Music by james madison thomas

The noise floor at these church coffeehouses is ridiculous.

I always assumed that it's because my performances aren't compelling

enough to hold the audience's attention, and this may be true to an

extent. This performance was at Hebrews Coffeehouse, an outreach

at The Bridge Church.

But I had the same problem back in the 80's at Koinonia Coffeehouse, at River Of Life Fellowship. I played there many times

and it was always the same. I will post a few of those old videos and

you'll be staggered by the noise. People are talking and eating and walking around. I guess it's impossible to get away with that much

activity and have a quiet recording. The times I played in bars was

no different, to be fair. More people are there to party than listen to

the music. Manners are left at the door.

I'm glad someone recorded this, even so, because I liked

the song and don't want to lose it in the sea of forgetfulness. I pict-

ured that impressionist painting by Georges Seurat, when I wrote

listen to my song (what you can hear of it).

And for some reason, every time I see this painting, I think

of Kaley Barrack, I think because I photographed he and his then

fiancée, Amy, posing with an umbrella.