Chase Given

A particular kind of silence often follows a life-shattering event. It’s not the peaceful silence of a snowy morning in the mountains; it’s a heavy, ringing silence that sits in the back of your throat. In 2015, that silence became…

Maturing sometimes brings a magic that happens when you realize your heroes are humans: not because it diminishes their stature, but because it elevates the craft. For me, that realization came through the music and the presence of Tony Lucca.

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There is an eerie quiet that only comes with a mid-May storm in the Wasatch Mountains. It’s a heavy, dampened quiet that feels completely out of place when the calendar says spring should be settled in. What made it even…

Serendipity is one of those words that feels like a melody before you even put it to music. It’s a word that rolls off the tongue with a certain grace: a "mouth-feel" word, as some of my fellow songwriters might…

Sunday mornings often feel a little extra magical. The world seems to exhale, the pace slows, and if you’re lucky, the light hits the floorboards just right. This is usually when I find myself gravitating toward the music that does…

Every song has a spark, right? A moment where a melody hits you, or a lyric starts humming in the back of your mind until you finally have to sit down and get it out. But some songs... man, some…

I just turned 43.

It’s a funny age, isn't it? It’s not one of those "big" milestone birthdays like 40 or 50 where everyone expects a giant party or a mid-life crisis purchase. But for me, sitting here on a…

It’s Sunday morning, the sun is just starting to peek through the window, and I’m sitting here with my guitar, thinking about what it actually means to connect through a song. We talk a lot about authenticity, vulnerability, and "keeping…

I can tell you the third verse of a deep-cut James Taylor track from 1972 without blinking. I can give you the exact chord progression for a 90s R&B hit I haven't played in three years. I can even remember…

Sunday morning. It’s May 3rd, the sun is starting to hit the mountains here in Utah, and I’ve got a cup of hot chocolate that’s just the right amount of hot. There is a specific kind of quiet that only…