100 words a day…

One hundred words a day. Seems like so few.
My instinct is to rhyme them, to do all the time then, to make them all mine them…

What a lovely exercise. I hope I’ll have the discipline to do this every day, at least once. To gain the concision, to let the thoughts flow, to open the sluices. Hahahaha. This is silly, but I know it can be serious too. Maybe it will become the meditation to take my mind off of whatever is plaguing it, to tum it in another direction,

to be a place where positivity thrives.


Are you my friend? Or a spammy little robot?

Been so busy with the day job lately, I haven’t had any time to attend to my beloved website. I logged in this morning to see that I have 39 new subscribers. Oooh, lucky me! So popular, especially in Eastern Europe. Send me a plane ticket, I’ll come and perform for you soon. It would be my honor.

I am going to assume that these are all spammers looking to promote their grift and delete them. If you really are interested in my website, please shoot me a quick email – to notspam@bobwhitemusic.com – and I’ll not only leave you as a subscriber, I will personally send you an email saying thanks!


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I’m Already Home

More often than not for me, the music comes first. Usually starts with a chord progression, then the melody will begin to surface. At some point, the lyrics will just sing themselves to me. It’s very strange. One minute I have an instrumental work in progress, the next minute I find out what the song is about. It’s always such a surprise! My favorite lyrics are the ones that show up all at once, as if someone else was dictating them to me.

For most of my life, I had never bothered to learn a lot of other people’s songs. Don’t ask me why; I just hadn’t. But one day in 2007, out of nowhere, I became obsessed with a particular song. I’d never thought to learn it before, but I found the chords and I played it over and over and over and over and over. I couldn’t stop. For days, I just played this song, must have played it nearly 100 times. I mentioned this bizarre phenomenon to my brother and he simply said (I paraphrase), “Change the chords around a little, alter the melody, make it your own”.

Okay, I can try that. So, I flipped the chord progression, added a little guitar lick, started coming up with something different; started making something that was mine. Cool!

And then, the chorus smacked me right in the head. It hit me so hard, I was shaken.

I can feel your heart beating inside me
I’m already home
I am love, there’s nowhere you can hide me
I’m already home

I had already written enough about death. And I had worked so hard to pick myself up, to put one foot in front of the other, to keep moving forward. Jean had visited me before, shortly after her death, to let me know everything was alright, that I was not alone, that I’d always have an angel looking over my shoulder. And she’d come to me a second time, in a dream, and said, “Dude, it’s time to move on”. I started to say, “No. No. No. No. No!” And I put my guitar in its case, closed it and put it away.


But I guess I had no say in the matter. Like Jean herself, the song wasn’t going to go quietly. This song was going to have its say!

The rest came very quickly, the lyrics, the arrangement, the recording. As I recorded the guitar part, the bass line sang itself to me. I didn’t even have to learn it, it was just there. A vocal harmony, then another. The string parts… it all just flowed so easily.

Eventually, like so much from that first year, I kind of put it away, sort of a box in the attic…A week or so ago, I’m Already Home popped in my head. I put the song on, gave it a good listen and all these years later, without that first raw shock, without the fresh emotion, I’m able to listen to it a bit more as “just a piece of music”, a story, melody, harmony, performance…

And I just love it.

I’m Already Home
I can feel your heart beating inside me
I’m already home
I am love there’s nowhere you can hide me
I’m already home

Words cannot begin to tell you
Story of our life
But these few words were sent to me
Message from my wife

She says
I can feel your heart beating inside me
I’m already home
I am love there’s nowhere you can hide me
I’m already home

Past is in my presence
Future’s on my wings
Told me when I close my eyes
I’ll see everything

I can feel your heart beating inside me
I’m already home
I am love there’s nowhere you can hide me
I’m already home

Told me when the time has come
I’m gonna fly away with you
Til that day I’m by myself

And I can feel your heart beating inside me
I’m already home
I am love there’s no way you can hide me
I’m already home
I’m already home
I’m already home

words and music by bobwhite
©2007 Hannah’s Dad’s Music/Samsongs


Random stuff I’ve heard lately (or thought I heard anyway):

“I’m sorry sir, that hasn’t came through yet.”
“Is a bull a bro-vine?”
“He’s kind of actually whatever”
“I disrespect your Mom, not you”
“When I put words in your mouth, I can say whatever the fuck I want!”
“You don’t know how to use your finger”
“I have a goat on my website”
“You have just did your first ultrasound”
You‘re done, because I am going home”

Not too bright

How does this freakin’ thing work?

A-haha. Christmas Eve, 1:09 AM. Guess that makes it Christmas morning.
I’ve got my yawn on, but here I am at the computer, trying to get my website rockin’. I guess I’ve had bobwhitemusic.com for quite a few years (10?), but I never really turned it into anything. Man! It takes time, and knowledge I don’t possess. I have a big hosting plan with GoDaddy, enough to run the 20 or 30 business domains I want to put up (it will happen!), but I still had this ancient Yahoo plan I’ve been paying quarterly for forever. So a couple of months ago, I decided to finally move this domain over to GoDaddy and stop wasting money by having two different hosting plans. Took a little effort, but I got it done. As soon as GoDaddy confirmed that my domain was with them , I cancelled my Yahoo web hosting. OOPS! Uh… domain registration and web hosting are two different things, genius!. My website was gone, dead, kaput.

Long story short, I (obviously) got it restored and down the rabbit hole I go. SOOO much too learn, but it’s nice to have a hobby 🙂 Looks like I got all of my menus, pages and posts back, re-installed my main page music player and uploaded a handful of tunes. Need to reload all of my photos and galleries, so if you’re looking at my photo pages and seeing a bunch of broken links, I know… Sorry. But I’ll get ’em fixed soon.

Now, if I could just figure out how to have a different featured image on each page. It works on some pages and not on others and I’ll be doggone if I can figure out why.

Oh. And guess what? No one is going to read this post, so I’m just having fun talking to myself here. Hang in, imaginary friend, you’ll be seeing my photos soon.

One thing I do know, it’s how to put a picture and a song into a post. I think…

Here’s a self portrait:
.Paris selfie

I took this shot of a very odd piece of art at the Pompidou Center in Paris in fall of 2012. It wasn’t until months later that I noticed that there is a perfect reflection of me in the glass.

Um, I mean, I did it on purpose because I’m so freakin’ brilliant. Uh, yeah… that’s it.

And this here is my nearly completed cover of the Beatles’ Cry Baby Cry. I love it. Hope you do too (whoever you are).