Melanie Grace

Category: Music

  • What Fall Is Teaching Me This Year

    What Fall Is Teaching Me This Year

    Every year fall teaches me something. Not always the same thing and not always something I was ready to learn, but something. The season has a way of doing that. It creates just enough stillness and just enough beauty that the things you have been too busy to notice all summer suddenly have room to surface.

    This year fall is teaching me about presence.

    I know that sounds like something you read on a coffee mug, and I promise I am going somewhere more specific with it than that. But I want to start there because I think presence is one of those words we use so often that it stops meaning anything, and fall has a way of making it mean something again.

    Here is what I notice every October. The light changes. It comes in at a different angle, lower and more golden, and it makes everything look like it is worth looking at. The ordinary things, the kitchen table, the coffee mug, the person across from you, they all look different in October light. More vivid. More worth memorizing. And I find myself doing something in fall that I do not do as naturally in other seasons. I find myself stopping. Just stopping and looking and letting something be beautiful without immediately moving on to the next thing.

    I wrote about this in a song called Golden Hours on my new album Give Me Fall, which is out now everywhere you stream music. The line that I keep coming back to is this one: you can be awake inside them. The golden hours, the beautiful moments, the October evenings around the firepit. You cannot hold onto them and you cannot slow them down, but you can be awake inside them. You can choose to actually be where you are.

    That is what fall is teaching me this year. To be where I am.

    Practically this has looked like a few things. It has looked like putting my phone in another room during dinner more consistently than I have in years. It has looked like taking five extra minutes on the porch in the morning before the day starts asking things of me. It has looked like saying yes to the hay ride even when there were other things I could have been doing, and then sitting on that wagon looking up at the October sky and feeling genuinely glad I went.

    I think this is a faith practice as much as it is a life practice. Paying attention is an act of gratitude. Stopping to actually see something beautiful is a way of saying thank you to the One who made it. And fall, with its extravagant color and its lowering light and its particular quality of air, makes that gratitude easier to access than almost any other season. It is hard to be rushing through October and miss what October is doing. The season insists on being noticed.

    Proverbs talks about wisdom being present at creation, delighting in the inhabited world, rejoicing in the human race. I love that image, wisdom rejoicing. I think fall is a season for rejoicing. For being genuinely, fully glad. Not performing gladness but actually feeling it, which requires stopping long enough to feel it.

    What is fall teaching you this year? I am asking sincerely. I think these are the conversations worth having in September, before the busyness of the holiday season arrives and the pace picks back up and presence becomes harder to choose.

    I am also going to mention quietly that something is coming later this year that I think is going to give a lot of people a reason to stop and feel something. I have been working on a project with a very different feel from Give Me Fall, something that leans into the storytelling and tradition of the winter season. I am not ready to share all of it yet but I am so excited, and I think if you love this time of year and the faith woven through it you are going to love what is coming. Get on my email list here to be the first to hear about it.

    In the meantime, Give Me Fall is out now and waiting for you on Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon Music, Deezer, and Pandora. Please follow me so you never miss a new release. Come find me on Instagram, Facebook, and YouTube.

    Be where you are today. Fall is worth it.

    Warmly, Melanie Grace

  • Give Me Fall Is Out and I Have So Many Feelings

    Give Me Fall Is Out and I Have So Many Feelings

    I am sitting here on the other side of release week with a cup of something warm and a whole lot of gratitude and I just need to talk to you for a minute.

    Give Me Fall is out in the world.

    Fifteen songs that I wrote through the spring and summer, dreaming about fall before it arrived, pouring everything I love about this season into lyrics and melodies and Suno prompts and Google Docs and a spreadsheet that I am genuinely proud of. And now it is out there. You can press play on it. You can add it to your fall playlist. You can listen to it on your porch with something warm in your hands and a cardigan on your shoulders and honestly that is the only review I need.

    First, I want to say thank you. If you have streamed even one song from this album, you have done something that matters to an independent artist more than you probably know. Every stream counts. Every follow on a streaming platform counts. Every share and every comment and every person who told someone else about this album, it counts. I see it and I feel it and I am so genuinely grateful.

    Release week is a strange thing when you make music independently. There is no label behind you sending out press releases and buying playlist placements and running ads. There is just you and the music and the people who care enough to share it. And the people who showed up for this album, including you reading this right now, are the reason I keep making music.

    I want to tell you a little bit about what this album means to me beyond just the songs themselves. Give Me Fall is the first album I have made that feels completely intentional from the first track to the last. It has a thesis, borrowed from F. Scott Fitzgerald, that life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall. It has a love thread that runs through every single song because I believe fall is always better with someone. And it holds a quiet love letter to the season itself, which is a thing I have wanted to write for years and finally did.

    The song I am most surprised by is Jump. It started as a silly idea about jumping in a leaf pile and ended up being the most emotionally true thing I have written about staying young in your spirit. And the song that felt like pure joy from start to finish was October Ready, which is my love letter to decoration day and craft show hauls and the wreath you absolutely did not need but bought anyway.

    I also want to give you a small, exciting hint about what is coming next. Fall is not the only season I have been writing about this year. I have something in the works for winter that I think is going to be something really special, something with a very different sonic world than Give Me Fall, something that leans into storytelling and tradition and the magic of the season. More on that very soon. Sign up for my email list here if you want to be the first to know when I can share more.

    For now, please go stream Give Me Fall and if you have not followed me yet on your streaming platform of choice please do that right now. Following is how the algorithm knows to tell you when I release something new, and I am planning to release something new very soon.

    You can find me on Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon Music, Deezer, and Pandora. Come hang out with me on Instagram, Facebook, and YouTube where I share behind the scenes and new music updates constantly.

    Tell me in the comments: which song from Give Me Fall has been your favorite so far? I want to know. I genuinely want to know.

    Thank you for being here. Thank you for listening. Give me fall, and give me you right here with me for all of it.

    Warmly, Melanie Grace

  • Let It Turn: The Song About Learning from the Leaves

    Let It Turn: The Song About Learning from the Leaves

    Every October I watch the leaves let go and I feel quietly convicted.

    They do not argue. They do not hold on past the right time. They do not grip the branch until spring and refuse to release. They let the colors come, they burn as brightly as they possibly can, and then they let go. And the tree does not mourn what it is losing. It trusts. It trusts that it was made for all of this. Every season, every turn, every fall. That trust is the thing I have been trying to learn my whole life.

    “Let It Turn” is Track 15 on Give Me Fall, releasing August 31st, and it is the most spiritual song I have ever written about fall, which is saying something because I think almost every song on this album has a thread of faith running through it. This one just lets that thread be the whole fabric.

    The song opens with an observation so simple it almost sounds like a children’s story. The leaves don’t hold on when it’s time to go. They don’t argue with the wind, they just let go. And I have watched them every year and wondered why I make so hard what they make look easy. That wondering is the whole song. That gap between the naturalness of the leaves’ surrender and the difficulty of my own.

    The second verse introduces a framework that has helped me think about seasons in my own life. There is a season for the holding and the growing. And a season for the releasing and the rest. This is both literal and spiritual. There are seasons of my life that have been about building and accumulating and holding. And there have been seasons that asked me to release, to trust, to rest. The tree does not mourn what it is losing. It trusts that it was made for all of this. I want that trust. I am still learning that trust.

    The pre-chorus is a prayer as much as a lyric. Teach me how to let it turn, the way the leaves do without fear. Teach me how to trust the season, that what is coming is as good as what was here. That last line is the hardest thing to believe in the middle of a letting-go. Is what is coming as good as what was here? The leaves seem to know that it is. They go gold and then they go. And in the spring what comes back is new and green and entirely itself.

    The chorus is the release. Let it turn, let it turn. Let the colors come and let the cold move in. Every ending is a place to start again. What I’m holding I can offer up. What I’m grieving I can give to grace. Let the season do the thing that seasons do. Let it turn. Let it all turn. I wrote that chorus sitting with a lot of things I was holding at the time, and I felt something genuinely loosen when I finished it. Songs are like that sometimes. They do something in the writing that they then keep doing in the singing.

    The third verse has my favorite single line on the album. The most beautiful it gets is right before the letting go. I have thought about that line a hundred times since I wrote it. It is true of fall, it is true of grief, it is true of relationships, it is true of seasons of faith. The most beautiful it gets is right before the letting go. Maybe because the beauty is the last gift before the release. Maybe because we pay attention most completely when we know something is almost over.

    The bridge is prayerful and specific. I don’t want to be the branch that won’t release. I don’t want to hold so tight I miss the beauty. There is grace in the going, grace in the turning. There is something waiting on the other side of this. Something I could not have seen unless I let this go. That is the whole testimony. Let it go. Let it turn. Something is waiting.

    I wrote this album with Claude AI and Suno AI, and this song is the most personal faith expression on the whole record. I hope it meets you exactly where you are.

    Tell me in the comments: what are you learning to let turn in your own life right now? What are you working on releasing? I ask carefully because I know it is a tender question, but I also know that sometimes naming it helps.

    Give Me Fall releases August 31st. Follow me on Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon Music, Deezer, and Pandora. Come find me on Instagram, Facebook, and YouTube, and join my email list here.

    Let it turn. Let it go gold. Let it all turn. The best is still ahead.

    Warmly, Melanie Grace

  • When It Gets Crisp: A Love Letter to Fall Itself

    When It Gets Crisp: A Love Letter to Fall Itself

    Dear Fall,

    I have been meaning to write this for years.

    Not a song about the things you bring, although I have written fourteen of those now and I stand behind every one of them. Not a song about the pumpkins or the corn mazes or the hay rides or the firepit nights. This one is for you. Just you. A love letter to the season itself, sung directly to the thing I have been waiting for since the last time it left.

    “When It Gets Crisp” is Track 13 on Give Me Fall, my album releasing August 31st, and a quiet love letter to fall itself was not something I planned at the beginning of this project. It was something the project asked for. After song after song about everything fall brings and everyone fall becomes better with, it felt right to write one straight to the season itself. To the air. To the cracked window. To the morning that arrives and tells you, before you have opened your eyes fully, that everything is about to change.

    This song opens the way that first fall morning opens. I cracked the window open this morning and felt you on the air before I saw you come. The sun is sleeping in a little later and the evenings are pulling darkness on. I have been waiting since the last of you left me. These are real things, the literal, sensory experience of fall announcing itself before you have any evidence of it. Fall is the season that tells you it is coming before it arrives. The cardigans go on a Tuesday. The coffee shops change their menus. The light shifts. And you know.

    The second verse holds all of my personal fall rituals. The cardigans lined up by color on the chair. The people on the street looking lighter, like something in them knows you are there. The orange cup appearing like a sign. And somewhere in the back of every closet, the Christmas things waiting for their time. That last detail is one of my favorites in the whole song because it is so true. Fall brings Christmas closer and you can feel it, the way you can feel something approaching from a great distance, the anticipation of anticipation, the waiting for the next wonderful thing while you are fully inside this wonderful thing.

    The pre-chorus is the most honest confession in the song. I know you never stay as long as I want you to. But oh, the way you come back every year. You make the whole world feel like it can start again. That’s why I’ve been standing here, waiting for you. Fall is the only season I grieve when it leaves. Winter does not make me sad in the same way, because winter is quiet and rest-giving in its own way. But fall. Fall I miss while it is still here. I mourn it preemptively while I am standing in the middle of it. And every year when it comes back I feel something release in my chest that I did not know I was holding.

    The chorus is a declaration. When it gets crisp I know you’re here. When it gets crisp everything is clear. The colors change, the mornings slow, the windows open, the candles glow. When it gets crisp I come alive. Something in me opens up and I remember who I am and what I love. When it gets crisp, there you are. I want to live inside that chorus. I want it playing on October mornings when the air is exactly right and the window is cracked and something warm is in my hands.

    The bridge gets quiet and almost tender. People are smiling at strangers on the street like the cold gave everyone permission to be a little softer, a little more themselves. Like fall is just that kind of season. And then the prayer at the end: stay a little longer this year. I’ll keep the windows cracked. I’ll have the candles ready. I’ll have the cardigan out. Just stay.

    This is what I want every person who listens to this album to feel. That invitation to stay. To stay in the moment, to stay with the people they love, to stay present to the beautiful ordinary life happening all around them in orange and gold and cinnamon and woodsmoke. Give me fall. And when fall gets here, let me be awake for every last minute of it.

    Thank you for listening to all fifteen songs. Thank you for giving this album your time and your heart. I wrote it for you and I wrote it for me and I wrote it for every person who has ever looked up at an October sky and felt something almost too big to name.

    Tell me in the comments: what does fall feel like to you the moment it arrives? What is your first sign that it is here? I want every detail.

    Please follow me on Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon Music, Deezer, and Pandora so Give Me Fall is waiting for you on August 31st. Come be part of this community on Instagram, Facebook, and YouTube, and join my email list here where I share everything first.

    When it gets crisp, there you are. Every year. There you are.

    With so much love, Melanie Grace

  • The darkness paradox: why sanitized holidays feel hollow

    The darkness paradox: why sanitized holidays feel hollow

    An Icelandic child puts a shoe on the windowsill on the night of December 12.

    Americans hear this and think of stockings. It is not the same gesture. The shoe is not a container for a gift. The shoe is submitted. Something comes down from the mountain in the night and looks at it and decides. In the morning there is a small treat, or there is a rotting potato, and the potato is a verdict.

    I want to make an argument about that potato, and I want to be careful about it, because the version of this argument you usually hear is not honest.

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    The dishonest version goes like this: children raised on scary folklore are less anxious, and here is a study. I looked for the study. I could not find one. What you find instead is a lot of people asserting it, usually citing each other. If someone has run a controlled comparison of anxiety outcomes between children raised with named monsters and children raised without, I have not located it, and I am not going to pretend otherwise in order to win a point. This book has enough true things in it that I do not need to borrow a false one.

    So here is the argument without the fake evidence.

    A potato in a shoe is a bounded event. It has a cause, which the child knows. It has a limit, which is that it is a potato and not a death. And it has a season, which ends. On January 6, the last of the Yule Lads goes back up the mountain, and the whole apparatus, the Lads and their mother and the Cat, packs up and leaves for eleven months. The dread has a start date and an end date and a specified escape.

    Compare that to the thing we replaced it with.

    The modern Christmas has no monsters, and it also has no exits. It is a season of mandatory joy, and mandatory joy is a trap, because the one thing a person cannot do on command is feel something. If you arrive at December with a dead parent, a bad year, a marriage that is ending, a diagnosis, you arrive at a holiday that has no language for you. It has only the assurance that this is the most wonderful time of the year, repeated at you in every public space, at volume, for six weeks.

    The old Christmas had language for you. It had an entire cast of characters whose whole function was to say: yes, the dark is real, the dark is out there right now, the dark has a name, and here is what we do about it. The Rauhnächte, the rough nights between Christmas and Epiphany, were understood across the German-speaking Alps as the time when the boundary was thin and the dead were moving. People did not experience that as a horror show. They experienced it as accurate. It matched what December actually feels like at that latitude, when the sun clears the ridge for four hours and then gives up.

    The paradox is this. A holiday that acknowledges the dark can hold more joy, not less, because the joy is not being asked to do a job it cannot do. It does not have to pretend. It does not have to be total. It only has to be the thing that happens after the Perchtenlauf comes through and drives the winter out, which is a much smaller and much more achievable claim.

    Whereas a holiday that has been scrubbed of everything difficult is a holiday with nothing to push against. You cannot have relief without something to be relieved of. You cannot have the return of the light if you never admitted it was gone. That is why the sanitized version rings hollow, and it is why so many people feel obscurely bad in December and cannot say why: they are being handed the resolution of a story whose first act has been deleted.

    I do not think we should bring back the belly-slitting. I want to be clear about that. Some of these traditions were cruel and the cruelty was not incidental.

    But I think we threw out the frame along with the knife, and the frame was the useful part. The frame said: the year is ending, it took things from you, name them, mark them, and then let the light come back. That is not a childish thing. That is close to the oldest thing we have.

    The book makes this argument twenty-three different ways, once per creature. It is on Kindle now, in print October 1.