"When I Sing" Releases To Christian Radio Across The U.S.
We are pleased to share that the title song on our new recording "When I Sing" has been released as a single to Christian radio across the country. This song is on the new Vertical Sky compilation disc. Call your local radio station and request this song today!
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NOW AVAILABLE New Milby Family CD "When I Sing"
We are happy to make available our newest recording, "When I Sing" for you! Just go to the home page and click on the tab in the bottom right.
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Music Tracking for New Record

On January 26th, we traveled down to Brentwood, TN and cut the tracks for our new record. Here we are in the studio with the musicians & our producer. Seated is our producer, Donna Beauvais. Standing, from left, is Jason Webb (piano, B3 organ, accordion), studio owner & engineer Steve Dady, Brooke, Steve Brewster (drums & tambourine), Grace, Mark Hill (bass guitar), Tess, and Dave Cleveland (guitar). Not pictured is Tracey Phillips, who also played piano. We are thankful for these great musicians' work on our project. Can't wait for you to hear it!
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New Recording In The Works
Hey, everybody! Hope you had a great Christmas with your family. We had a white Christmas here in Kentucky for the first time in several years, so that was special. Just having everyone in good health and safe & warm here in our home was a blessing to us!
I wanted to share with you that we have begun the arranging phase for a new recording, and we are very excited about that! We will be in the studio cutting music tracks in January, then vocals in February. We are hoping to have CDs in hand in the March-April time frame. This recording will contain a lot of songs that will be new to you. A focal point of the record will be the inclusion of some of today's finest convention-style songs, along with some original songs that Tess and I have written. We also hope to have a gospel standard or two on there that you will know.
We have talked about & prayed about this record for months and feel that God's timing is now for making it, so I trust that it will be a blessing to you. Please remember us in prayer as we go through all the steps to completing this exciting & important journey in our singing ministry. Thank you for your support, and we love each one of you!
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Cardboard Boxes Aren't Allowed In Heaven
Saturday, November 01, 2008 When I was a young chap attending college at Western Kentucky University, every autumn I would move all my stuff from our house near Buffalo to campus for the year. This move would include nearly all my earthly possessions. I easily could get them all in the bed of my Dad's pickup truck. Once I arrived in Bowling Green where the campus was located, in 20 or 30 minutes I could get every item unloaded into the apartment I shared with some friends.
Fast forward to 2008. Now I'm married with children. All girls. Guess how many loads it takes me to move now?Let's just say that a 53-foot trailer that attaches to a semi would not hold all our stuff. Thank God for cardboard boxes. Thank God for friends with strong backs who love us.
Although I consider myself to be a very sentimental person, I can be incredibly cold and indifferent when it comes to packing the kids' stuffed animals from when they were little or what-nots from an estate auction that I thought might sell on eBay.
"Toss it" are my two favorite words when it comes to these pivotal decisions.
Nevertheless, many, many unimportant, insignficant, useless and meaningless things made the cut and landed in cardboard boxes, which ultimately landed in our basement at our new residence. Now they will sit untouched, unbothered and unappreciated for the next year, 5 years, 20 years, whatever until we decide to move again. At that juncture, we likely will pull them out of the boxes, look at them, decide that we cannot part with them, and re-pack them back into the same box to be carted off to the next place to sit in another basement until we move again, if we ever do.
Aren't you glad, as the old saying goes,"you can't take it with you when you die"?I am. I'm happy that when God saved me He promised me a home in Heaven, but He didn't say anything about my stuff. My stuff's gotta stay here. Praise God, when he comes to get me, all the cardboard boxes will still be in the basement. I'll be moving off to a much nicer location.... a great neighborhood..... and I'll be traveling light.
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Mastering Stage Fright
Mastering stage fright is the first major hurdle if you're ever going to be a singer or play an instrument on a platform. Stage fright is very real, and hinders many people from doing great things for the Lord. It grips some folks so strongly they simply cannotstand before a crowd and speak or perform. When I was younger, I experienced stage fright in a very real way, and, with the help of God, overcame it for the most part.
I began taking piano lessons in the 2nd grade. Back in the early 1970s, when I was in 2nd grade, taking piano lessons was not as common for a boy as it is today. I took a lot of kidding from my male friends aboutit. But I hung in there for three years. After the first year or so,my teacherdecided to hold a recital at a local school where all her students would perform.
My Mom dressed me up in a little blue suitand drove me down to the school to perform. Oh, man, I was a nervous wreck. I had practiced and practiced this little classicalpiece so much that I could play it in my sleep, but I was terrified of the crowd and of the idea of playing on a stage. As fortune would have it, I was to play late in the program, which gave me plenty of time to sweat it out and think about it. Waiting so late in the recital was like calling two consecutive timeouts in basketball to give the freethrow shooter time to think about his shot.. By the time they called my name to come up and play, I was trying to hold it together on the outside, but inside I was torn all to pieces after having ample time to consider the myriad of possibilities.
Something happened to me that night that has occurredmany times over the years. I sat down on the bench and totally blanked out about the song....I could remember how to start the thing, but knew I was sunk after the first few notes. So I sat down and began playing. But then something marvellousoccurred; as I played, each upcoming segment of the song materialized through the end of my fingers, and I made it through the whole song. I remember the unbelievable feeling of relief when I returned to my seat. But man, that stage fright leading up to the performance was pure murder.
I remember when I first began playing publicly in church on a regular basis. I was probably 14 or so. My Dad, the great man of God, Handley Milby,would preach a sermon then call on meto back him up on thepiano while he sang after his message. I wasnervous, but I made it through each time, and these experiences weren't anywhere near as traumatic as the recital had been. After several years of playing for my Dad, I began to get comfortable in that role.
Looking back, it's amazinghow God incrementally brought me along and taught me as Igot older. When I started dating Kathy, we went to a small country church, and one particular family group would come up to sing during the service quite often. They usually asked me to play the piano for them. A lot of the time, I would not have ever heard the song they would want to sing. They'd say, "Just find the key and play along". This was both terrifying and wonderful all at the same time. It was a valuable learning experience. It seems like the song would always be in F sharp or B or E or another of those keys piano players do not like to play in. One of them would begin singing, then I would fumble around and find the proper key and try to hear the melody of the song. I was forced by the situation to determine where they were going next with the tune and find the proper rhythm.
So by the time our family began singing in church, I was very much at ease (most of the time) playing piano live in front of a crowd of about any size. The one thing I wasnot at ease about was speaking publicly in front of a crowd. I remember when our family really began to get busy singing in the autumn of 2005... I was distraught over having to talk from the platform. I did the only thing I knew to do about it, and that was to bring my concerns before God through prayer. I asked Him to help me with the stage fright I was dealing with. I was at the point where I would dread going out to sing because of the trauma of speaking in front of a crowd.
Almost immediately after I prayed about it, God began to give me peace and comfort in speaking to crowds of people. It was a supernatural thing. Suddenly I was at ease as I spoke about our music and our family and the Lord in front of a crowd. I no longer dreaded going to sing because of a fear of man.
For some reason, I have felt inclined to share these experiences with you. Maybe someone out there is dealing with the fear of standing in front of a crowd speaking or playing. Maybe you're not even involved in gospel music, but you have to perform or speak to a crowd of people andare burdened by the weights of stage fright. These fears are real, but I can promise you that they can be overcome through Jesus, just like any other problem that you or I face.
I still get what I'd call butterflies at times just before we go up to sing and share with folks, but that's really about all it amounts to nowadays. Usually after five minutes on the platform Iam very much at ease and very much resting in the assurance that we are doing what God hasordained us to do. I want to encourage those of you who struggle with this issue that there two ways I have dealt withstage fright. First, if your fear is of speaking, speak every chance you get; if it's singing, sing as often as you can. The repetition of doing it over and over ultimately will begin to wipe out those fears. Secondly, and most importantly, talk to God about it and He will remove your anxiety and increase your skill if it is His will.
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The Songwriter's Nighttime Dilemma
You're a songwriter. It's 3 am. You're barely awake, but you've got a great idea for a song. Either in a dream or in that fleeting moment of awake-ness you've been given a gem of an idea from Heaven's land. The bed is very warm. You could go back to sleep easily, and you're sure that you could remember that great line in the morning and also the melody that keepsrunning through your head. So what do you do, go back to sleep?No!You get those feet on the floor and go to the living room and turn on the light. Get a paper and pen. Write down what you've got in your head as fast as you can, before it floats away. Hope and pray that more lines and more melody enter your head while you sit ready,pen in hand.
More times than I want to admit, I've gone back to sleep. The enticement of rest is strong in these night hours while theother family members slumber. Satan's craftiness enters the picture at this point...."You've got to get up early.....you worked late last night....you'll remember it in the morning....it's not that great an idea", etc. If you don't put those feet on the floor, you're going to miss a blessing, and possibly miss being used by God to help untold others who would have heard your song. The next morning, the idea is usually gone, or else altered by the muddiness of many dreams and thoughts that have permeated your mind since the inspiration for the song electrified you in the night. Every person who has written songs for very long has had this same scenario happen to him or her.
Sometimes,even if you're a songwriter, you've got to work 3rd shift to get the jobdone. Jesus said in Matthew Chapter 6,"thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly."In the secret, nighttime hours,it seems the whole world is asleep andcertainly nobody is asking you for a song. When even being awake and vertical in the middle of the night seems rather bizarre, He is watching and aiding in that quiet, secret time. In the light of day, in the light of some day very soon, He will reward you openly.
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Is God At The Center Of Your Life?
Life is busy for all of us these days. Do you remember when you were a kid and summers lasted forever?My sister and I used to stare up at the clouds and see trains and people and cars in our imaginations. We had plenty of time. I can remember autumn afternoons when I was four years old and my older sister had started school. I vividly recall sitting on my tricyle waiting for my sister to get home on the school bus. It was an eternity!The wide expanse between the time she left for school and when she returned was excruciating for me, and I couldn't wait until she got home and told me all the adventures from her dayout in the real world of first grade.
As I got older and entered grade school, junior high and then high school, time becameshorter (seemingly), but there was still plenty of it to get all the things I needed done. I ran around with my friends, played basketball, read books, and sometimes listened to music while I lay across my bed and did nothing in particular.
Now if you fast forward to today, I find myself jumping out of bed in the morning, taking a quick shower, grabbing a cup of coffee and breakfast as I rush out the door. I typically eat breakfast on the way to work. After working a public job, I come home where there is always some task that needs doing. If I just sit and read the newspaper and chat with my family, before I realize what has happened, it's bedtime. Whereis all the time anymore?
Well, the truth of the matter is that there's just as much time now as there was when I was sitting on that tricycle wishing time would hurry up and pass. However, with grown up responsibilites and obligations, we gobble up all the time in the day....or we allow others to map out our time for us. The real question in the life of a Christian is "Do we make enough time in our life for Jesus Christ?" or an even better question:"Is God's imprintso strong in the details of our lifethat all others around us can see Him through us?". The real pondering point here is whether Jesus is at the center of everything we do...
This issue of time is paramount in how big His imprint is on my life, and on yours. Do I make the time to read the Bible?Do I make the time to pray?Do I make it a point to mention Himin casual conversations with the people I know or only just met today?These questions, my friends, are the important ones. I'm so often reminded of thepassages in the Biblethat say we were made to glorify Him and to bring pleasure to Him. That's it. That's why we are here. I challengeyou to look into your own heartand ask yourself "How am I doing?"
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