Download Song Greater By Tim Godfrey

The theme tonight was how the Covid lock-down affected our creativity and our songwriting. Both Pete and Andrew had divergent ideas, Pete alone with his wife and three daughters (no home studio there), and Andrew seeking community, and myself, with my 500 songs-a-day process.

I deferred to Pete and Andrew, and offered up Lessons From Pete towards the end, but also did Tropical Vacation, as I talked about my work writing songs with students. It worked well in this format and a rare chance for me to exhibit my Teaching Artist side.

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I started out with a Mississippi John Hurt as one of my early influences, especially with his two-finger picking. I did CC Rider, although rather sloppily. Alex picked up on that did some fine fingerpicking with one of his tunes. As we moved through the night, the mix of styles and songs was quite entertaining.

I talked about my route through the last two years with the individual videos/songs that I did over 500 days in a row, and continue now by posting songs from my copious You Tube library. We had a good chance to get it all out and found, as always, a highly intellectual, informative and humour format.

Rosie is a Friend of Mine is a strong, uptempo song, locally produced (Bill Hall) with lots of space for Craig and Nyke leads. I was able to stretch their leads in the moment and both got applause for their efforts. (Again, this was an indication that folks were really listening, almost a jazz-type of respect for the players). The ending (stay on the four!!) was nailed, another point when I had to direct C. and N. in the moment. It worked, to great effect.

We headed for home for the last twenty minutes with Louise. Again, I hoped to break the flow and insert a solid and gentle Paul Siebel country song, Louise. I sing it well, it has a nice story arc and the leads are short and focused. Nyke and Craig split the lead, again all communicated among us with nods and recognition from every one.

Ana, please share your story with us. How did you get to where you are today?

My journey as a musician in Houston started in 1998 when I moved to Houston to study at Rice University. After completing a graduate degree there, I helped co-found an early music enable known today as Mercury: The Orchestra Redefined. I sang many concerts with Mercury in Houston and abroad. After the birth of our first child, Isabella- I started teaching early childhood music classes. It all started in a co-op of like-minded parents with a strong interest in Montessori education. I went back to school in 2002 to begin a doctorate degree at Rice. I was still singing many concerts, teaching our co-op group, and was a full-time student at Rice. Upon completing my course work studies, I started teaching children bilingual songs. I started with 7 families. I searched for professional development (a real love of mine) and found Music Together, a research-based music and movement program that is taught all over the world! Music Together was started by Ken Guilmartin and Lili Levinowitz. Sadly, I suffered a miscarriage during the training. Little did I know that while there was major loss in me, the birth of a new life was taking place within me. That new life was teaching Music Together. Once I found Music Together, my passion for early childhood music education and for building community grew! Our classes grew rapidly. In January 2008, I suffered another major loss and my life was at risk. I had an emergency surgery that changed my life forever. I was expecting two children, and lost one of them. The pain and grief from losing a child that I never held made me grow up in an instant. My prayer and wish was for our son, Sebastian to make it. And he did. On July 14, 2008, our son was born. I finished my doctorate at Rice when Sebastian was 9 months old.

We have served over 10,000 families in the greater Houston area. In 2014, we opened a second location in The Woodlands, TX. This fall, we are happy to report we are opening another dedicated location in Sugar Land.

Tim Godfrey made "Bigger" available on November 3, 2017. Bigger is about six minutes long, preciously at 5:33, making this song fairly long compared to other songs. The song is number 9 out of 16 in FEARLESS by Tim Godfrey. Based on our statistics, Bigger's popularity is unknown right now. Since there is more of a neutral sound being played, this makes the track somewhat danceable.

The tempo marking of Bigger by Tim Godfrey is Allegro (fast, quick, and bright), since this song has a tempo of 136 BPM. With that information, we can conclude that the song has a fast tempo. This song can go great with walking. The time signature for this track is 4/4.

, ur name is greater greater than all'' x2 yah yayyyyy let the whole world say Jesus ur name is greater ur name is greater greater than all 6x there is nothing you cannot do there is nothing impossible you will do what no man can do

Tim Godfrey, a Nigerian gospel musician, presents his outstanding talent on the stirring album Greater. Tim Godfrey adds an explosive energy to each song on this album with his engaging vocals and motivational lyrics, luring listeners into a closer relationship with their religion.

FK: At our shows now there are many people from the jazz scene, many people from the techno scene. Of course, sometimes there are people who know the old kIRk techno stuff and are a little confused by what they hear. Other people are confused that we don't really play the songs from our records - we play from those structures and take them to different places. I think there are also people who listen because of the hype, who will come and go with the trend.

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