Cynthia Bythell Music

This Day is precious.  It matters. Days are dwindling. This Day is opportunity.  It spreads before me like a carpet of flowers   that will be wilted tomorrow.                                                      …

It’s been a stormy relationship.  There was no natural attraction, but society kept throwing us together.  However, through my angry tantrums, begging, pleading, and occasional emotional meltdowns, Technology remained steadfast.  Our relationship is definitely high maintenance, and for many years I carried deep resentment for the way it  sucked up my time, energy, and money. …

My mom gave me the gift of music. Some of my most cherished early memories include sitting side by side on the organ bench as she played and we sang together. She taught me beginning piano and basic singing technique, put a $50 piano in my bedroom, and set me loose! I was inspired by…

Whoa! 2018. Seriously? Sometimes it feels like I’m being pole vaulted through time. There’s never enough of it. The older I get the more important it feels not to fritter any of it away. Precious stuff it is, and easy to get stressed out trying to squeeze in everything I want to do. Funny thing…

It’s a little hard to write my note this month because it seems like I should be writing about my Dad. But instead, I’m busy writing songs. If I could pick one thing that I like to do the most, it would be songwriting. Time stops, the world fades away, and I am one with…

That’s what the townspeople called my Dad. I loved his huge toothy smile. He loved to play with my brothers and me, and he loved my Mom. I remember my parents dancing in the kitchen, holding hands, and sharing little kisses. Yes indeed, Dad was a true family man. My father grew up in poverty,…