My Mom

This is my mom.

She has lived quite the life.

She grew up during the Great Depression—as a farmer no less. She told me stories of the times when candy was purchased with a single small coin, but had a much larger value in that century.

As a young child in those times, she was sent to the grocery store to beg for bones from the butcher, so that my grandmother and grandfather could prepare bone marrow soup from those meager remnants.

That’s what poverty looks like.

My grandma and grandpa and mom and her siblings… they all were tough.

My aunt contracted Polio. She initially was right handed, but after getting Polio, had to relearn how to write with her left hand. My grandmother was patient and brilliant, and taught my aunt how to overcome Polio by learning how to write with her other hand that wasn’t affected by the paralysis of the disease.

I remember my aunt having a hobble to her locomotion, and never knowing why until my mom told me the above mentioned.

My grandmother was a hell of a musician too. My mom plays as well… now I do too.

… and I’m probably not tough like they were. Resilient, maybe? Yeah, I’d say I’m resilient.

My mom was raised on a farm in the Central Valley, so she knows the meaning of taking an animals life to eat, because she would have to do it, and my mom loves animals. It’s the circle of life, and she knows that first hand.

Dinner wasn’t a chicken neatly wrapped in styrofoam, covered in clear plastic wrap, purchased at the grocery store.

That’s the reality I know.

My mom has taught me a lot of things over the years. She has a lot of wisdom. I always listen to it.

Most of the furry friends we had growing up, were all rescued from one dire circumstance or another, because it’s the right thing to do: help a cat or a dog out that’s shivering in the middle of a freeway median, with traffic passing at 70MPH.

… and I’d like to think that she passed on to me, some of the things that I admire about her the most. I’ll try my best to carry that torch, and keep it lit.

WHO IS MIKE VITALE?

I am a storyteller, songwriter, singer, music producer, traveling musician, Jungian dream analyst, all-around curious fellow (Spiritual, Mathematical Historical, Scientific), Taoist, and much much more, based out of Los Angeles, California. I’m constantly releasing new music, in all sorts of different genres. You can listen to me below, on Spotify:

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Kathy's Song | Mike Vitale (Original)

Out of anything I have ever done with my life—this was the greatest responsibility and privilege that's ever been put on my shoulders: I was asked to write this song by my friend Amy who lives in Australia. It was a gift for her mother, who was nearing the end of her current form here on Earth. Her mom's name is Kathy. I asked for Amy to send me as much intimate detail and memories she could muster about her mom's life—especially as it pertained to Kathy and her children. I put as much of my heart and love into this song as I could. The greatest gift in my life was to receive these words from Amy after I sent her the song:

"I played it to her and said nothing. She said, it's beautiful— where did you find this?"

I said "it's a song written for you."

She continued to cry and listened and said "it's beautiful. It's absolutely beautiful."

And when it ended I asked her if she recognized the voice, she paused, she didn't know and then she said "is it your friend? Is it Mike Vitale?"

And she asked me to thank you.

Right now it's night time. And she's alone in her hospital bed, listening to the song, over and over and feeling very special.
Thank you x."

Kathy passed away on July 2nd 2019. Thank you so much for the opportunity and privilege of this connection, Amy. All my love to you and your family.
Here are the words. I'm working on the production for it right now—it'll be on one of my two new album coming out in 2020.

Kathy's Song
words and music by me

Baby Steps
Your hands on my waist
Showering kisses on my tiny face
My clumsy dance
Living life's ballet
But your outstretched arms met me there half way

Mum was magic
and her grand illusion
As sorceress of candy and it's sweet diffusion
Lollies would vanish
And cool mints too
Appearing under pillows from across the room

When we were young
Zizi couldn't say
The suitable pronunciation of our names
Amanda was Memo
And Brett was Bert
And mum would say she loved us all the much in the world

We took long drives
With no destination
While mum and dad would hold hands in adoration
The passing scenery and years roll by so quick
With kids in the backseat listening to music

Your wheelchair
I engage the brake
Showering kisses on our mother's face
This mysterious dance
It breaks my heart
But nothing in this Universe will ever keep us apart

Thank you to everyone on Patreon for directly supporting the art I make. If you are interested in having a profound affect on my ability to release more art into the world, whether it be through videos like this, or the two albums I'm releasing in 2020, or the acoustic album I put out in 2018, or the tours I setup across the United States, you can do so here: http://www.patreon.com/mikevitalemusic

A deep and special thank you to the Patreon patrons Fernando Gallegos and to Amy Armitage (this is song is dedicated to her mother, Kathy).