Name: Hard To Sing the Blues by Joe Izen
Duration: 3 min 34 s
Description: Straight ahead blues with a twist; this guy's got nothin to complain about.

Arabic orchestra playing an original Joe Izen composition.  Artwork from "free images."

Sittee Badir's Shoes

Straight ahead blues with a twist; this guy's got nothin to complain about.

Hard To Sing the Blues

This is an original song written and performed by Joe Izen as an homage to his dearly departed Sister. It is a ballad featuring piano, voice, bass and drums.

My North Star

When I saw 'Trainwreck: Woodstock '99' on Netflix, I had a flashback to what it was like being a teenager in the 90's. Grunge, metal, alternative... all that raw and angry music we used to listen to. But it was our time, and we loved it!

For A Woodstock

Here is a track from my new CD that should be out in a few weeks. This one is called "Ice Water" and has a Steely Dan kind of feel with some Tommy Bolin tones on the solos.

Ice Water

How To Be Human

An original song by Singer/Songwriter/Musician Joe Izen celebrating the birth of his Step-Grand Daughter Stella Rose.

Dreamland

This is a love song, written in 1956, by Carlos Eleta Almaran, recorded and sung here in Spanish by Singer, Songwriter, guitarist, Joe Izen. It pays homage to the great Spanish love songs of the mid 20th century.

Historia de un amor

Measure My Life

I used to measure the sunlight upon your face 
Measure the raindrops so full of grace 
Measure the stars, measure the clouds 
Measure my life around you

I used to measure the flowers one by one 
Measure the hours under the sun
Measure my heartbeats and measure my dreams 
Measure my life around you
Ooh ...

I used to measure my nights 
And measure my days
I used to measure the tides 
Measure the waves
Measure the meaning of everything to me

I used to measure the magic of your smile 
Measure each moment and every mile 
Measure the magic of love on a hill 
Measure my life around you

I used to measure the years it takes to be a man 
Measure my times here like grains of sand
Measure good fortune that slipped through my hands 
Measure my life around you
Ooh ...

I used to measure the vacuum of an empty space 
Measure the sweeping wand of fate
Measure my world
The flutter, the glass
Measure my life around you

I used to measure the sparkle in the morning dew 
Measure the shadows in the afternoon
Measure the promise of saying I do
Measure my life around you

I used to measure my nights 
And measure my days
I used to measure the tides 
Measure the waves
Measure the meaning of everything to me

I used to measure the highlights in your hair 
Measure the laughter and joy we shared 
Measure the shining, the stunning, the stares 
Measure my life around you

I used to measure the showers on a summer night 
Measure the snowflakes and the birds in flight 
Measure the colours of autumn, the lake
Measure my life around you

I used to measure the stories of young and of olde 
Measure the music way deep in my soul
Measure the twilight, the glistening gold
I used to measure my life around you

Measure the happy
Measure the sad
Measure the sweetness of all that we had
I used to measure my life around you

Journey To The Hieros Gamos

Measure My Life

Dear Friends,

Thank you for your kindnesses during this difficult time.

This photograph of Enzy Grubbs Anderson, my mother-in-law holding hands with me was taken Wednesday, December 2, 2020 by her son, Earl André Anderson. I am a fan of his work, and I am grateful that he gave permission to use this shot.

A son of uncommon dedication, Earl took great care of his mother during her illness. He is a fine photographer and creative artist whose body of work I encourage all who find this shot compelling to experience.

Four days later, on Sunday, December 6, with only her daughter Donna by her side, the spirit of their beloved mom, Mrs. Anderson elevated from this earthly plateau to a Higher Plane. Inclusive of all True Believers of any, all and no denomination whatsoever, I have complete confidence in this statement of faith.

As Love Transcends, 
So shall we.

Donna made notice of the time. It was 12:34PM

Hard To Sing the Blues

Joe Izen

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