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A Mixed Tape Saved My Life

Summer 1989: middle school hell over and preparing to enter my freshman year at a tiny rural Maine prep school (Hebron Academy; my mom taught there. . . not an actual “prep”). I had been living in Mechanic Falls for…

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Happy New Year!

I’m pretty excited for 2019. I made some major changes last year. Now I’m ready to settle into them and see what happens. To review: 1) I left teaching—I had been a middle and high school social studies teacher for…

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What am I doing? Why?

I’ve never been good at elevator speeches. I have a hard time just answering “what kind of music do you play?” Even though I have a hard time explaining to others, I should know what I’m doing and why, right?…

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Giving is good

. . . and not just because it’s the “giving season” either. Giving is part of an energetic exchange, a cycle of giving and receiving. It’s no coincidence that the word currency derives from the Latin currere, meaning “to run”…

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Pause for Reflection

3 months ago I left teaching to pursue music and carpentry. In those 3 months I have played 12 gigs and worked close to full time building, fixing, smashing, and lifting. With the kids and all the plans that come…

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Inspired, not Envious

Once upon a time, when seeing a really good new band, I might have been jealous or depressed, wondering why I bother to make music at all. Granted, I was a lot more sullen in my younger years. These days,…

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Words and Music

As a songwriter, I deal with words as much as music. Lately I have been feeling that the words struggle to match the power of the music. How can they? When Bowie belts “is there Life on Mars?” it’s not…

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Chris Kemp White Newsletter June 2018

Gratitude.

I have been thinking a lot about this. Last weekend I took a trip to Mars Hill to play a gig. A long way to drive to play a couple sets to a small group of people. It went…

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Unknown

A month or so ago I wrote what seemed to me like a Seussian sort of poem called “Unknown.”

 

I used to know 
and now I don’t
The way to get to there

 

I try to recall
But think I…

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What is music?

What is Music?

 

As long as I have been performing music with others, I have been aware of an almost psychic communication that occurs among musicians. Without words, cues, or even eye contact, the players know when the hit is…

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Newsletter September 19, 2016

Welcome to the first of many newsletters to come. Let's start with a recap of the year-to-date: I've been busy since releasing my 4-song E.P. in June. Thanks for all who purchased it and for the kind words and encouragement…

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It's Never the Right Time

Wait, wait for the right time

You’ve been waiting all your life

The right time never comes

 

These opening words to a song I wrote earlier this year, “It’s Never the Right Time,” illustrate a theme in a lot of…