These guys are a nice mix of something old, something newish, and something in between. Enjoy.
It’s pretty simple why I write: I write to connect. To connect my brain to my heart. Or sometimes just to connect my brain to my brain—writing straightens out my thoughts. Through my words typed out and shared with others, I connect by adding my voice to the stream of human experience. It’s not always important that it’s unique or new but often it’s important for me to be a part of something that only my writing can connect me to.
Writing is a way for me to reach out to others for guidance and a way to respond to those that reach out to me. I’m not sure I could be a part of life in the same way without writing. The connections I gain through writing make me a better person and that is reason enough to keep at it.
My 11-year-old daughter gave me an assignment last week: “write a poem about something you care about,” and it had to be handwritten. After a couple extensions on the deadline (phew), I finally turned it in. I don’t usually write poems with verses that rhyme, but she often does, so I thought I would try a poem in her style. I think I got full credit (even though it was late). And the typed version is below in case, like her, you can’t read my writing.
Perhaps the easiest one
is to go left or to go right
Or maybe to stand up or sit tight
And then there’s going red
or green or brown
Put it right side up
or upside down
And of course you can go slow
or you can go fast
Take it right up to the line
or go past
You can rock or you can roll
You can sleep or stay awake
Keep your eyes wide open
for as much as you can take
You can listen or go deaf
and pretend it’s not there
Choose right or choose wrong
or call the whole thing unfair
There are no strings attached
or someone else writing your part
No one else controls your thoughts
or pumps blood through your heart
We’d like to give credit or
blame others for the view
But in the end it’s a choice
and only you control you.
It’s seems important to have markers—points along the continuum to clearly state something has ended and something has begun. And even though most people seem drawn towards delineations on some level, there’s something about having kids that really pushes the demand for recording the beginnings and the ends.
It starts with birth and quickly becomes first foods, words, and steps. Just as you record one marker another has already passed, and pretty soon you just can’t keep up. But today was a clear marker that’s pretty easy to name but hard to consolidate into a concise description that captures everything that was experienced.
Okay, this doesn’t have anything to do with music, but it’s a flame-throwing guitar. Musicians and geeks alike gotta appreciate.
The last couple days have been more of the same of what we’ve grown accustomed to in America. Gridlock in the government. Two opposing sides, digging their heels into their ideals, stubbornly resisting any inkling of progress. I was almost brought to tears when I saw Rep. John Lewis’s speech before the sit-in—tears of pain and frustration at our inability as a people to make our country safer by implementing at least some restrictions on guns in America.
Yet another gem from NPR’s Tiny Desk Concert series: The Wild Reeds. Folksy surfer-type rock from LA with three women switching off between instruments and lead vocals. Perfect for lazy summer days or late night drives with the windows down.
This rendition is so soulful and haunting that upon first hearing it, I felt as if it conveyed much of the spirit that I can only imagine Cobain & Co. had in mind when they wrote the original. Not many jazz remakes of rock/alternative classics turn out, but Ben Williams absolutely kills this. Enjoy.