Houston

“Houston, Houston means that I’m one day closer to you. Oh honey, Houston, Houston means the last day of the tour and we’re through.”- the Gatlin Brothers.

This song was one of my favorites when I was young.

One of the reasons I write so many weather related songs is because I survived Hurricane Andrew. I was with my family in Homestead, FL and we briefly walked outside during the eye to see whether or not we were gonna make it through the second half of the storm. We were lucky. Andrew was a fast moving storm that was over in several hours, and we had massive wind damage as a result but it’s the flooding that puts lives at greater risk during a hurricane.

It took awhile for help to arrive but when it did we were so relieved. We had military personnel, state troopers and public utility personnel arriving from all over the Southern United States to assist. It was an incredibly chaotic time, but seeing those people who sacrificed their own personal comfort to help us, restored our faith in humanity and filled us with gratitude.

The folks in Houston need our support. If you’re able, please consider donating to the Red Cross Hurricane Harvey Relief fund or any other credible fund like Samaritans Purse or the Houston Humane Society. I’ve posted a few links here. Do your own research as to which organization you’d like to support. Even the Cajun Navy needs money, but do please give if you can.

http://www.redcross.org/

http://www.houstonhumane.org/giving

https://www.samaritanspurse.org/disaster/hurricane-harvey/

http://cajunrelief.org/donate/

http://houstonfoodbank.org

The SPCA of Texas is looking for support via fostering. http://www.spca.org

Austin Pets Alive is looking for donations and fostering. https://www.austinpetsalive.org

Hang in there Houston! And a heart felt thank you to each and every public servant, good neighbor and charity who has shown up to help during this time of great need.

Kally O’Mally & the 8-Tracks21106815_1997365987141493_2426883942169049719_n

 

Dance More!

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I took the time to re-edit and remix this project and this is the latest version.

Though I was born in Ashland, Kentucky, I grew up in South Florida where music and dancing is a large part of the culture, salsa dancing in particular and finding a club whose live band has a horn section is a common thing.  Hence my love of horns, Latin rhythms and dancing.

As a songwriter I address a variety of topics, but sometimes I like to keep it light, fun and simple.  Life is beautiful so dance more!

 

My head is a broken record

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“Just how lonely can lonely be?” by Southern Culture on the Skids is one of the covers I’m learning.   I’ve got it down, guitar parts memorized.  It’s pretty simple, just rooting the words down into my brain so they’ll stick and I can get off the page.  I really like the structure of this song and it fits right in with my material.

I’ve never had much of a memory for certain types of data – the order of presidents, important years of historical events (minus the depression 29-32) have always escaped me.  One thing though that does not escape me is a song.  Especially a song that I’m working on.  I can hear all the parts in my head and when it’s really bad it’s like a pinball machine on tilt.

I had a super interesting conversation with my father recently.  He brought up this story from my past and asked me if I recalled it… I had come home from Neva King Cooper Middle School with a less than stellar report card.  He was displeased.  I was in my parents walk in closet and he was yelling at me.  His exact words were, “What in the hell goes through your head all day?”

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One thing about my father was that he could smell a lie.  And lying to him was akin to an enormous betrayal.  I weighed the consequences and decided immediately that the pure truth was in order.  I looked up at him and said, “Songs.  Songs go through my head all day.”  He looked at me utterly confused and was unsure what to say.  I think at that point I was wanting to audition for Annie so it was songs like, “It’s a Hard Knock Life, Tomorrow, You’re Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile,” etc.  I would hear the melodies and the songs as if they were on repeat.  And it was impossible to get it to stop.  Sometimes it was the last thing I heard as I got out of the car.

Now here I am, three CD’s later, songs placed with publishers and on apps and my dad said to me, “It didn’t make any sense to me back then, but it sure makes sense now.”  And it does.  Perhaps it’s just part of my creative process.  I had a voice teacher along the way say, “It’s not how much you practice but how well you practice. Sometimes the best practice is mental.”  I never have to worry about not having a radio.  😉