Try not to be embarrassed about crying when singing. Your tears were very moving. You recently made that song very special for me when you sang it for my mom. Today is her 1st birthday in Heaven …and this morning I was thinking about how kind you were when you sang ‘Into My Arms’ to comfort me. Bless you, Allison🙂
The song made you cry, and now you writing about it made ME cry. I'm talking big, sloppy tears and I'm glad no one is here to see it. I think about things like this but have never tried to put it into words or even focus on it too long because of, well, precisely this reaction. Powerful stuff. This will stay with me.
“My seasons are numbered by three...” -Billy Joe Shaver- I hear you, Allison. I feel it, too. I struggled through that song right along with you on Sunday, quietly rooting for you to keep going. It’s just so beautiful. I’m in my Winter, now, though some would say not yet. I’m a number of years ahead of you. It does not get easier. It gets harder, wizened or not. It’s a terribly sad place to be. I’m losing someone else right now-so, so close-impossibly soon. There is no preparing. Your shows and their moments of raw emotional honesty are a gift (“Harlem River Blues” segue from “Is It Too Much” was similarly painful and poignant.) I will always say goodbye that way...my heart hurting from the inevitable Final Goodbye. The days ARE getting shorter. Thank you for letting me know, again, that I’m not alone in what I feel. Bless you. JB
Allison we were all right there with you on Sunday… so quiet one could hear a pin drop… I think that most of our Sunday Soul group are quite alike… we feel emotions, and don’t think we are shy about expressing such in our own lives… for me personally, I always feel relief knowing I’m not the only one in the world who feels that way… I know that I’m not because of you 💛
I’m glad you finished the song
I’m happy you reached out today
And so especially grateful for this Substack platform
That was such a beautiful moment of true artistic vulnerability. I'm nearing the mid point of my eighth decade. It's especially hard when friends a decade or two younger are called home. Music is the main reason for my personal longevity, and your Sunday shows, along with Sundays With Mary, have been a guiding light through this past year. Don't ever apologize for being real.
The degree of honesty and introspection you embody is a gift to yourself and others. I wish everyone was that genuine, courageous and insightful. The heartfelt emotions in your singing and writing are special and make you a true artist in every sense of the word.
All that you just described, we all feel. The difference is that you know how to put it into words and tell us how you're feeling. Speaking for myself it is those moments of vulnerability that make me love you more. I doubt that I'm alone. Spiritually, at those moments I am putting my arms around you to tell you that it will be alright. Like I said, I'll bet I'm not alone. ❤
Try not to be embarrassed about crying when singing. Your tears were very moving. You recently made that song very special for me when you sang it for my mom. Today is her 1st birthday in Heaven …and this morning I was thinking about how kind you were when you sang ‘Into My Arms’ to comfort me. Bless you, Allison🙂
The song made you cry, and now you writing about it made ME cry. I'm talking big, sloppy tears and I'm glad no one is here to see it. I think about things like this but have never tried to put it into words or even focus on it too long because of, well, precisely this reaction. Powerful stuff. This will stay with me.
“My seasons are numbered by three...” -Billy Joe Shaver- I hear you, Allison. I feel it, too. I struggled through that song right along with you on Sunday, quietly rooting for you to keep going. It’s just so beautiful. I’m in my Winter, now, though some would say not yet. I’m a number of years ahead of you. It does not get easier. It gets harder, wizened or not. It’s a terribly sad place to be. I’m losing someone else right now-so, so close-impossibly soon. There is no preparing. Your shows and their moments of raw emotional honesty are a gift (“Harlem River Blues” segue from “Is It Too Much” was similarly painful and poignant.) I will always say goodbye that way...my heart hurting from the inevitable Final Goodbye. The days ARE getting shorter. Thank you for letting me know, again, that I’m not alone in what I feel. Bless you. JB
I agree
Allison’s emotional honesty is a gift
Allison we were all right there with you on Sunday… so quiet one could hear a pin drop… I think that most of our Sunday Soul group are quite alike… we feel emotions, and don’t think we are shy about expressing such in our own lives… for me personally, I always feel relief knowing I’m not the only one in the world who feels that way… I know that I’m not because of you 💛
I’m glad you finished the song
I’m happy you reached out today
And so especially grateful for this Substack platform
I’m enjoying it a lot
Will be a subscriber for the long run 🌺
That was such a beautiful moment of true artistic vulnerability. I'm nearing the mid point of my eighth decade. It's especially hard when friends a decade or two younger are called home. Music is the main reason for my personal longevity, and your Sunday shows, along with Sundays With Mary, have been a guiding light through this past year. Don't ever apologize for being real.
The degree of honesty and introspection you embody is a gift to yourself and others. I wish everyone was that genuine, courageous and insightful. The heartfelt emotions in your singing and writing are special and make you a true artist in every sense of the word.
All that you just described, we all feel. The difference is that you know how to put it into words and tell us how you're feeling. Speaking for myself it is those moments of vulnerability that make me love you more. I doubt that I'm alone. Spiritually, at those moments I am putting my arms around you to tell you that it will be alright. Like I said, I'll bet I'm not alone. ❤
Nope, you’re not alone, brother.
And not that my arms are special. I'm very much a flawed person. It's justnlove that I send out. You sure show us your love.
Oh Allison, how I wish I could say or write the words you have written here. All so true too. This is life. Thank you. Maria
Old Carl Gustav Jung said:(paraphrasing) that we must live every day as if we will live forever and as if it will be our last.
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It’s hard not to cry when I sing it. St. Nick is a unique and special writer of songs. His songs DESERVE someone as special as you singing them!