8/16/2008

On August 9th 2008 we wrapped the filming of my new short film, Rob Taylor: "Making of Sun in a Box". It was directed and edited by Dan Taylor. You can watch the film Here.
It features an acoustic version of "23 Summertimes", a stripped down piano version of "Sun in a Box", and the studio version of "Reach Out."
My wife Laurie (who happens to be the best vocalist I've had a chance to work with) and my nearly 3 year old son Kent make appearances as well. Kent loves watching it and especially is excited when he sees himself on screen at the end. He knows all my songs by heart and can belt them out energetically while dashing around the house, or sing them almost to himself while playing quietly.
It was great working with my brother Dan Taylor. He was in charge of fulfilling my vision which is never a small task. He did an amazing job and is a talented film student. Everyone watch for great things to come from him.
I'm now recording the studio version of "Sun in a Box" and am feeling the title -track pressure to really deliver, but that is nothing new. I am giving everything I can possibly give to these songs and feel so deeply for this music. Getting my music up on iTunes was a big step for me and I'm encouraged when I think that anyone in the world can have access to my music now. If I could have my wish, I would love to get the chance to show the world what I can accomplish as an artist. I want to find the people that my music can touch and musically connect with them one by one. I have an overwhelming sense that I am here and have been given these abilities for that purpose.

Welcome to my thoughts. 7/7/08

I wake up in the middle of the night because I hear a song ringing in my ear that hasn't even been written yet. I guess I can approach this in two different ways: I can convince myself that I need the sleep and drift back; after all, I'm not an all important doctor answering a 2am page. I'm just me - a mere songwriter. It's not life or death. Or: It is life or death for me. Life is my art. Death is my job. So I stumble out of bed and encourage my stubborn and dizzy body to summon the strength to grasp my guitar and out comes my crackly early-morning voice. No one judges me - I can't judge myself. A song is being born and it is beautiful.