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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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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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Makers of Music Mondays: Widower-Live

This morning, earlier than usual, I watched a live radio station performance on Seattle’s KEXP. It was of a band called Widower who seem relatively unknown (at least no lyrics were available on el google, nor was there an official website) and maybe at first the (seemingly bland) singing style not so special. However, the first song got me, and my first impression quickly changed. The words and basic imagery in certain moments nudged my consciousnesses softly. Told in a distant but no less powerful way, the song is like a dream you want to remember, but when you remember you want to forget…but can’t seem to. It was like a friend trying to remain unfazed in gently describing a significant/painful life experience.¬† Their attempt at nonchalance is unsuccessful however; when the lovely harmonizing¬† joins in, distinct and vaguely haunting; it makes you feel. You can relate to the hopelessness and desire to escape the reality of an endless emotional night. Scruffily honest, these could be people you know.

“I was tattered and torn
but that doesn’t matter anymore…
and I still hang on by thread

all these thoughts that go through my head…
and in the dead of night
in a bed with no sleep in sight
I surrender to the memory of you
and drink instead.”

This is all a little over-dramatized, but after listening I wanted to share this song in a personal way, and in a specific place for to those who appreciate the kind of beauty I do might seek out. I’ve been seriously thinking for some time about creating a special spot where I can record and share tender, reminiscent, enlightening, or just plain groovy thoughts or finds. I’ve been putting it off for so long; and, as I realized today was in fact Monday (though not much is left of it now), the day to alliterate “makers” and “music” (from a poem I will post in the near future) it is the day to therefore begin. As this goal is henceforth accomplished, there is just a bit less of the many more miles I have to go, though I may never really “sleep.”

Much love to you,

Rai

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