A note from Seth:
I was sanding an old door down to wood when I heard the news of John Prine’s COVID19 diagnosis a few weeks ago. As the orbital sander sputtered to a stop so did my heart which had memorized so many of his words. I thought about all the songs he would write right now. The frustrations of homeschooling, the humor of zoom calls, the tender kindling of the many making masks, and the terror of those frontline healthcare workers who so desperately need them.

We’ve heard the words “Til Further Notice” a lot in the past few weeks. They’ve become a signal of prolonged uncertainty and a mantra as we shift to a new rhythm in our daily lives. Growing up in Western Massachusetts I’ve lived with the words of Emily Dickinson for much of my life. “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.” Hearing about Prine awakened that little bird and the following day I wrote this song with my friend Steve Seskin over FaceTime. Never have I felt a time where we are all collectively so emotionally exposed to this feeling of uncertainty. I believe that uncertainty is the place where hope lives and crawls out of from time to time.

The following week, while recording "Til Further Notice", I read the news that John Prine had passed and I cried my way through a few verses of “Paradise” on an upright piano. I like to think that there were a whole lot of us songwriters singing him out down the Green River that night.

I hope this song brings comfort to those that need it right now and if you’re so inspired, I hope you share with someone who you think can use a little comfort and hope.

50% of the proceeds will go toward the Sweet Relief Musicians Fund - COVID-19 Fund to help the many touring artists who are struggling to make ends meet right now.

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Lyrics:
Last night the tears
Were more than just fear
The news hit way too close to home
Talking to friends
About when will this end
The truth is that none of us know

I feel paralyzed
Been staying inside
Keeping the wick of hope lit
Til further notice

New rhythms no rhyme
Still I’m resigned
To look for the gift I’ve been given
To finish that book
To take a good look
At the pace of the life I’ve been living

All of humanity’s
Searching for sanity
Figuring out how to go through this
Til further notice

Our finest hour is within our power
If we’re willing to do a little learnin’
If there’s an angel that flies from Montgomery
Send us a song as a sermon

Some waiting on checks
That some won’t ever get
Floating can feel just like drowning
But there’s still stars in the sky
Love is in good supply
In a way we’re already rebounding

So I’ll keep trying
Laughing and crying
Even when I feel a bit broken
I be keeping the wick of hope lit
Til further notice
Til further notice

Written by Seth Glier/Dancing Man Music Publishing (ASCAP) ©2020

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