Read Tom Conry’s Bio, listen to and purchase songs, view products, find current His song “Ashes” offers this message of renewal, “We rise again from ashes. Print and download Ashes sheet music composed by Tom Conry. Sheet music arranged for Piano/Vocal/Chords in Eb Major (transposable). SKU: MN View credits, reviews, tracks and shop for the Vinyl release of Ashes on Discogs.

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An Offering of Ashes – It’s Kind of a Long Story

The Arrangement Details Tab gives you detailed information about this particular arrangement of Ashes – not necessarily the song. My sister worked there. What a lovely surprise this piece turned out to be. He had known me most of my life. Ash crosses on street corners.

I, in contrast, was constantly doing or saying or wearing the wrong thing — talking too loud on the phone, or embarrassing myself in front of celebrities, or showing up to an opening night in flowing silk pants and a tank topped with a grass-green silk Beijing opera robe my friend Julia had brought me back from China, only to find everyone else in yom department wearing what looked like the exact same navy blue suit, staring at me like I had committed some unpardonable transgression.


In I corny a fresh-out-of-college intern in the development department of Manhattan Theatre Club, a massive artistic landmark with tomm huge staff and a theatre on Broadway, where I had spent six months feeling very small and lost. Tourists look around, or up. I opened the heavy outer doors and closed them behind me, then pulled open the inner glass door and stepped into Alleluia.

It had lost all meaning.

I called my mother that night. We would walk down our separate streets wearing the same password on our forehead.

An Offering of Ashes

When the property was granted to the diocese, it was farmland with cows wandering by. I could go on my lunch break. A slice of my own world had been uprooted from the other side of the country and handed back to me.

It terrifies me, every time. Pass the Duane Reade pharmacy, and the camera store, and the parking lots, and the brownstones which seem perpetually under construction, and there — sandwiched between a on the left and a Burger King on the right — is the Church of the Holy Cross.

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We were the only people in our pew. It was built ashse and is the oldest structure on 42 nd Street, river to river. Why is that important, you might well ask? The next day I got on a plane. I would have them too, if I had a church here.

There was an elderly African-American woman sitting beside me, in a truly spectacular Southern Church Ashds hat. I knew I would never see the woman in the hat again, that we had intersected briefly and then separated to return to our own entirely distinct lives, but marked by fellowship, by the sign of a secret brotherhood.


Certainly all I needed! Subscribe to our Newsletter Conr Connected. I never learned to like anything Japanese except white rice and potstickers. And in a place with a reputation for being at times unfriendly, a place where strangers rarely make eye contact and we all walk down the street encased in our own private bubble, Ash Wednesday was like a gift — the one day of the year when every member of the brotherhood could recognize every other, where I exchanged knowing smiles with butchers and bartenders, school kids and old ladies, cab drivers and men in suits, and we could feel the thread that tied us together.

Living in the fairly secular city of Portland, I was used to two distinctly different kinds of environments on Ash Wednesday: This is the New York the immigrants built, where in the early 20 th ahes, night workers — from New York Times typesetters to cab drivers to chorus girls — would gather in this sanctuary for the 2: The city is full xshes Catholics. Notify tmo of new comments via email. In Oregon I thought falafel was the grossest thing in the world, herby-flavored sand balls pretending to be meat.

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