The song “The Son Of Hannah” is a perfect representation of a personal evolution. Its initial incarnation was a reflection of my failure as a son while exposing the loss of my faith in joy and rebirth. I was on the bleak side of the mirror, looking at my father’s life as a whole, from drifting despair to high cheer. I had no cheer within me, and I thought I was all despair. That song came fairly rapidly, in my creative inception standards anyway. It was as real as I could understand or foresee what honesty is about or what it may feel like. It was designed to be shared live once; I needed to set the tone, to expose myself before getting into the personal voyage that would follow. It was difficult but equally heartfelt and real.
So why get back to “The Son Of Hannah” now, you may ask? Well, because there’s a very intimate connection to its nature and the undertone that led me to write the song “I’m Afraid”. I don’t think I would have been able to explore, much less publicly display what resides within me, if it wasn’t for what The Son Of Hannah has evolved into. And I’m sure, if any of you were familiar with the original live version of the song dated from the “Standing Under Bright Lights” album, you’ll notice just how transformative it’s been for me. From the emotional specificity of the new arrangements and the devotional aspect of its inner rhythm, there’s a much more vibrant type of transcendent spiritual cleansing involved, I would say, all through a delicately subtle and fervently vivid dazzlement.