Tapping the Wheel
More on the Songs from Tapping the Wheel:
"Tapping the Wheel" was named for that moment when my father used to tap his rings on our old Chevy Impala and make the rhythms that waked my brother, sister, mother and I to move and sing. We never sang to the car radio. Just to each other, as we kept our eyes on the road. This is only touched on in the song, These Things, but it is the essence of how these songs came to be.
Most of these were written inside small apartments or practice rooms in the city, yet the first song and the one most people seem to remember from that record was written on the happiness of returning from the beach. It's called Horizon.
One afternoon, I finally took the bus to the beach and saw again, the place where the sea meets the sky and could feel my eye muscles singing a long overdue greeting to my soul.
I started wondering about eye muscles and souls and distances... and people who cannot, for whatever reason, see a long way.
So I started writing about other kinds of horizons. There are still mountains and rivers in the lyrics, but these are the mountains and rivers of people who might close their eyes to see further than I’ll ever grasp the contours of.
Whatever the shapes of the distance are, I feel everyone deserves the chance to see past the familiar and into a place so beautiful, they tremble just a bit to know they exist.
Looking back on these songs, I think a lot of them were written in that moment of my first feeling a horizon within a situation. I've written my share of slow or sad songs here, but somewhere in the writing process, a leaf almost always drops that's happy to be headed someplace new.
Several of these songs were ignited by sentences or brilliant kernals from the private studies of wonderful sermons by K Karpen and Ed Horne. (15 Seconds of Grace: Ed Horne; and Show Me How to Catch a Fish and The Pizza Man: K Karpen.)
I hope if you check out Tapping the Wheel, you'll find my stirrings real in the sense that I felt each idea brushing shoulders with what what I'd been taught as a Christian, a family member, and as one more humanbean wanting to write something that would keep these kisses in a song.