Category Archives: Tunes

I Wasn’t Thinking About Thinking, Just About Getting Old

Have you ever awoke with a song already echoing in your mind? Maybe it was the soundtrack to your dream or the representation of your subconscious thought?

I have before; this morning was no different. The song was this.

On November 3rd, the eve of my twentieth year, the band Dr. Dog will be in Asheville, North Carolina, finishing out the set I never witnessed complete when I saw them in September.  (Due to “weather conditions” their performance was cut short, will I ever get over it?) A few days after they depart NC, moving on to play to more folks and maybe fulfill a young girl’s dream in seeing them, I will follow in their wake. I will then continue 18 months in North Carolina and surrounding areas without them and all other secular music.

However, the thought of them paving my way is comforting, and I know I will be alright.

In the Morning Time

I’m thinking there’s some quote floating around about things making more sense in the morning, (is it Disney’s Jungle Book?!) Something about those sweet, fresh, clear, first hours of the day that really brings clarity I think. Some of the most incredible and peaceful moments I’ve yet to have have been on the road, as the sun rose, and I traveled to a location I had not yet ever been.

And, though I may find these words folly, come morning, this song is one that has haunted me all day; morning onward. I had failed my driver’s license test that I waited about four years for, and the white of the first day of snow melted with my hopes.
However, there are so many more mornings, and sun rises, snow falls, and HOPE, to come in the (I daresay), quite near future. I plan to meet these head-on…

in the morning.

Makers of Music Monday: Papa

Today’s Monday. It’s been awhile. Dad’s day is some holiday next, and soon enough. So here ya are. Papa.

I saw them live once, and though they were the opening-openers, I thought them best.

Full single comes out June 25. Sorry to be a tease.

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Sounds of Saturday: Leonard Cohen-Live

This song recently has come into the spotlight because of Lana Del Rey’s cover, and I thought I would address this legend of a man’s legendary tune…well, one line at least.

“We are ugly but we have the music”
-Leonard Cohen

We as human beings are imperfect, we make a myriad of wrong choices, we feel so many emotions throughout our experiences…one of them being pain.  It’s possibly what defines us as mortal beings.  In my short years I’ve come to know this, ( and probably you know this too).

This pain is something that connects us in a way; we all have times that we waver, and wander, and wonder. (Would you agree?) But we all also have the potential to have “the music” that Cohen talks (sings) of.

There is that beauty that carries us through it all, whether it be it be knowledge; of God, or nature, of miracles etc. or the presence of actual melodies; those that float blissfully through our heads and make us smile, or those comfort us in their identifiable heartbroken-ness.

May you find the music in your life, as I hope to. That beauty, wherever it presents itself, that makes those moments in which we partake so very precious.

Makers of Music Mondays: Keaton Henson-Live

Last February, a year ago, on a whim (well because I can count on Youtube’s Mahogany Sessions never to fail in the presenting of lovely musical artists) I watched this (almost unbearably) heart-wrenching  song. I feel like the term “song” though, misrepresents. It was something quite deep for me. Sung by (and again, “sung” seems to undermine the reality of his distinct vocal quality) the exquisitely candid, (though very much to himself) Keaton Henson, the performance struck me, and I was enraptured. Unexpected tears fell down my face at the phrase “I’m truly alone…and I like it.” Whoa. Suddenly I am reminded of the quote of Charlie’s (I JUST REALIZED HE HAS NO LAST NAME!) of Perks of Being a Wallflower fame, “we accept the love we think we deserve.”

How profoundly sad.

If you must weep, do it right here in my bed as I sleep…

If you must speak, speak every word as if it were unique.

Much love and good night,

Rai

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