“A Minute More” Releases

I have some exciting news.  After many requests and trying to be patient, I will finally be releasing “A Minute More” as an iTunes single next month.  I am really thrilled to be able to have it available for you all to purchase.  I wrote the song with my good friend Brent Lain right before he and his wife CJ got married.  It’s about my future lady and how I can’t wait to meet her and share life with her and do the best I possibly can to love her unconditionally every day.  I’ve performed the song at all my shows recently and feel it’s the most intimate and real song I’ve ever done to date, with one of the biggest crowd responses.  There is very little production to it.  It’s extremely raw, with only an acoustic guitar, a piano and my vocal.  I think that’s what makes it so relatable, that it’s so stripped down and touches a topic every single person has experienced or is experiencing.  Below are the lyrics, as well as a first-look of the new cover for it.  A special shout out to my good friend Ryan Holmberg for designing a great cover, depicting the beauty of the song itself.

“A Minute More”

I’m on a highway down the road
I wanna be there right now
I’m in a stranger’s bed in my home
I can’t claim a place I don’t know

And I can’t wait til the day
You walk right in my door
And I can’t wait til the day
You walk right in my door

But I, I wait a minute more

They told me you were here, but now I know
I must’ve missed you some time ago
Lost amidst a crowd of things I’ve fought
No wasted feelings anymore

And I can’t wait til the day
You walk right in my door
And I can’t wait til the day
You walk right in my door

But I, I wait a minute

Crowds now parting
Everything begins to dissipate
Foundations breaking down
Roads get tangled everywhere
But still my hand you take
My hand you take

And I can’t wait til the day
You walk right in my door
And I can’t wait til the day
You walk right in my door

But I, I wait a minute more

We have a lot of buns in the oven.  I always wanted to use that somewhere.  I am excited to share them soon.

I hope to one day shake your hand.  You have my love and support.

LIVE LOVE

My Heart Is Doing Leaps

Here’s a quick, random thought. When I was younger, I wanted to look like my shadow.  It was always so much bigger than me.  It climbed walls, stretched across the streets that I couldn’t ever step foot on and was seemingly flawless.  I thought about that last night when I was dancing and my shadow, caused by a street light close by, was moving along the wall in front of me.

I finished up my brother’s master bedroom today, painting and whatnot and brought some stuff over to the new house, like pictures and a random stool.  Now, I just have to wait on the Go Mini, which is housing all the other furniture and whatnot to be dropped off to the new house.  Moving is happening quickly.  I love seeing progress.  (Hey! Remember that painter guy that I talked about in a recent post? I saw him again today and he was sporting the largest shiner on his eye.  It was a wicked black eye.  I almost asked him what the real story behind it was, but refrained.  I’ll just assume he ended up falling off the 15 foot ladder I saw him carrying around while trying to save a Blue Jay.)

My life changed today. Do you ever feel like your heart is doing leaps and jumping jacks inside your chest?  That’s how I feel right now.  When you turn 18, you feel a little change in how things are going in your life, with high school graduation and break ups and college.  When you turn 21, similar things and thoughts happen.  When you turn 25, you become an adult and more is expected of you with family and society. You either freak out and get a little confused and lost, or you freak out and get a little confused and lost, but continue to move forward in growing and learning more about life and yourself.  I feel like I’m figuring it out…finally!  Maybe you can relate to this. When big things happen in life, whether it be a change or decision or move, you always hit that point.  You either take it head on, or you freak out and lock up.  I’ve been a bit locked up as of late. Heavy maybe.  But today, while driving down the road, after this huge thunderstorm, I felt light and at peace and free.  It’s so neat to be able to notice a blessing as it comes and appreciate it immediately.   If you’re at a place where you’re uncertain or confused, please note that perseverance is what gets you through and capable of defeating those feelings.  Be positive! Cynicism, doubt or negativity gets you nowhere.  Conan O’Brien’s farewell speech from The Tonight Show stated the same thing.  ”I hate cynicism,” he said.  Focus on the important things, like loving people.  Recognize your goals and do everything it takes to make it happen.  Don’t be selfish in your living and efforts.  Believe in yourself!

I still have a ton of paint on me.  I am picking it off like you peel sunburnt skin.  I’m finding it everywhere.  I have no clue how I got it on the bottom of my right foot, since I had shoes on, but it’s cool.  Tomorrow, I’ll wake up and eat cereal, shred some Guitar Hero, read on the roof, drive to Subway for the 3rd day in a row in my car, whose AC decided to mess up again, help mom paint Aaron’s family room and move over more furniture.  This has been the most exciting vacation for me ever.  Productive, relaxing.  I love it.

Who has this in their iTunes and CD collection? I’d love for you to and it’d mean a lot to me.  If so, please share it with your friends.  If not, CLICK THE COVER BELOW to get your copy on iTunes. That too, would make me happy and do flips and stuff.

LIVE LOVE

Mr. Painter Man

I must say a quick “HOORAY” and how excited I am for my big brother Aaron.  He just purchased his first home and will be moving in soon.  I look forward to painting all next week.  Actually, not really at all, but I do look forward to helping out and getting everything squared away.

My mother and I went to Lowes today, in hopes to find some lighting fixtures and other necessities, like mailboxes, for my brother’s home.  I mean, you can’t really find a neat, cool looking mailbox.  It’s a box… that you put mail in.  It doesn’t really get cool or anything.  I do fancy those mailboxes that people turn in to John Deere tractors though.

A young gentleman came to help us pick out some door knobs.  He didn’t know anything about the product and was respectful in admitting the fact.  The worker asked another co-worker, an older man to come and assist.  As soon as he walked up, my mother kindly asked him if the door knob we were interested in, came in a combo pack and if we were to purchase the three combo packs, would one key be able to open all doors.  He answered, ” these are good door knobs. I have these in my house.” Umm?? That wasn’t the question, buddy.  So I kindly restated the question, to which he stared for a bit at the merchandise and said, ” I don’t guess so.”  I guess if I learned anything from this gentleman today, it was that I too, know nothing about door knobs.  And that if I were going to purchase the door knobs, that I’d own the same as that Lowes worker has in his home. After the little giggle that Mr. Lowes man gave me, we left empty handed.

I was walking from my friend’s family’s business this afternoon and ran in to a painter whom they hired to paint their business’ building.  It was scorching hot, he was climbing up and down ladders with gallons of paint in hand and still took the time to say hello to me, introduce himself and smile the entire time.   As I walked off, he told workers he was managing tasks to accomplish with kindness, excitement and respect.  If I were in the heat, climbing 15 feet, getting really dirty painting things, I’d have a harder time staying positive and peppy.  Mister Painter Man, you made my day better just by going out of your way to say hi and wish me a good day.  There’s a lesson for me here.  It’s amazing what a simple, encouraging word will do for someone.  Thank you, Mr. Painter Man.

My afternoon will simply consist of watching “Alice In Wonderland” and doing Plyometrics.  Mom might call me to help her strip wallpaper at the new house.  I don’t know though. I just took my shoes off and am now quite comfortable.

This knight is scary.
LIVE LOVE

The Big Black Box

There’s a big black box that I absolutely love to see.  It’s a box that is very important to my family and I.  The box is where many of my family members have worked back in the day and actually continue to work to this day.  It’s a box that my older brother Aaron, when younger, would pass while riding with my mother in the car and say, “Mommy, I want to work there one day.” His dreams came true after all.  He does works there.  The box is a building that a company runs out of.  I get to see that big black box tomorrow.  It’ll take me nine long hours to drive home, but once I get in to town, it’s a mere right off of the 60 bypass on to Frederica Street, through a few stop lights, then a left. That box will be on my left and that’ll mean a short two minutes until I’m home.  HOME!  There is nothing like it. 

When I was little, the same streets I’ll be driving my car down were the ones I’d ride my Dyno Air down with Chad and Nick.  The same trees I’ll pass were the trees I once climbed and fell from.  There will not only be open arms waiting for my arrival, but some hot stew or dish as well, I just know it.  If my level of excitement could be measured and felt by you, just take Christmas Eve night, after your belly is full and the Christmas music has turned down  and the only light in the room, being the dim lit Christmas tree in the corner, is what’s making your eyes get a little heavy and you know that when you wake up in the morning, you’ll have presents and an amazing breakfast and wonderful family over to share it all with… that’s the excitement I feel. 

My grandparents are both in their 80’s.  Grandfather will tell me amazing tales of his father’s work on the railroad and Grandmother will cook the best breakfast and won’t even touch her Sunday brunch until I have everything on my plate twice.  The lady is an amazing driver too.  The whole “old person behind the wheel” stigma doesn’t apply to her.  She also finds the most amazing little treasures at garage sales.  I might go with her on a little trip to one, who knows.  Uncle Ron will probably insist on cooking me an amazing burger at some point in the week on his manly grill and Miss Anette will kindly wait on my brothers and I at the neighborhood Applebee’s.  Mom will call me daily just to say hi, check in, tell me she loves me and see what I’m doing. I don’t think our phone calls ever last more than a minute or two, but it’s still very much appreciated.

I’ll more than likely do my normal rounds and visit Dale and his wife, along with their 5 kids, see Cliff and Father John, call Mikey and have him bring over a handfull of movies to watch until the wee hours of the morning and drop by Jake and Schae’s to play with their little boy Master Peirce.  We’ll watch Baby Einstein together.  Which, by the way, had to be the most boring job for a camera operator to do. All it is are stationary and panning shots of the shiniest, quickest spinning plastic toys over and over.  The kid loves it!  I will take a dip in the pool with Megan and John at her house and watch her dogs Max and Charlie float around on the floats like little divos. I’ll take a few long night drives out in Philpot with the windows down and my hand sticking out of my opened sunroof, pondering.  That is what being home is about to me.  Just think, some of you have no idea where Owensboro, Kentucky is, while to me, it’s the best place on earth.  I’m sure you can relate in your town.  Maybe you can’t and can’t wait to get out of the current place you’re in.  Trust me though. One day you’ll want to be back, I know it.

I can’t wait to see you, black box.  You mark a place that, to me, nothing can replace.  Not money, or a status, or anything else.  I hope that you have a place you can retreat to and feel loved and safe. 

LIVE LOVE

Sleep, Look What You Made Me Do

I was given the challenge of blogging more.  My argument was that I don’t find myself interesting enough if you don’t know me on a personal level.  They retaliated by saying that you all buy the music, invest your money in my stories and stay up-to-date, so in a sense, you know me rather well, being that I wear my heart on my sleeve. Touche, people! Touche!

I woke up at 8 am this morning, with the sun coming through my shadeless window and slamming down on my face.  I’m not one to sleep that much, for I don’t like it, but I wish I got a little more today.  I was up really late with Jeremy, coming up with some new song ideas on the piano.

I didn’t make my bed, don’t judge me. Being creative musically sincerely helps me feel like I’m being productive.  Being tired though, makes me feel like I’m just here, dragging.  Are you one to need your 8 hours? What happens to you if you don’t get enough sleep?

I am like an infant and will kick and fight the feeling of being sleepy.  Come 12 or 1 am, it never fails that I’ll get a little feeling of tiredness that hits.  I’ll be watching a movie, reading a book or writing at this point on my bed, and then I’ll deliberately get up and walk around a bit, maybe eat a few bowls of cereal to get going again, and then get back at whatever movie I was watching or thing I was writing.  I’ve always been like that, bothered by going to bed.  I never feel like there’s enough time to be awake to enjoy the day and things around me.  I always want more of it.  If I had my way, I wouldn’t ever sleep.

Stories From You

I got a few stories  for song ideas sent to me from people that are dealing with things.  Doing this, allowing people to share their stories and what they’re going through and dealing with, has really been opening my eyes and making me rethink about the things that I tackle. It’s a bit humbling.  Someone emailed me, asking me if I’ve ever loved two people at one time. Apparently, they are dealing with being torn with that feeling of having to choose one person and let the other person, who they most certainly care for, go.  It’s never easy to let go of something.  I have never experienced this, but could imagine it to be extremely difficult, for I have experienced love and heartache.

Someone else emailed me about a dear friend of their’s who moved away.  They talked about getting extremely close to him in a short time and they just up and left.  They felt they could be themselves around each other and experienced joy and contentment they hadn’t before.  This, I can relate to.  Being far away from loved ones most of the time can get a bit disheartening.  “Then why do it?” I’ve been asked that a lot.  I believe in what I’m doing.  I believe it serves a legitimate purpose in this life.  I believe that sacrificing for my career and passion, not only helps me to grow as a young man, but helps in encouraging others.  It’s not about chasing fame for me.  It’s about  loving people and serving people to the best of my ability along the way and doing whatever else I have to do within the 10 laws and reason to see my calling through.

I used to think contentment was a bad thing.  If I was ever content with how things were, then I was settling.  Settling, of course, is bad.  Not being settled, but settling.  Instead of studying for an A, you don’t and get a B, kind of settling. But finding that place of contentment is a great thing and something we shouldn’t ever walk from.  I’ve learned that just recently.  Perhaps it’s the lack of sleep that has me thinking all over the place, but it’s true.  We all need to be grateful for where we’re at, and if it’s not where we’d like our final destination to be, to see it as a stepping stone or growing experience.  I hope where ever I am, that I’m seen as a good example, a gentleman, a good brother and son.  I want to make those I love and appreciate-you-proud to say you know me and invest time in me.  We only have this one life.  It goes by in such a blink.

If you’re interested in sharing your story, which could become a song on an upcoming release of mine, please do. Email nathan@nathanmorrisonline.com with a subject of “MY STORY.”

Love everyone. Be different. Never quit.

LIVE LOVE

Memoirs, Monotony and Mundane Things

I have a pretty unique routine.  The fact that I don’t have much of one is what makes it unique.  There are only a few things that I do in the same or a similar order each day.  I like to be random and spontaneous.  Aside from the daily showers and multiple teeth brushings, I like switching things up a bit.  I’ve always been that way.  There are a few things that I incorporate in my life on the daily that I thoroughly enjoy, even if I switch it up a bit.

  I’m on my phone a lot and in my car a lot too.  Because I’m on my phone, it tends to die often.  Thank goodness for these.  When it’s colder out, the charger doesn’t stretch very far, making it harder to put the phone to my ear.  Beggars can’t be choosers, right?

Aside from conducting business on my phone daily, I love swapping photos with my close friends via text.  This tends to be a daily occurrence as well.  Enjoy some recently swapped photos below.  If you do this too, maybe you can join.

I’m a huge shoe buff as of late.  I like wearing a lot of the same colors of jeans, shirts and things like that, but always try to change up the shoes.  Thanks for shoes like these.  I’m on a big purple kick too, like the “Biebs,” Justin Bieber.

There’s a super popular blog  where the author makes fun of stuff white people like. (www.stuffwhitepeoplelike.com)  I hate that these are on the list, but they serve a good purpose and I like them.  I have a unique face and it’s hard to find shades that do it for me.  These do.  And so they’re usually on my face every day.

I am addicted to the following.  It’s rubbed a wear in my pockets of a few pairs of jeans, but so be it.  It’s such sweet, daily relief.  Thanks, Blistex.

Thanks to my good friend Dodiet, pronounced “Dot-it” , I have a new G-Shock watch.  It’s solar powered.   It’ll outlive me.  It’s a good conversation starter too at places like Wendy’s drive-thrus.  “Hey dude, dat a G-Shock!?” “Sure is!” “Sweet.”

People ask me how I get my hair to look the way it does.  I tell them it just takes a good 10-12 seconds to do and I’m good to go.  This is a product that I love using, and have for a few years. 

Other than the physical things I use, I’m always tweeting on Twitter, using the TweetDeck app.  Other apps that are getting a lot of use from me right now are the Pandora  and Southwest Airlines apps.  They’re quite useful for people like me, who don’t want to pay for these services. 

There you have it.  You just fast forwarded through a normal day with me.  Some days, add a loaded up, beat up, red suitcase and Nature Valley bars and you have a normal travel day.  I am blessed to have these things to make my life that much more comfortable.  A lot of people go without. 

Until next time.

LIVE LOVE

Your Story Could Become My Song

(Please note that this blog update title sounds like a cheesy country song.)

I’m currently updating my blog while watching tv with my friends and as it rains cats and dogs.  Jeremy, my roommate and I got to talking today about the importance of close friends and family.  Their support and love.  Their willingness to share moments and interesting conversations. For instance, I was asked what some of my biggest pet peeves were yesterday.  My friend Scott hates wet napkins, which I think is silly. Buffets are a pet peeve of mine.  They’re so overwhelming with all the food to choose from and how everyone uses the same utincel to get their helpings for their plate. Hand sanitizer!.  I can’t remember the rest, but I think I had two more.  After we left dinner, we jammed to “Valerie” by Steve Winwood.  You would have known this sooner if you follow me on Twitter.  Click the massive Twitter icon below and begin the journey. It’s a doosie!  

 
Yesterday, I also realized I was 5 years away from 30.  I don’t know how to feel about that.   I may need to grow up a little between now and then. Actually, I take that back, because i don’t want to.  I appreciate people who haven’t lost their youthfulness and can still cut up, be excited and laugh a lot.
 
On a musical level, I’m currently writing and working on some new material right now. I always find myself getting inspired, not only by my experiences, but others. Here’s where you come in!  I wanted to do something a little different and get your input this time around. Do you have a story to tell? I would love for you to share them with me and perhaps pull from and write a song about your story.  Email nathan@nathanmorrisonline.com with a subject of “MY STORY” and share it. If I choose your story and it becomes a song, I’ll send you updates of the progress of the song, any demos I record and the final product itself, which could go on an upcoming release. People often ask me how something becomes a song for me.  I just take from moments in my life or a situation and really focus on it; how it made me feel, what I was wearing, the smells around me, how someone looked at me, etc.  If you like to write, don’t limit yourself. Don’t put yourself in this little box.  Allow yourself to become vulnerable and be willing to share that. If you don’t like to write, but have a wonderful story, do share. I’d be honored to hear about it.

Please know you’re loved and important in this life! You have a wonderful purpose and a voice.  Never think otherwise.
 
LIVE LOVE