Cynthia Bythell Music

All the kids are back in school, and navigating the challenges of a new grade.  Scary?  Exciting?  Maybe kind of Fun?  Meanwhile: The last song (#14) for my album is written, and suddenly I’m thrown into the pre-production phase.  First it’s a big “Whoopee-e-e-e!”  Then reality strikes. This is certainly not my first album, but it’s my first all original…

As it turns out, the audition video for America’s Got Talent can now be 2 to 3 minutes instead of the previous 90 seconds. (I never did figure out how I was going to do the “minute and a half thing” without hacking my precious original to death!)  Once the song could be a little longer, it was…

We try, and try, and try.  Our effort is not enough.  We cry, and cry, and cry.  Our tears flow to nowhere.  There is a Loving Source, call it what you may, that can heal every heart, take the world’s pain away. Can I, can you, can we focus on Love, and Light, and Peace?

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,…

‘Twas three weeks before Christmas and all through our house, not a person was stirring, but me and my spouse. Two stockings were hung by the chimney with care; Too bad no one would be there to share.  Ev’ry night we rested all snug in our bed, while visions of vaccines danced in our heads. …

I’m bringing all my experience and it’s wisdom (or not) to another year.  Like everyone else, my only limits are my own mistaken thoughts and beliefs.  They are just a product of involuntary exposure to society’s flawed suggestions, along with my knee-jerk reactions to life’s challenges.   Yes, I am innocent, and so are you. …