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Pride is a funny feeling.  At times, it can be an almost overwhelming presence casting an enormous shadow and causing a lump in the throat.  Other times, it is more subtle, that rosy glow on a smiling cheek.  Or, as it is for me in this moment, a flash of joyful tears.

The source of my joyful tears is the fantastic music of a former student from my ever so brief period of teaching high school English.  It was a rather unfortunate beginning for me and Daniel, actually.  I came in two weeks after the school year started to help with overcrowding, and though I was excited and academically quite prepared, I never anticipated the hard feelings being uprooted from other classes would stir up in my students.   Daniel was among the worst instigators, making it very plain that my presence was not welcome.  Fortunately for both of us, I turned out to be something unexpected and likable and was forgiven in time, even praised by my big hearted students, and again, Daniel led the pack.

So when he found me on Facebook recently, I gladly accepted his offer of friendship.  What I didn’t expect was the music.  Though Daniel sang in the choir at school, and was quite good, I might add, I could never have fathomed that this sweet and oftentimes goofy (we have that in common, to be sure) boy (ahem, man, Ms. Sohn – he’s in his twenties!) would have such great lyrics and music to share.  Seriously, the more I listen, the more I like it, and not just because it is his.  I am not that kind of person.  It is marvelously layered and just the kind of music I enjoy – with a little of this and a little of that to make a fine package.

What’s more is Daniel’s fearless nature about his music.  He is out THERE, promoting, recording, packaging, selling and generally believing in himself.  I am just so proud of him and truly believe that with his passion, talent, and smarts, he’s headed for the stars!  But you don’t have to take my word for it – give his music a listen (please buy some, too, I did!) and remember the name Daniel Van Dyk.

Oh, and Daniel, let’s get a picture together sometime soon – the ferris wheel, while not at all shabby, is a poor substitute.

It all started with a new pair of shoes on an impossibly beautiful day…

“Addicted” – Amy Winehouse

“My Adidas” – Run D.M.C.

“Adios” – Glenn Miller

“Adriatic” – Lanterna

“Advent” – Dead Can Dance

“Ain’t Talking ‘Bout Love” – Van Halen (always make me think of Steve White -  hi friend!)

“Airbag” – Radiohead

“Alabama Song” – The Doors (must have whiskey – oh you know why!)

“Alberta” – Eric Clapton

“Alive & Kicking” – Simple Minds

“All Along the Watchtower” – Jimi Hendrix

“All Apologies” – Nirvana

“All Blues” – Miles Davis

“Allegria” – Gipsy Kings

“All My Life” – Echo and the Bunnymen

“All the Thing’s You Are” – Ella Fitzgerald

“America” – Simon & Garfunkel

“Amor Em Paz” – Antonio Carlos Jobim (I’ll bet Don Draper liked this…)

“Amoreena” – Elton John

“Antarctica Echoes” – Vangelis (Yes, I do know how cheesy I am)

“Any Colour You Like” – Pink Floyd

“April in Paris” – Thelonius Monk

“As Heaven is Wide” – Garbage

“Atomium” – Autour de Lucie

“Autosuggestion” – Joy Division (lose some sleep and say you tried)

“Azalea” – Louis Armstrong

It’s been so rainy and chilly here in Stumptown these past few weeks, with only stolen bits of sunshine and warmth.  It feels like winter, and I look a bit like Bob on this album cover, my absolute favorite of his.  I am bundled up and, perhaps, a bit weary, stern, and blurry.  But warmth will soon be at hand in these parts, I’m sure.

As I am no scholar of music, and I know of the importance of this album (considered one of the greatest of all time), I won’t pretend to know something special about it, save what it arouses in me.  I love the layered lyrics and the sense of wonder and pleasure I feel at the listening.  Is he cruel or kind, dreamy or rooted – probably all of these, for aren’t we all?  The man is thoughtful and gifted (I certainly envy his mad writing skills sometimes) and wickedly clever.  If you don’t already know them, read the lyrics to “Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again”  or “Visions of Johanna” and you’ll see what I mean.  Good stuff!

As well, I’ll be taking a break from the blog next week.  See you on the 19th or thereabouts.  Take care my friends!

The hubster and I went on a bit of an MP3 bender this past weekend, buying a wide range of songs, including the awesome “Empire State of Mind” with Jay-Z and Alicia Keys.  That tune really gets me going, so full of hope, possibility, and power!  It got a lot of play around the house, though not nearly as much as this bunch.  America – the ultimate seventies band.  We’ve had “A Horse With No Name” for a while, but yearned for some of their other greats, so here’s the new play list:

“Ventura Highway”

“Tin Man”

“Sister Golden Hair”

“Riverside”

“Sandman”

“A Horse With No Name”

This music has always possessed a certain magical quality for me.  It is as if, through the listening, I see the world through a slightly blurry Super 8.  It is a warm summer day, and I am ageless and dancing, arms extended, with the sun in my eyes.  The colors are washed out and my hair, wild and twirling, is like laughter and abundant joy.

Have a fantastic weekend!

Gosh, do I ever love this train wreck, though not the actual train wreck part.  I wince whenever I hear her name in the news.  Bless her heart, I sure hope she works out the myriad issues she’s got going on in her very young life because, man, oh man, can she sing!  At once tender and sweet, yet old and wise, too.  I guess that’s what makes it Rhythm & Blues.  Sometimes I play Back to Black on a loop, singing and dancing and dreaming of bouffant hair and thick eyeliner.  As a matter of fact, I think I’ll do that right now.  It’s pretty fine.

There’s been a lot of dying happening in the world lately, earth quake victims in Haiti, avalanche victims in Afghanistan, and on a more personal level, a dear, sweet neighbor and a kindly mother-in-law (my cousin Allie’s).  When someone dies, particularly someone I have known personally, it always creates a flood of memories of  other endings, not necessarily passings into the great hereafter, but of broken friendships and hearts, dreams and hopes dashed, too.

In the past, I would suffer these rushes of memory like one would an awful interloper, with little degree of kindness or patience.  I do not want to feel melancholy, for it is not the desired state, happiness, always happiness!  However, now, I have come to a new place about grief and memory, or any feeling really.  It arises naturally and will pass, too.  There is no need to fret and even a possibility of enjoyment.

Like thinking of the first person I remember dying, my Great Grandpa Briggs.  He was a silent one, so much so that I scarcely have a memory of him speaking, but I do remember his mischievous smile, his cigar smoking, and the fact that he walked me to the Western Motor Lodge near his home to buy me candy.  Or my Great Aunt Mary, there’s so much I remember about her: a kind voice, boundless generosity, the deepest faith I have ever known, mad crochet skills, the papery softness of her hands, and her beautiful penmanship.  Though I feel a little misty thinking about the two of them, these memories are small gifts of their continued presence in my life.

With all of this in mind, I crafted a playlist, one perfectly suited for honoring my time with grief, like curiously watching a stream from on high, the ebb, flow, and rush.  It is long, but not overly so, with a bit of sunshine at the end.

Nico – “These Days”

Neil Young – “The Old Laughing Lady”

My Morning Jacket – “Knot Comes Loose”

U2 – “Scarlet”

Sting – “Fragile”

Sinead O’Connor – “I am Stretched on Your Grave”

The Rolling Stones – “As Tears Go By”

Philip Aaberg – “Cinema Paradiso”

Peter Gabriel – “I Grieve”

Nina Simone – “I Loves You, Porgy”

Willie Nelson – “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain”

Feist – “The Limit to Your Love”

Eurythmics – “This City Never Sleeps”

Elvis – “Love Me Tender”

Elton John – “Goodbye”

The Dream Academy – “Life in a Northern Town”

Crosby, Stills, and Nash – “Helplessly Hoping”

The Counting Crows – “Sullivan Street”

Coldplay – “Sparks”

Bombay Dub Orchestra – “Sonata”

Bob Dylan – “Tomorrow is a Long Time”

Bjork – “Come to Me”

Bill Withers – “Ain’t No Sunshine”

The Beatles – “Blackbird”

Amy Winehouse – “Love is a Losing Game”

Tom Waits – “San Diego Serenade”

Tori Amos – “China”

Genesis – “It’s Gonna Get Better”

Shawn Colvin – “Ricochet in Time”

The Talking Heads – “This Must Be the Place”

The Who – “Love Reign O’er Me”

Okay, so it’s another cubic zirconia day, but I am noticing is is kind of pretty and definitely sparkly under our moisture laden Portland sky, which is certainly progress.  I spent a lot of time in bed this morning, thinking about ways that I sabotage myself with old, underlying beliefs that are not in the least bit based in reality.  It was a good exercise, making me both laugh and cry at the ways I look at the ebb and flow that is my life: loving, loathing, embracing, and condemning.  As well, I followed this mental work with a bit of physical exercise, too, getting sweaty on the rowing machine in the basement.  Like I quoted Isak Dinesen in a previous post – “The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears, or the sea.”  I definitely got the first two.  Yessiree.

Maybe I’ll make an addendum to her quotation to add Ella and Louis to the salt water, for boy do they ever make it an exquisite glass of thirty-year-old port, one to be savored over the whole of the evening.  Delicious!  Never have I been in such a state of lowness that I couldn’t be cajoled into smiling, dancing, singing, and crying a few tears upon hearing their lovely voices.  Not sad tears, mind you, only the oh my gosh are these people talented variety.  Simply put, my admiration for each is heightened when they sing (they were pretty neat to begin with), especially together.  Every note and phrase fine.  Lightning in a bottle – medicinal, magical.  Get it here!

I’ve been listening to this for about a week now, getting into a steady groove of cool breezes, sweaters, socks, and soup.  Sounds like fall, indeed.

“J’ai Deux Amours” – Madeleine Payroux – I sing along and feel dreamy-fancy.

“Little Star” – Madonna

“Tear in Your Hand” – Tori Amos

“Duke’s Place” – Louis Armstrong and Duke Ellington – a toe-tappin’ happy song.

“Typical Situation” – Dave Matthews Band – a rather atypical band for me with a song I quite like.

“The Man Who Loved Beer” – David Byrne – like riding waves.

“Honkey Tonkin’” – Hank Williams – another happy toe-tapper.

“I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got” – Sinead O’Connor – more dreamy-fancy singing.

“(Night time is) The Right Time” – Ray Charles – ooh la la, did Ray know how to do it!

“Can’t You Hear Me Knockin’” – The Rolling Stones – the jam at the end makes me weep.

“Everybody’s Jumpin’” – Dave Brubek Quartet

“Fire and Rain” – James Taylor – more weeping for friends I never thought I’d lose.

“Down to the Wire” – Neil Young

“Sway” – Dean Martin – his voice makes me feel like I’m draped in velvet, a theme for me, as of late.

“Suite Bergamesque I: Prelude Moderato” – Debussy, played by Gieseking

“Please Call Me, Baby” – Tom Waites

“October” – U2

“Mule Skinner Blues (Blue Yodel #8)” – Dolly Parton – oh, the power of Dolly: I cry, I dance, I laugh.

“Which Will” – Nick Drake

“Bodysnatchers” – Radiohead – always dancing in the end.  That’s me.

I want to swim in that pool, under the clear skies of summer, drunk on my own love for the water, life, and music, in particular, these songs.  Welcome to my summer play list.   There is no variety in the artists, just the albums and their varying degrees of dreaminess, twang, and rock, but that suits me just fine.

The Tennessee Fire

“By My Car”

“The Dark”

“If All Else Fails”

Z

“Knot Comes Loose”

“Gideon”

“It Beats 4 U”

It Still Moves

“Golden”

“Mahgeetah”

At Dawn

“I Needed It Most”

“If It Smashes Down”

“Bermuda Highway”

“Hopefully”

“The Way That He Sings”

Holy smokes!  Is it Friday already?  Where did the week go, anyway?  I hope the weekend holds something special in store for you.  We’ve got big plans to fix the toilet.  Yep, I said the toilet.  I bought a new seat and the wax ring is starting to leak.  Please cross your fingers that it seals on the first get-go because moving a toilet is no fun – heavy and awkward.  At least we’ve got good music to listen to while were working, however, as I’ve deemed the weekend a Pink Martini.

Pink Martini is the sound of brass, the thrumming of strings, drumming of drums, tinkling of ivory, and a delightful voice that makes me so very happy, a dizzy, giggly, effervescent kind of happy of the highest order, and this, Sympathique is their first and my very favorite album.  It starts with a flourish of harp strings and the thrill of China’s glorious voice on “Amado Mio,” takes us through a marvelous party of sounds and toe taps before ending the evening with what else, a sweet “Lullaby,” of course.

For Portlanders like myself, Pink Martini is extra special, because far from offering awesome lyrics, stellar singing, and highly danceable songs, they’re also our very own, the local band gone gold around the world.  They have no fear of language or unusual instruments, singing in French (Beh oui!), Spanish (Si!), Arabic (Inshallah), Japanese (Arigato), and more. They’ve also got incredibly big hearts too, playing benefits for many local charities, including one of my favorite organizations, REACH Community Development.

Even if I weren’t from Portland or a supporter of REACH, Pink Martini would still be on my list of favorites.  They’re that good.  Oh, and have I mentioned how fantastic they are live?  If you ever have the opportunity, grab it with both hands because the band does not disappoint.  They’ll have you singing at the top of your voice and wiggling wildly in your seat.  Well, at least that’s what happens to me!

Have a lovely weekend…

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