Friday, December 9, 2011

12/9/11 Setlist.


I'm playing tonight at The Wood in St. Louis.
Music starts at 8PM...I'll go on about 70 minutes after that.
I'm just gonna' loop the night away.
I also have a couple Christmas tunes for ya'!

Be there!
THE WOOD
2733 Sutton Boulevard
Maplewood, MO 63143

Peace,
Ross

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Consideration (The Weight of Walmart)

I don't want to tell you what or how to think about this. I do however, want you to consider it. What are it's implications here locally, globally, past, present, future, etc.

Walmart Infographic

Source: http://frugaldad.com





Peace,
Ross

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Apparently...

Apparently Mary had a baby...



Peace,
Ross

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Shadows.


Shadows
© 2011 Ross Christopher


The light touches her
For her life to be
But she’s become blind
To the light unseen

She lives in shadows
Tries harder to grow
Defined by the gallows
And she can’t see

It forces her hiding
The darkness is blinding
The shadows are dimmer
But she’s fully alive

She lives in shadows
Tries harder to grow
Defined by the gallows
And she can’t see

Peace,
Ross

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Never Interrupt the Song.


Never interrupt the song...

The song is creativity.
It is the spark that hits you whenever it desires.
It's not a formula, and it's not reserved for the artistic elite.
It just is.

Listen for it.
Write it down.
Record it.
Don't lose it, whatever you do!

*here's a little example of what I'm talking about. I caught Cora "writing a song" last night before bed. I love it!



Peace,
Ross

Friday, December 2, 2011

They Reappear (DVD Preview)

Here's one more DVD preview from the show I did with Jeremy Larson, Darren King (Mutemath), & Stacy DuPree (Eisley). Enjoy and have a wonderful weekend!



Peace,
Ross

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Satan (metaphor)


Metaphor in songwriting is key.
It is the language of truth.
It is the mechanism that turns a song timeless.

SATAN
(c) 2011 Ross Christopher

What if satan looked
A little too much like me
On a dark, dark night

If he swallowed up souls
As flippantly as I
Pass by need

What if he shot your soul
Into hell with tears
And gnashing teeth
And burning stench of trash

Oh, that's me
I cast you out
And discard your self

Am I saint?
Or satan?


Peace,
Ross