hurry, hurry

Is it worth it? Hurrying, to fit more in?

Air Traffic Controller has put out a good rendition of this paradox. I recently stumbled upon this band (I know, I'm not all that cultured) and they've immediately begun to replenish a sort of upbeatness void that's needed filling lately. The funny thing is that their album I've had on repeat (the cleverly named Nordo) came out just after the time things started getting obscured in my life. Wonder if things woulda been diff. if I uncovered the album then? Or maybe the late find allows for more enlightenment?

africa

Don't let the title of this post fool you. This ain't got no fancy update about world travels, nor any intellectual ramblings about injustice or some such. Nah, just a sweet cover of a sweet song. As B puts it, "Two dudes covered Toto’s “Africa” in a Utah pizza parlor and it is amazing."

Enjoy.



~M

lyrical poetry. or poetic lyrics? or something like that.

Life...It just keeps movin' right along.


On another note: Dunno if it's coincidence or if I'm going through some sort of phase, but I've noticed a whole lot of suuupa lyrical music coming out of my speakers lately. Two examples that have been cycling through as of late are Passenger [a Brit] and Frontier Ruckus [very American, but I saw them in Ox just a few weeks ago!]


Passenger's songs are full of plays-on-words (a phrase I hate to pluralize almost as much as passersby), rhymes, and quips much more insightful/philosophical than first meets the eye ear.

Take this snippet from Things That Stop You Dreaming, for example:

the beauty of music

Even in cloudy ol' England, burdened by the lived-up reputation of cold dreariness, live music provides a reason to get out and about. A friend and I made one such venture last weekend, and I could not have been more pleased with the result.

[Okay, that's actually a lie. I would have preferred to come out the experience with at least partial function of my vocal cords, but alas, ya can't win all the time.]

In any case, my recent trip to Birmingham was quite pleasant. I made the journey with a friend on Saturday, tickets in hand and excitement overflowing for that night's Lumineers show. To pass the day, we trekked around the old industrial town, popping in and out of various coffee shops, museums, and vintage shops. We rested our feet for a while at a free "Sax in the City" gig at Symphony Hall, which was lovely, but basically served to get us only more excited for live music a bit above the volunteer-community-band skill level (uhh, no offense?). We even stumbled across some rannnndom street art:

The reason for this intricate mosaik's presence on this Birmingham, UK side street, I know not.

Upon my brother's recommendation, we grabbed some Balti food for dinner. [[Because of the whole colonization thing, Indian food as many people know it was actually developed within UK borders, and Balti dishes apparently developed their popularity in Birmingham. Or something like that.]].

it tasted better than it looks...

With full stomachs and happy hearts, we made our way to the venue.

l.o.v.e.

This, friends, is a video.

It's not what I anticipated when I first looked it up.

I randomly wanted to listen to what has become (thanks to The Little Rascals, of course) one of my favorite songs. So, naturally, I was lazy and looked it up on YouTube instead of looking for it in my iTunes library.

This song (yeah, I'll get around to posting the video eventually, promise) popped up as the first option. I saw a person with some sort of non-guitar stringed instrument doing a cover, and I thought, bleghhh... I hate watching less-than-semi-talented people do covers in front of a camera...Where's the real song?!

Then, naturally, I was lazy (or something?) and decided to watch/listen to it anyway, and I was quite pleasantly surprised.

Sunday Funday

Nothing too exciting going on these days, so, taking inspiration from the blog of The Dardys [[a band that Z and I...er...grew close to(?) in Brooklyn last summer]], I'll conserve what mind juices I have left (not even one month out of school and I feel a bit dumber already) and simply post some muuuuusica to this here blog. It's never a bad thing. Especially when it's a sweet Jarle Bernhoft jig that my newly-24-year-old brother included on the annual Year of Music playlist that he gifted to us this year. Siblings. Gotta love em.



~M

Dum Dum Girls

not entirely sure what this song means, but i love it. [i also won't vouch for the video, nor these girls' outfits...]

Challenge: Can you make a list of your top 10 favorite songs of all time? I tried once. I decided to stop when I reached 37.

i wouldn't be a man...

this song was stuck in my head all day. every time i went to sing the chorus aloud, however, i realized i probably shouldn't. hah.

PS- is this the cheesiest video or what? but i <3 josh turner so it's okay. i forgive him.

WOW. How about "negligent thursdays"?

so...It just hit me that about three weeks ago I made an announcement that I'd be posting every Monday with some wisdom-of-the-week (or reflection from the previous week, or just thoughts to help keep me on track). But even that first week was a day late, so I guess it was a bit of a long shot that I'd keep up with it I'll have to work hard at keeping it up. Call it a lesson in accountability.

So here's a SongOfTheDay, I suppose. It's a cover of "Umbrella" (a song by pop singer Rihanna), but I love it because this guy is just so pumped up for Christ. It's a goofy song, but I SO admire how enthused he is about our savior. Enjoy. (and feel free to skip to ~43 seconds in)