I know, this is getting into "woo-woo" territory, but for me (to me) they speak. Without spilling my private life all over the page, I can just say that the messages are clear that I have issues to let go of in order to move past this challenging time and find the inner peace and comfortable-in-my-skin-happy-about-my-life place that seems so elusive. To solidify the messages... today, while walking, I came upon a short length of chain laying in the road. Normally I would have passed it by without a second thought or glance. But today, in that new awareness mind set, I stopped, looked at it, picked it up and carried it with me as I continued my journey at a casual gate. As I walked with it, holding it in my fingers, looking at it closely I counted the links. 8. And in the very moment that the number 8 was arrived at came the message. "You have 8 things to unchain yourself from to find what you are looking for". Now, in days gone by I would have sought immediate psychiatric evaluation. But on this day, I just said a quiet "Thank you" and put the length of chain in my pocket as I made my way back home. It now hangs directly above my computer to remind me that I have more work to do discovering the things I need to release.  Rest assured, I have begun.

This story and picture will also be going up on a new page at The Collabative called "Sparks". Like the name suggests, they will be pictures, much like the one I wish I could have taken of the chain as I found it laying in the road instead of as you see it here on a table at the house. All the images there on "The Sparks" page will be left to do just that, spark someone's imagination to interpret them in any manner they wish through any art form they choose. Sound intriguing? Check it out.