By the Way...

It was late in the year of 1992, and I had been dating Scott for a few months when I wrote the words to "By the Way."  I remember that I gave him a copy of my love poem, and when I saw him again 2 days later he had turned my poem into a song.  I've been writing verse for as long as I can remember, often humming along with the tune in my head as I wrote.  It is an indescribable thrill to have someone hear the song in my words.  With his lovely finger picking and string harmonics, together we wrote a beautiful song, if I do say so myself!

He is performing at a wedding today, and the couple chose it as their recessional song.  The first time he performed "By the Way" at a wedding was for some friends and we were actually in the wedding party.  Tony and Shelly loved our song and had Scott play and sing it for their first dance.
That was in 1999.

Over the years, he has played more weddings than he can even remember. Many brides and grooms request "By the Way"...
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"...then you reached out to me and you put your hand in mine,
and you said that life's a song, and we were the next line.
And by the way, I'm in love with you today."

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We Scattered the Ashes Down the Mountainside

We scattered the ashes down the mountainside

Watched as they spread over the wildflowers

And thought about all the love that had died

Watched as the ashes turned into powder

And thought about all the love there was still to come

We scattered the ashes down the mountainside

Watched as they blew away with the wind

And thought about things best left in the past

Watched as ash and mountain began to blend

And thought about how earth, not ash, is meant to last

We scattered the ashes down the mountainside

Watched them catch the sunlight beams

And thought about the shadows that they cast

Watched them like they were fragments of our dreams

And thought about how life, not dreams, is meant to last

We scattered the ashes down the mountainside

Watched as they spread over the wildflowers

And thought about all the love that had died

Watched as the ashes turned into powder

And thought about all the love there was still to come