Song of the Day, Day 24. Caitlin Rose: Own Side.
For your weekend malaise, here is Caitlin Rose. She's from Nashville. I've been meaning to see her perform for a few years. I must make this happen before I head for other ventures. This song calls out for a bottle of red wine and a breezy front porch. Too bad, I don't have either of those. In lieu, I'll continue my Arrested Development marathon and save the broodfest for another time.
23 May 2013
Song of the Day, Day 23. Betty Davis: Let's Get Personal
Song of the Day, Day 23. Betty Davis: Let's Get Personal
We should be drinking and dancing and laughing right now. Instead, I'm writing about the time we danced and drank and laughed until the sun came up that one night.
We should be drinking and dancing and laughing right now. Instead, I'm writing about the time we danced and drank and laughed until the sun came up that one night.
22 May 2013
Song of the Day, Day 22. Firehorse: Fool
Song of the Day, Day 22. Firehorse: Fool
This feels good today. This feels right today. I want to listen to it all day long. It reminds me of you, keeping me safe even when I don't deserve it.
This feels good today. This feels right today. I want to listen to it all day long. It reminds me of you, keeping me safe even when I don't deserve it.
21 May 2013
Song of the Day, Day 21. Daughter: Youth.
Song of the Day, Day 21. Daughter: Youth.
We are the reckless. We are the wild youth.
Yeah, okay, some I'm not really allowed to consider myself as part of the "wild youth" anymore, am I? At least I can't really sell my wildness, since I woke up this morning at 5:15am. Regardless, there is something that still compels me about the idea of the wild youth. Maybe it was because I've been there. Maybe it is because I am nostalgic for those times that seemed more carefree and footloose (yeah, like the movie when they throw the confetti up in the air and cut a rug). For some reason, the song reminded me of one of the best compliments I have ever received in my life. One of my oldest friends, Prabir, said to me (after a particularly wild night out on the town when his band played in town), "You have more life in your little pinky finger than most people have in their entire bodies." Now, I could have read this as what it probably really means, that I'm absolutely insane and hysterically weird at times. But I think that what Prabir meant was that I don't tend to do things halfhearted. Nope, I dive in head first to everything. As some of you know, this has not always been so very good for me, but when I listen to a song like this, I can now see all of it as worth the journey. In that, I can remember being paralyzed by that scene in the movie Magnolia when the old dying man says, "Regrets. These fucking regrets." I never wanted to have regrets. And I can honestly say (at least at this point), I don't. I could launch into some sort of diatribe about living life to its fullest and embracing each day. But I won't. Because I might regret it.
Shadows settle on the place, that you left Our minds are troubled by the emptiness Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time From the perfect start to the finish line And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs Setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong The lovers that went wrong We are the reckless We are the wild youth Chasing visions of our futures One day we'll reveal the truth That one will die before he gets there And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones 'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone We're setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home It was a flood that wrecked this And you caused it And you caused it And you caused it Well I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette. A lifeless face that you'll soon forget My eyes are damp from the words you left Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one 'Cause most of us are bitter over someone Setting fire to our insides for fun To distract our hearts from ever missing them But I'm forever missing him And you caused it.
We are the reckless. We are the wild youth.
Yeah, okay, some I'm not really allowed to consider myself as part of the "wild youth" anymore, am I? At least I can't really sell my wildness, since I woke up this morning at 5:15am. Regardless, there is something that still compels me about the idea of the wild youth. Maybe it was because I've been there. Maybe it is because I am nostalgic for those times that seemed more carefree and footloose (yeah, like the movie when they throw the confetti up in the air and cut a rug). For some reason, the song reminded me of one of the best compliments I have ever received in my life. One of my oldest friends, Prabir, said to me (after a particularly wild night out on the town when his band played in town), "You have more life in your little pinky finger than most people have in their entire bodies." Now, I could have read this as what it probably really means, that I'm absolutely insane and hysterically weird at times. But I think that what Prabir meant was that I don't tend to do things halfhearted. Nope, I dive in head first to everything. As some of you know, this has not always been so very good for me, but when I listen to a song like this, I can now see all of it as worth the journey. In that, I can remember being paralyzed by that scene in the movie Magnolia when the old dying man says, "Regrets. These fucking regrets." I never wanted to have regrets. And I can honestly say (at least at this point), I don't. I could launch into some sort of diatribe about living life to its fullest and embracing each day. But I won't. Because I might regret it.
Shadows settle on the place, that you left Our minds are troubled by the emptiness Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time From the perfect start to the finish line And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones 'Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs Setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong The lovers that went wrong We are the reckless We are the wild youth Chasing visions of our futures One day we'll reveal the truth That one will die before he gets there And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones 'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone We're setting fire to our insides for fun Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked our home It was a flood that wrecked this And you caused it And you caused it And you caused it Well I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette. A lifeless face that you'll soon forget My eyes are damp from the words you left Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one 'Cause most of us are bitter over someone Setting fire to our insides for fun To distract our hearts from ever missing them But I'm forever missing him And you caused it.
20 May 2013
Song of the Day, Day 20. Fiona Apple: Paper Bag
Song of the Day, Day 20. Fiona Apple: Paper Bag
I listened to this album again for the first time in a few months. I forgot how much I loved this album when it came out. I can safely say it holds up. I still love it. It reminds me of last summer. It reminds of desperate measures. It reminds me of my dear friend Erin taking me to the show and how I ended up at Cowboy Kewl afterwards. I remember how this song in particular reminds me of how little and how much things have changed in the course of a year.
I listened to this album again for the first time in a few months. I forgot how much I loved this album when it came out. I can safely say it holds up. I still love it. It reminds me of last summer. It reminds of desperate measures. It reminds me of my dear friend Erin taking me to the show and how I ended up at Cowboy Kewl afterwards. I remember how this song in particular reminds me of how little and how much things have changed in the course of a year.
19 May 2013
Song of the Day, Day 19. The Smiths: This Charming Man
Song of the Day, Day 19. The Smiths: This Charming Man
Because I feel like dancing today....
Because I feel like dancing today....
18 May 2013
Song(s) of the Day, Day 18. The Savages: City's Full
Song(s) of the Day, Day 18. The Savages: City's Full
I've listened to The Savages a few times in the last week. I'm still on the fence. Sometimes it annoys me. Sometimes I like it. I always find myself annoyed by post-anything these days. Hmm, I suppose I feel that way about most things in my life, so I shouldn't be surprised. Regardless, this morning, I liked it. So there you have it. I also could watch the drummer for hours.
Enjoy.
I've listened to The Savages a few times in the last week. I'm still on the fence. Sometimes it annoys me. Sometimes I like it. I always find myself annoyed by post-anything these days. Hmm, I suppose I feel that way about most things in my life, so I shouldn't be surprised. Regardless, this morning, I liked it. So there you have it. I also could watch the drummer for hours.
Enjoy.
17 May 2013
Song of the Day, Day17. The National: Don't Swallow the Cap
Song of the Day, Day 17. The National: Don't Swallow the Cap
I'm in love with this new album. I saw The National with my good friends, Carlos and Art, in October of 2010 for the first time. It was absolutely tremendous. I've continued to fall in love with their music in the past three years. However, when I found out they were playing in Nashville at the Ryman again, I chose not to purchase a ticket. However, after streaming this album for the past few days...I have changed my mind. I will now be seeing The National again in the fall of 2013. I can hardly wait.
I remember someone telling me that The National pairs perfectly with rainy days. Today, it has rained all day...and so this perfectly accompanied the cloudy skies.
"Everything I love is on the table, Everything I love is out to sea...I have only two emotions, careful fear and dead devotion. I can't get the balance right. Throw my marbles in the fight..."
13 May 2013
Song of the Day, Day 13. Andrew Bird- Night Sky
Song of the Day, Day 13. Andrew Bird- Night Sky.
Yeah, that's all I have for you today.
Sound is a wave, like a wave on the ocean
Moon plays the ocean like a violin
Pushing and pulling from shore to shore
Biggest melody you never heard before
If I were the night sky, if I were the night sky
Here’s my lullaby
Lullaby to leave by If I were the night
What if we hadn’t been born at the same time?
What if you’re seventy-five and I were nine?
Would I come visit you?
Bring you cookies in an old folks home?
Would you be there alone?
And when the late summer lightning
Fires off in your arms
Will I remember to breathe?
No, I never will, no
And the fire could convince you that I mean you no harm
Just wanna show you how not to need
What if I was the night sky?
Here’s my lullaby
Lullaby to leave by if I were the night
What if we hadn’t been each other at the same time?
Would you tell me all the stories from when you were young and in your prime?
Would I rock you to sleep?
Would you tell me all the secrets you don’t need to keep?
Would I still miss you?
Oh, would you then have been mine?
Sound is a wave, like a wave on the ocean
Moon plays the ocean like a violin
Pushing and pulling from shore to shore
Biggest melody you never heard before
If I were the night sky, here's my lullaby
Lullaby to leave by, if I were the night
Yeah, that's all I have for you today.
Sound is a wave, like a wave on the ocean
Moon plays the ocean like a violin
Pushing and pulling from shore to shore
Biggest melody you never heard before
If I were the night sky, if I were the night sky
Here’s my lullaby
Lullaby to leave by If I were the night
What if we hadn’t been born at the same time?
What if you’re seventy-five and I were nine?
Would I come visit you?
Bring you cookies in an old folks home?
Would you be there alone?
And when the late summer lightning
Fires off in your arms
Will I remember to breathe?
No, I never will, no
And the fire could convince you that I mean you no harm
Just wanna show you how not to need
What if I was the night sky?
Here’s my lullaby
Lullaby to leave by if I were the night
What if we hadn’t been each other at the same time?
Would you tell me all the stories from when you were young and in your prime?
Would I rock you to sleep?
Would you tell me all the secrets you don’t need to keep?
Would I still miss you?
Oh, would you then have been mine?
Sound is a wave, like a wave on the ocean
Moon plays the ocean like a violin
Pushing and pulling from shore to shore
Biggest melody you never heard before
If I were the night sky, here's my lullaby
Lullaby to leave by, if I were the night
12 May 2013
Song of the Day, Day 12: Ferraby Lionheart: Yellow Wings
Song of the Day, Day 12: Ferraby Lionheart: Yellow Wings
For Mother's Day. All my love to my mama and my grandmama. Today, one year ago, was the last day I saw my grandmama. It still feels like yesterday that I put my arms around her and kissed her on the cheek. I remember stopping before walking out the door to look back at her. Despite how much it hurt, I knew (and I think she knew too), it would be the last time we would see each other. As the tears streamed down my face, I said, "I love you" to her and quickly turned away and left the hospital.
Here's to you, my mama and my grandmama, the most wonderful women I have ever known.
For Mother's Day. All my love to my mama and my grandmama. Today, one year ago, was the last day I saw my grandmama. It still feels like yesterday that I put my arms around her and kissed her on the cheek. I remember stopping before walking out the door to look back at her. Despite how much it hurt, I knew (and I think she knew too), it would be the last time we would see each other. As the tears streamed down my face, I said, "I love you" to her and quickly turned away and left the hospital.
Here's to you, my mama and my grandmama, the most wonderful women I have ever known.
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