Item description for Mosaic: Pieces of My Life So Far by Amy Grant...
Overview In a career spanning more than twenty-five years, Amy Grant has won six Grammy Awards in multiple categories, beginning with the platinum-selling Age to Age in 1982, and has had six #1 songs, including "Baby, Baby" and "Every Heart Beat." Billboard named her the most successful artist of the 1980s and '90s, and she was inducted into the Gospel Music Association Hall of Fame in 2003. Time Again...Amy Grant Live, the recording of Grant's sold-out performances in Dallas, was released in September 2006, and she is attracting both devoted fans and new audiences with her symphony tour, in which she performs with local orchestras in Atlanta, Minneapolis, Kansas City, and other cities nationwide. MOSAIC is the first and only authorized book of this much beloved icon. In an autobiography that resonates with her trademark poetic imagery and engaging spirit, Grant presents her musings on everyday life-friendship, marriage, motherhood, loss, forgiveness, and new beginnings-and provides inspiring insights into what it means to live authentically. Whether she is sharing light-hearted reminiscences about her childhood in Nashville, writing about beginning a new life with the country music star Vince Gill, or describing an amusing encounter with a fan of her husband's, Grant invites readers into her world and into her heart. Open, entertaining, and moving, MOSAIC is a wonderful portrait of an innovative artist and the qualities that have endeared her to both Christian and mainstream audiences.
One of America's most popular music artists shares beautiful pieces of an unforgettable human mosaic, revealing pieces of a life in progress.
With her unmistakable voice and honest lyrics, Amy Grant has captured a unique place in American music. As the bestselling Christian music artist of all time, a crossover pop sensation, and the wife of country music star Vince Gill, Amy has lived much of her life in the spotlight, subject to adulation, speculation, and scrutiny. Now for the first time she bares her heart and soul to reveal thoughts on everything from motherhood and marriage to fame and forgiveness. Whether describing personal moments alone on a moonlit hillside or very public ones performing with the likes of Tony Bennett and James Taylor, Amy presents a captivating collection of beautiful reflections on life, love, and faith.
Includes Never Before Published Lyrics to New Songs
Rendered with the lyrical insight we see in her music, Amy reflects on the pieces of her life through the years, forming a vivid mosaic of memories rich in color, varied in texture, and united in their heartfelt design.
“Thanks to writing and remembering, I'm re-inspired to value both the mundane and magical moments. In trying to capture a few memories as best as I can, I give myself the gift of treasuring what has been so far a very full and meaningful life. I hope you will do the same with yours.” —Amy Grant
Amy Grant weaves original lyrics and poetry into a narrative patchwork of timeless candor in Mosaic. The pieces of her life so far provide stunning inspiration for her beloved fans. Mixing lighthearted reminiscences of her Tennessee childhood, poignant scenes from her life as a wife and mother, and down-to-earth insight from her celebrity stardom, Amy invites you into her world and gently leads you to fresh insights about your own.
Amy's winsome personality and joyful authenticity radiate from each page, welcoming you into the satisfying company of a warm and compassionate artist—a woman who sees life through a unique and deeply personal lens.
Amy Grant got her start in the music business with a part-time job sweeping up a Nashville music studio, which provided the perfect opportunity to duplicate a tape of her original songs as a gift for her family. A studio executive overheard her recordings—and the rest is music history.
Since the surprising success of her debut album thirty years ago, Amy has grown into a music legend, with six Grammy Awards, twenty-six Dove Awards, and six pop chart-topping hits to her credit. An inductee into the Gospel Music Association Hall of Fame, she also was honored in 2006 with a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
“Amy Grant is a remarkable woman whose contributions to the worlds of faith, charity, and entertainment continue to put her in a class of her own. And in many ways, Amy's wonderful new book, Mosaic, is a lot like Amy herself: it sparkles with energy, brims with love, and is blessed with the same deep and beautiful spirit that I've witnessed so many times when Amy has performed for the kids of St. Jude Children's Research Hospital. How like her to have written a book that truly celebrates the magic and poetry of life.” —MARLO THOMAS, actress and author
“Amy is one of our favorite friends. Her life is as inspiring as her music.” —BARBARA AND GEORGE BUSH
“Amy Grant is a bouquet of Tennessee spring flowers. Not the floral-shop type with ribbons and a greeting card, but rather the just-picked ones. Fragrant. Radiant. You spotted them in a meadow and couldn't resist. Now they sit on the table giving fragrance and color. Amy does that as she paints and perfumes our world with her faith, her music, and her words.” —MAX LUCADO, minister and best-selling author
“Amy Grant is simply one of the most gifted communicators I have ever known. I've been on stage with her in front of thousands of people—and I've been with her in quiet private moments when she's offered hope and healing to someone in need. In either situation, and in everything in between, I've been moved by her subtle strength and her ability to say the right thing at the right time. In the lyric of a song and now in this book, Amy can turn a phrase like no other. I'm so blessed to know her and so glad that she's sharing part of her life in these pages.” —MICHAEL W. SMITH, singer/songwriter
“I know of no one in our field more generous of her time, talent, or resources than Amy. In my experience, one of the major pieces in the mosaic of Amy's life so far has to be caring about others.” —BILL GAITHER, artist, writer, and producer
“Amy Grant draws from a well of experience as a daughter, wife, mother, writer, and entertainer. Like all of us, she has had her own personal storms in life; however, her faith has never wavered. Through it all, she has given of herself and her resources to help others, and remains an inspiration to millions.” —FRANKLIN GRAHAM, president and CEO of the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association and Samaritan's Purse
Amy lives in Nashville, Tennessee, with her husband, country music star, Vince Gill. She has four children, Matt, Millie, Sarah, and Corrina, and one stepdaughter, Jenny.
There you go making mountains Out of such a little hill Here I go mixing mortar For another wall to build There's a struggle in this life we lead It's partly you It's partly me, but
Every road that's traveled Teaches something new, and Every road that's narrow Pushes us to choose I'd be lying if I said I had not tried to leave a time or two But every road that leads me Leads me back to you
Here we stand in the middle Of what we've come to know It's a dance, it's a balance Holding on and letting go But there is nothing that we can't resolve When love's at stake When love's involved, 'cause
Every road that's traveled Teaches something new, and Every road that's narrow Pushes us to choose I'd be lying if I said I had not tried to leave a time or two But every road that leads me Leads me back to you
I can't remember the first time my parents took me to the ocean. I'm the youngest in my family, and beach vacations were already a tradition in our household by the time I was able to travel—by car, of course. Just hearing the word vacation now conjures up memories of those overnight drives–my dad preferring to travel through the night while my sister Carol and I slept in the backseat. I can still hear the sound of my mother's unscrewing of the thermos lid and pouring Dad another cup, the comforting smell of black coffee wafting through the car. The quiet of the lonesome highway.
Summer weeks at the beach have been part of every stage in my life; throughout all the changes of many years, the oceanfront constants—drip castles, body surfing, people watching, long walks, soaking in the heat—remain.
I've collected starfish, sand dollars, more shells and pieces of sea glass than I can count, and even rescued a baby octopus a time or two. An old friend and I have often reminded each other that there's not much a little salt water can't cure, whether from the Gulf or the Atlantic or a bucket of tears.
Before I developed my current shark phobia, I couldn't just sit and watch the water. I had to be in the salt, in the sand, with green slime and crushed coquina shells stuck in the lining of my bathing suit. Those waves have rolled me up in a ball and sent me crawling on my hands and knees out of the surf and onto the sand, hoping my bathing suit was still intact. I have watched the sun rise and set on the ocean, many oceans, across many seasons. I've watched the water by starlight, marveling at the fluorescent green breakers at midnight. Watched it in the heat of the day. Listened to its crashing roar that I love so much. I am drawn to it and afraid of it. It reminds me of the power of God's creation, and nobody has to explain it to me. Nothing about it is diminished in my absence.
I inherited by marriage three nieces, who by the time they were almost in high school had never seen the ocean. I couldn't believe it. They had seen it in National Geographic magazines, seen it on postcards, seen it on television, the intro to Hawaii Five–O. But not the real deal. I quickly developed a plan to change all that—a place to stay, a car full of gas, and a map. We made it a girls' trip, my nieces, their moms, and me.
The old Highway 98 into Destin, Florida, runs along the beach for a few miles. Like the way many of the old beach towns are set up, Destin features the ocean on one side of the highway and all the places to stay on the other. After a seven–hour road trip, we drove into town toward the end of the day. The afternoon sun was shining. The sky was a brilliant blue.
I made the girls promise not to peek across the highway. I suggested we drop our bags, put on our clothes for dinner, and go see the ocean. By then it was sunset.
An old wooden walking bridge crossed over the highway between our parking lot and the beach. My heart was pounding. I got to be the lucky one to make this introduction: “Close your eyes. You're not going to believe this.”
With eyes closed, my nieces held the handrail, climbed the stairs, and walked across the length of the bridge. We could hear cars passing under us, but above it all, the insistent sound of the surf. When we got to the beach side of the bridge, I said, “Open your eyes.”
There was water and sky as far as the eye could see. The last purple glow was fading on the far right edge of the horizon. The wind was whipping our hair, filling our senses with the primitive smell of salt and sea.
The girls started laughing and shouting. The postcards hadn't done it justice. Television and surround sound–they didn't even come close. The next thing I knew, those three girls ran down the other side of the steps, across the sand, and straight into the water with their dinner clothes on. The pull was irresistible.
Salt water is the greatest component of our world, yet some people have never seen an ocean. That doesn't change the ocean. It is constant and powerful, and like the love of God, whether we're immersed in it, standing on the shore, or a thousand miles away, it remains.
LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND
I took a drive along the west bank of the shore I thought of what you said then I thought some more You say your life is all but chiseled out in stone And all you want is just a taste of the unknown
Think it was yesterday I called you on the phone You say you need a change, I recognize the tone Buy me a ticket please, to anywhere I'll go I'm not saying what is right or what is wrong I'm just thinking you've been hanging here too long
So, why don't we just up and leave it all behind? Maybe a change would ease your mind For a time, leave it all behind What I really want to do is see you smile Hear you talk and let me listen for a while There's too much going on to keep it all inside You try to whisper, but you start to scream and shout
What you need is just a place to let it out So, why don't we just up and leave it all behind? Maybe a change would ease your mind For a time, leave it all behind You try to whisper, but you start to scream and shout What you need is just a place to let it out
So, why don't we just up and leave it all behind? Maybe a change would ease your mind For a time, leave it all behind
One winter day when my ten-year–old daughter, Sarah Cannon, was home from school, I decided to take her with me to look at an old horse that was for sale. My sister Carol and I had a horse when we were younger, and I'm always trying to whet my kids' appetites for things we can do together at the farm.
Sarah was a prime candidate for being a full–fledged horse lover. She just needed a little more confidence around them. I guess riding lessons could have been an option, but neither of us likes to have our time all planned out. I thought if we found a horse that was already dead broke, then we could just trail ride whenever we wanted to. Sarah wasn't as keen on the idea as I was, but she drove with me and our friend Leigh Ann to a farm in Leiper's Fork where Jack was a school pony. Leigh Ann is my oldest friend. When we were kids, we lived across the street from each other, and now we own property side by side out in the country. We've always enjoyed riding together, but Leigh Ann turned into the real horsewoman. She's the one who found Jack.
Sarah never did get on to ride that day. She wasn't feeling well, and I knew I was forcing it a little bit. But I rode. Jack was a Steady Eddie. He was rust colored and shaggy, and I thought he was perfect. We went through the paces in a sand pen, round and round, as Sarah watched from the fence.
Little by little Jack did grow on Sarah. He had an easy canter, and at the farm I'd see her stretch out on his bare back and close her eyes, her face to the sun. She and I never became the big trail-riding duo that I dreamed we would, but we did a little camping and more riding than we would have done without Jack.
When spring came around and all his shaggy hair fell out, we discovered that Jack had a brand on his right shoulder. He had been a workhorse on a ranch out west before he came to Tennessee, and the brand was just two letters, SC. Jack was already Sarah's, but now that we knew he was branded with her initials, it seemed mysterious and wonderful that he belonged to her. Those scarred letters confirmed what was already true.
We have a way of branding each other, of branding ourselves. “He's dependable” or “She's flaky.” I brand myself every morning when I wake up and look in the mirror. You're puffy…not puffy…Getting older… I see gray hairs. You know the drill. In a culture that worships youth and beauty, the process of aging, even gracefully, is not the feel–good experience everyone is looking for.
I've decided it's time to start reminding myself of some other words that are true. Today as I was brushing my teeth, I saw my reflection in the mirror…no contacts in yet, so I looked softer around the edges. Before my mind started assessing the toll of time, I spoke in an early morning whisper to my forty–six–year–old reflection: “You are made in the image of God. You are the salt of the earth. You are like starlight shining out in the darkness. You're the light of the world.”
What is it about these words that is so mysterious and powerful? I am just repeating what has already been said. What is already true.
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Studio: Flying Dolphin Press
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Release Date Oct 31, 2007
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ISBN 0385522894 ISBN13 9780385522892
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More About Amy Grant
Born on November 25, 1960, in Augusta, Georgia. Amy Grant has helped revolutionize contemporary Christian music.
Harking from Nashville, Tennessee, Amy was part of a close-knit, religious family. She had a strong grounding in God's Word through her Church, would would become a major influence on her music.
Grant learned guitar as a teen, and worked at a local recording studio. It was during this time that she made a tape of her music for her parents, which had been discovered by a producer with Word Records, a Christian music label. This led to a recording contract, and her first album was released in 1977. The self-titled album was a big success in the world of Christian music. With her unique style, Grant charted new territory. She fused elements of existing genres of gospel, hymns, and Jesus music—which used rock music to convey Christian teachings—to create a fresh, new sound, not heard before. Her songs are often deeply personal as well as reflecting her spiritual faith.
Grant continued recording and performing throughout high school and college, and has made a significant career for herself releasing numerous popular albums over the years.
She also earned several Dove Awards from the Gospel Music Association (GMA), including for Performer of the Year.
Reviews - What do customers think about Mosaic: Pieces of My Life So Far?
Moments in a Life Jun 2, 2009
Those looking for a real autobiography, tell all or otherwise, look elsewhere. That's not what this book is. Instead, Amy Grant shares vignettes from her life and weaves them into musing on life and faith. Interspersed are lyrics from her songs and a few as of yet unrecorded songs or poems.
Amy tells stories about her extended family. Some are intimate moments. Some are fun. Some are very sad as she shares stories of loss. But through them all, we see lessons learned and are challenged to remember that people are what makes this life worth living.
I've been a fan of Amy's for years (although I never have made it to a concert). Yet most of these stories were new to me. They are touching and heart warming, sometimes at the same time.
Those looking for details about her divorce can move right on by. While she mentions the aftermath once near the end, she never talks about it as such. In fact, she goes out of her way to mention Gary as little as possible, especially by name. Yet we are treated to stories with Vince. Frankly, considering the type of book this is, I wasn't bothered by the lack of "dirt." It would have felt out of place.
Each chapter is a self contained story, usually only three or four pages. Most chapters have a song in between them. The book is just over 200 pages, including a timeline and discography, so this is a very fast read.
Even when the book gets into hurt and pain, it seems to rush by them to more pleasant topics. Even so, it was an enjoyable read that is challenging. While I wouldn't consider any of what she shares to be intimate, I do feel like I've spent time with a good friend.
Now I'm anxious to pull out some of her CDs again for a new listen. Fans will love seeing these stories in print and anyone will be better for the reminder that people matter.
Deep Wisdom Jan 9, 2009
Amy Grant is an American treasure. Critics may dismiss her for being a product of 1980's popular culture, but such dismissals would be unfounded, as she conveys wisdom and insight that comes from a very deep well. In that sense, she shares a kinship with the late (and sorely missed) Johnny Cash, both of whom blend artistry and character in a manner that at times seem almost Biblical. Grant's theology is accessible and present (and never shallow or trite), and after reading snapshots of her journey, it will be hard for the reader to deny the possibility of a loving and present God who longs to walk with us, each step of the way.
Amy Grant Shares Some, But Not All of her Life So Far Dec 26, 2008
A trade reprint of last year's book, "Mosaic" is Amy Grant's not-quite autobiography. She uses her lyrics to illustrate the issues and feelings she had at various times of her life. There are some good stories, but not a real narrative in the traditional memoir sense. Certain areas have been almost completely avoided and were criticized by many of her fans when the hardcover came out; mainly that of her divorce from her first husband.
The title of the book reflects the form Grant chose to share her life--pieces of colorful moments that when seen as a whole, form a mostly compete picture. Considering the amount of lyrics she's written in the past, and the number she chose to use as illustration into those moments in her life, this Mosaic does give you a good enough picture of her life. Unless you are really only interested in seeing the dirt. And I kinda wonder if that's why people complained the first time around.
Assorted Snapshots From Amy's Life Nov 14, 2008
If you're looking for an orderly, chronological autobiography of Amy's life, this is not it. If you are looking for an exclusive, gut-spilling memoir of all the good things and the bad things in her life, this is not it.
This book is an assortment of stories and memories from Amy's life that have shaped her and made her who she is in Christ. She discusses how her youngest daughter is becoming excited about greeting the day with prayer and praise. She talks about people that she and Vince have met that have made an impact on their lives. She fondly recalls old friends and lost loved ones. She acknowledges disappointments and failures of the past while also leaning heavily on the grace and mercy of our God.
In between each chapter are song lyrics and poems that Amy has written through the years. Reading this carefully crafted and poignant book is like sitting down with a doubleshot cup of Starbucks coffee with an old friend. Recommended for all Amy fans and for those who want to meet one of Christian pop's most magnificent artists.
Little nuggets of faith and life... Nov 13, 2008
I'm a huge fan, so I'm naturally biased, but there's so much honesty in these vignettes...
The greatest thing I got out of this book is not to take yourself too seriously. Amy sealed this with an embarrassing account of how she was approached to take a photo with a family and she happily arranged everyone in a row with herself in the middle, only to have the father tell her he meant 'a picture of them'.
The lyrics of her songs interspersed throughout the book also gave these songs a new perspective, with some backstories and new thoughts related to them...