Song of the Day, Day 31 (Last Day!). Josh Ritter: To the Dogs or Whoever
For the last day of "Song of the Day" for May, I leave you with this one by Josh Ritter. It was about this time last year, you put it on a mix for me. We counted down the days. Three more, then seventeen. And you changed the way I thought about June, despite the weight of the loss I experienced. In the haze of those heartbreaking days, one evening, we opened the front door, put the chairs outside, cranked up this song, cooked dinner, and laughed until we couldn't any longer. This song will always be you and those seventeen days of June.
29 May 2013
Song of the Day, Day 29. ABBA: Take A Chance On Me
Song of the Day, Day 29. ABBA: Take A Chance On Me
Don't ask, but when I walked the 45 minutes to my hair appointment today, I listened to nothing but ABBA....and it made me very, very happy.
Don't ask, but when I walked the 45 minutes to my hair appointment today, I listened to nothing but ABBA....and it made me very, very happy.
26 May 2013
Song of the Day, Day 26. Angel Olsen: If It's Alive, It Will
Song of the Day, Day 26. Angel Olsen: If It's Alive, It Will
"I've learned quite a few things since then..."
Indeed. I woke up out of sorts today. I looked at the calendar and it all made sense. Hard to believe that two years have passed. In some ways, I'm still picking up the pieces. In other ways, I hardly even think of you. Mostly, I like to remember us, like scenes from a poorly written mumblecore film, dancing in the living room, trying not to sink into the floor.
"I've learned quite a few things since then..."
Indeed. I woke up out of sorts today. I looked at the calendar and it all made sense. Hard to believe that two years have passed. In some ways, I'm still picking up the pieces. In other ways, I hardly even think of you. Mostly, I like to remember us, like scenes from a poorly written mumblecore film, dancing in the living room, trying not to sink into the floor.
24 May 2013
Song of the Day, Day 24. Caitlin Rose: Own Side.
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.
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....
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