When I was growing up I watched, like many of us, the holiday film “Santa Claus is Comin’ To Town”. I was five the first time it aired. It’s amazing how something so simple as a young kid watching a fun holiday movie can stick with a person all these years later, and yet it has.
For some reason, unknown to me actually, whenever I’m facing some difficult time in my life, and there have been a few of those, I hear the words of the song “Put One Foot In Front Of The Other” in my head. It pops in there, all on it’s own. Most specifically the chorus, “put one foot in front of the other, and soon you’ll be walkin’ cross the flo-o-or, put one foot in front of the other, and soon you’ll be walkin’ out the door”. It’s meant to be a song about trying and making a change. For me it is those things, but it’s also a song about moving forward, one step at a time. It says to me that as long as you keep taking one step and then another you will move through whatever it is that’s hard into somewhere new and beautiful. It’s a song about fortitude and perseverance, it’s about looking forward instead of backward. To me it’s a song of hope.
Putting one foot in front of the other gives me comfort and reminds me, in the larger scheme of things, that though life can be hard, inconvenient, scary, and awfully painful sometimes, it can also be magical and beautiful and full of wonder and love.
Today I thought I’d share the little song that’s had such an impact on my life because I love it, but also because maybe there’s a person out there who will feel the message, get inspired, get up, and put one foot in front of the other. It works for me.
I love this song and it always seems sort of fitting to play it during the holidays. This is a fantastic 2009 live version with Portland singers Storm Large, Holcombe Waller, and Oregon born Wade Mccollum at one of my favorite Portland venues, the Aladdin Theater. Happy Holidays.
I know I probably shouldn’t like this, but I do. A friend posted this on Facebook and I’ve pirated it away to my blog. Had to share. Happy Gangnam Style Christmas everyone.
I love words and this is a great one. Pronunciamento. Meaning… pro·nun·ci·a·men·to [pruh-nuhn-see-uh-men-toh, -shee-uh-] noun, plural pro·nun·ci·a·men·tos. a proclamation; manifesto; edict.
I came across this one today as I was looking around the dictionary. Or more precisely, in this new age, dictionary.com. It’s a wonderful word found in a wonderful place. Dictionaries are exciting, to me anyway. I’ve been reading them since I knew what one was and found one in our house. Words. Wonderful.
I used to play word games with some of my work mates. Emails going around with sentences made up of words with the same letter. Peter picked pickled peppers. Like that. We’d start with A and work our way to Z and back again, or we’d rhyme, or be cute some other way with wonderful wacky words. Fun, to us anyway. We’d stretch our minds, our vocabularies, and we’d laugh and laugh. Words are good like that.
Today as I looked around I came across this great word. Had never heard of it. And now I love it. I am also, I think, going to use it here. Make a pronunciamento about things I’d like to do this summer… a proclamation of sorts. Here, publicly, live and “in person”. Maybe if I put some things down here I will do some of them… maybe I already have. Maybe I would anyway. No matter… it’s a fun exercise.
(Riley is playing with her Uncle Kevin right now… he’s rubbing her belly, she’s growling, barking, and jumping up to wiggle around and play bite at him. She’s like popcorn. It’s cute. They missed each other.)
Write random and unexpected emails to friends and family more often.
Love.
Get paid for being creative.
Take the dogs to parks and on walks.
Be an agent of positive change.
Travel to new places.
Take the train more often.
Ride a bus to Chicago or maybe some other random place.
Sit around our chiminea with good company.
Make a s’more or two.
Say what I mean and only that.
Smell flowers.
Live free.
Eat handcrafted ice cream.
Help out friends and family.
Be kind to myself.
And lastly, though I could go on, laugh laugh laugh at why WordPress has famous nuns and Saint Peter as recommended highlighted links down below this as I type. Hmmmm….
I took Martin to the airport on Monday. It’s a long drive, nearly three hours one way. The drive was uneventful and the weather was gorgeous. On the way home I decided to semi-document the drive. I recently found a case with a bunch of old mix CDs I’d made. We’ve been working our way around that case since the find. I had one in on Monday. So here it is… Illinois countryside, in bits, accompanied by the track that happened to be playing at the time. There are a few of these, peruse them at your leisure, or not. I find this amusing… but then I would. It combines music, driving, and a bit of the tech stuff I love. The first video is a tad long. Feel free to skip part of it should you need to move on. This is just one of the quirky things I find myself doing. Enjoy…
I had a fried egg sandwich the other day. It sounds exactly like what it is… hard fried egg, two pieces of bread, loads of mayo. Yum. I don’t do this often, maybe a couple times a year, but every time I do I think of my dad. He loved them.
Forrest Gilfred Parker…. born April 17, 1943, died June 14, 2006. Dad’s would’ve turned 69 three weeks ago. Seems weird that he’s already been gone 6 years. I’ve been thinking about him on and off since his birthday, culminating in the eating of aforementioned fried egg sandwich.
I loved my dad and still do. Our relationship, for those of you who know us, or me, or him, was complicated. A lot of time spent apart, a lot of time not communicating, but also a lot of love. He was a great kid of a man. I say this because he had, all his life I’m sure, the joy of a kid. He never lost it as he aged. It was fantastic. He wasn’t dealt the best of hands, legally blind, high school at the Montana School for the Blind and Deaf, a father who died when my dad was 16, but he never lost that joy. Amazing.
The thing is, what dad didn’t have in eye sight he made up for in musical talent. My dad was a musical phenomena. Able to play nearly any instrument he picked up, he chose the pedal steel guitar as his baby because it was the hardest to play. Everything else kind of came easy to him. He never became famous, though he played nearly as well as Buddy Emmons, his idol, but that didn’t stop him from playing in all kinds of bands in all sorts of venues. He played music his whole life as well. Famous didn’t matter, the music did. I loved that baby blue double neck. It was probably as big a part of him as his seven children were, and the sight of it always made me smile. I have great memories of listening to him play, laughing and smiling when all the right notes went all the right ways. He could riff with the best of them. Talented.
I also loved the way he ate, or enjoyed food I should say. He seemed to be in constant perpetual motion. He wasn’t a sit around and relax kind of guy. Projects and doing this and that. His blindness progressed to the point he couldn’t work, but that didn’t seem to stop or slow him down. He couldn’t see well, but he moved around a lot. All the time. I was always amazed how he did it without slamming into things more often. He also helped his friends a lot, like helping to put a new roof on the church he and my step mom attended. A roofing blind guy. We, all of his kids, teased him. He was a tease himself. And his laugh… oh my lordy. I could laugh just thinking about his laugh. A full blown giggle combined with a deep down in his gut kind of laugh. Uniquely his own and always with that toothy smile. Dad’s face glowed when he smiled. So he moved around a lot, always on the go, and consequently his food often was food he could eat while running around doing this or that. Loads of sandwiches, and always a cup of coffee, cream and sugar. We all drink coffee now I think, and I think it’s probably a genetic thing as drinking it seemed to be in his blood. And even though he was on the go, eating on the go a lot, he enjoyed his food. Fried egg sandwiches, banana milkshakes or better yet, malts, and sweets. I just remember the joy he got from it. The joy he got from most everything he did.
The same complete joy he got from spending time with his kids. Probably his favorite thing to do. And what a crowd we are. All gray haired, except for maybe Ken, the youngest, all with his playful sense of things, all with his corny sense of humor. The lot of us, if I do say so myself, are pretty darn fantastic. He was proud of us. And we, whether we admitted it to each other or ourselves, were all very proud to call him our father. We are still proud. So the other day I had a fried egg sandwich, and I smiled a little thinking how he would like that. He would like that I was eating it and thinking of him. He would like that I got a bit of joy from it. He would like that I ate it while listening to some good music. The whole scene would’ve been music to his heart. And for my dad, that’s about as good as it got. Music, food, and the cup of coffee I had to go with.
This is an amazing story about beauty, perception, art, and what we see, or don’t see, as we go about our daily lives. Do you stop and notice, enjoy, live in the moment with something beautiful or do you walk past without a glance, without a thought for what’s happening right in front of you. What would you do?
I was just perusing some stuff and came across this great review of Sneakin’ Out, a local Portland band that happens to be one of my favorite local bands… I would probably put Pink Martini first and these guys second. This clip is great because you get to hear some of their music, which is awesome. These guys, three of them in all, play amazing music. There’s Cheddar on base… this guy knows how to have fun, dancing around, making some great faces, always with a sense of humor, always making you chuckle. Then there’s Dave on mandolin. This guys fingers are so fast you need stop action to see them. He does some really big things with a relatively small instrument. Last… Don on percussion. Oh, Don… xylophone, bongos, maracas, so many other things… and… a typewriter. Yes, there’s a first… a typewriter. He has impeccable timing, great for a percussionist yes, and also a wonderful sense of humor. These guys don’t only play, they entertain. There’s a truly groovy thing that happens… a sense of whimsy… I don’t know what else to call it…. when they start into one of their covers. Paint it Black to Beethoven… spectacular. There is one thing you always know for sure when you go out to hear these guys play… Sneakin’ Out will give you a great time. You will smile, you will laugh, you will be amazed at their naturally hypnotic musical talent, and you will want to know when their next show is going to be so you can get there early to get a good seat.
Check out this review… and get a little sampling of the joy.
I was perusing my Facebook feed today and noticed a repost of an article at The Donnybrook Writing Academy . You have to check out the article, but the gist is this… they got together as a staff, poured down a few beverages, and came up with a list of 100 songs that should never be played on the airwaves again. I looked over the list, sad to see some songs that I still enjoying hearing, and had this to say back to them…
I woke up this morning, a brown eyed girl who was born in the USA, feeling a little down. I heard the folks over at Donnybrook said good riddance to 100 songs I, and many other girls a lady and a loser all happen to get more than a feeling from. It’s not that I want to call them creep or suggest they have a black hole sun for a heart. That’s not it at all. I mean, come on people, can I get ababy one more time from all you on board the crazy train. Don’t stop believin’ people!
Once upon a time there were people who said don’t speak, listen, hold my hand, jump on the love rollercoaster, and quit bustin’ my humps! Don’t give in, don’t be a zombie. What a wonderful world this could be if people just got over the wicked game of radio censorship, put on their poker face, and like the speed of sound, like lithium, let that sound wash over them. It’s magic man. Or could be.
What’s with the haters? Don’t they know a love story when they see one or have they lost that lovin’ feelin’? I think Jeremy or Janie’s got a gun and they are out for a super freak on a leash named Fernando, the fortunate son he is, who only wants to experience the feeling of how to save a life through the beauty of jammin’ in Margaritaville to some classic tunes.
Can you hear me people? Or is the tubthumping too loud for you Luka? Am I livin’ on a prayer? Am I justa jump around pretty fly gettin’ the run-around? This censorship, this banning of the music that knows how to start me up, taking me on a stairway to heaven, it’s wrong. Am I getting too baba o’riley? Do I need to chug a little black velvet, cry like a free bird, pour some sugar on me, and take it easy? Maybe I need to take a moment and when Itouch myself with a Kleenex to the eye, I should feel it in the air tonight… the feeling of fireflies, but maybe not… maybe it’s enter sandman, stage left.
I don’t want it to be so. God bless the USA, I want the good times. I want there to be a higher calling. If I had 1,000,000 for every time someone said I want to hold your hand, I want to know what love is, and I can’t help falling in love with these tunes man, I would be rich!
I feel like I’m making a Lisztomania here. Completely freaked out by the thought of losing the don’t worry be happy feeling of listening to some great tunes because a group of peeps at Donnybrook randomly decided, in a drunken stupor, that these sounds don’t make them feel like making love anymore. It’s like getting rid of American pie filled with apples. It’s like watching grandma who got run over by a reindeer. It’s theft, that’s what it is… they’ve been caught stealing. They are a bunch o’ bad to the bone peeps who might just blister in the sun if they keep going on like this. Robbing the tunes from the people who still want them.
I know this diatribe is turning into a bohemian rhapsody. It’s just that the boys of summer and I, who were born to be wild, want to say that if this heresy doesn’t stop it will fade into you and the longer it lasts the more you will lose that Friday I’m in love feeling. This is no celebration. This is no butterfly taking wing andwhispering bawitdaba. This is a time to stand up, a time to light my fire and yours. This is a time to give up Santeria, crow like a rooster, whip it into shape, and take back our airwaves.
I want to say to these drunkards, though the thought of this does make for a good thriller, that the ants are marching now one by one, the boys are back in town, and we are going to take the money money and run yelling mony mony. There is no kryptonite thatcan stop uscuzthis is nuthin’ but a G thang gangstas. I know without a doubt that when Stevie says I just called to say I love you, you, wastoids, will say I melt with you Stevie, and you won’t be able to stay at the YMCA, or look at waterfalls, or go walkin’ in Memphis again without wanting to listen to one of these songs.
It’s closing time on this missive, but I want you to know, you lit up fools, that you shook me all night long with this idea, but I know I wouldn’t be the gambler in saying that most of your body is a wonderland, your body of work that is, and I do appreciate it. After all of this, isn’t that thought just a little bit ironic… yeah?
This is something I wrote on the plane ride over to the U.K. a couple of weeks ago. Tried to post it when we landed and couldn’t, then with all the business of getting here and such I forgot about it, until today. I re-read it, liked it a lot, and so am posting it now. It’s relevent, anytime really….
December 10, 1:20 AM, Pacific time
Sun coming up over the Atlantic. Traveling in this plane, just having woken up from a nap laying across two seats and Karen (a miracle in and of itself). Taking pictues with my phone out the window and listening to the Hip (80) playlist on the ipod on my phone. Bose quiet canceling headphones on. The world is a beautiful place.
I’m having one of those moments… So filled with gratitude and wonder and love. So much love I feel like this smaller body of mine might not be able to hold it all in. Overflowing out of me as teardrops falling down my face. It’s so quiet in here right now. All these people sleeping, watching the movie or listening to their own music. All these people going somewhere…. To see someone they love, like we are, or to see somewhere new, or just making the journey home. And here we all are together, on this plane winging our way across the Atlantic as the sun comes up. I’m listening to Good Life right now, and it really is a good good life. Thank you thank you thank you thank you….
Now that is a long title for a post. Just had to use it… The Pogues Tuesday Morning is playing right now. It’s not that fortuitous, I actually looked up songs with Tuesday in the title and liked this one. That’s what a person does when they have some time on their hands, which I happen to. I’m amazed at myself for all the things I’m looking up now. Knowledge is power they say, if, and that a big IF, I can remember anything I’ve already looked up. Chances are not high it will all stay up there in the old noggin. Or, more precisely, that I will be able to access what is up there. A lovely side effect of all of this is an even worse memory than I had. LOL Ah well… I remember the important things… like the people I love. So it’s OK. Besides, my memory will improve again after.
Today has been a mellow day. My honey has gotten a lot of business done, both professionally and personally for us. She and Kev are, right now, at one of our rentals looking at the dryer. Seems it quit working and since we put it in there we are responsible for it. If Kev can fix it, great… if not, we buy a new (actually a used) one. Not too terrible. I’m here, hanging with the dogs. They are actually sitting in the living room on the chair looking out the window longingly waiting for Karen and Kev’s return.
Bah ha ha ha ha!! I had to do it. I think, additionally, what I really need to do is find the video of that song. Used to laugh… used to cry… used to sit around and wonder why… uh, no wait. That’s something else. I’m getting my 70′s tunes mixed up. Alas… being nearly 45 has it’s disadvantages, but also it’s advantages.
I was just chatting with someone about the aches and pains that come with getting older. My contention though is that yes, there are aches and pains, but the good parts about getting older are worth the occasional inconvenience of having an older machine. What, pray tell, do I mean? Well… what I mean is that as a person gets older they know themselves better, usually like themselves better, and are more of who they are… at home, out in the world, etc. We become more of ourselves and more comfortable with who that is. So I will take the stiff ankles (thanks to the racquetball injuries of my youth) because they come with a better me.
So what is all this alone again naturally stuff? No, Karen and I have not had some bad break up (not gonna happen folks… ever). No, what I mean is that I am the only PO in the office today. Everyone else is at a training. Apparently, according to my boss, I’m un-trainable. Can’t be trained. I accept this. Actually, I think I have it better than they do. It’s so quiet and peaceful around here. Music, birds outside, great view, good book to read during lunch… I can’t complain. I did go around this morning and take a photo of myself sitting at each of their desks. After the round of photos I sent them each a text including the photo I took in their office and told them I had them covered. Pretty funny. Funny to me at least. I obviously have no trouble entertaining myself.
And now, that song… Alone Again, Naturally I couldn’t get the code to embed it, but if you follow the link you’ll get a little treat from 1972. Enjoy!
The other song, I just looked up the lyrics, is I Need You by America. Here’s the video for that one… Gotta love America.
Music sometimes makes a scene, or a movie for that matter. Here’s a selection of tunes used in films that had an impact on me. By no means a comprehensive list, but a few who sprung to mind when I thought of doing this post. Enjoy and feel free to add your own in the comments section. Always looking for new music, new films to see, or reminders of films and music I’d forgotten about.
Let the River Run – Carly Simon – Working Girl
A nice little fable of a film. The song, at the end, sort of sums it up and lends itself to that feel good feeling.
Band of Brothers Requim – Band of Brothers
Beautiful piece of music and a fantastic mini series. If you haven’t seen it… do so. You may cry a lot, I did, but it’s amazing.
Have a Little Faith in Me – John Hiatt – Benny and Joon
I fell in love with this song after hearing it in this movie. A little fable of a film. This film just works.
Girl, You’ll Be a Woman Soon – Urge Overkill – Pulp Fiction
Tarantino knows how to use music in his films. This scene is just plain riveting. And the music in it is perfect for it.
Come What May – Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman – Moulan Rouge
I had no idea these two could sing, and sing so well. Besides which, this is a lovely lovely song.
Cell Block Tango – Various – Chicago
Fun fun. Listen to this a couple of times and you’ll find yourself singing along.
She’s Like The Wind – Patrick Swayze from Dirty Dancing
Patrick Swayze singing. Who doesn’t love that? Or love this movie for that matter. No one puts baby in a corner.
I Am Changing – Jennifer Hudson – Dreamgirls
Jennifer Hudson’s defining movie moment.
Long Ride Home – Patty Griffin – Elizabethtown
One of my favorite songs which was used really well in this movie.
Falling Slowly – Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova – Once
A fantastic little film with some awesome music. If you have never seen this, or heard the soundtrack, or listened to the Frames, check some or all of that out. The two from this movie now have their own band called The Swell Season.
Vianne Sets Up Shop – Chocolat
This music just simply makes me happy.
Cruisin’ – Gwyneth Paltrow and Huey Lewis – Duets
Who knew Gwyneth could sing this well. Wow.
You’re The One That I Want – John Travolta and Olivia Newton John – Grease
No list is really complete without this. If you are a person of my age, give or take 10 years either way, you know and at least secretly, if not down right openly, love this song and this scene.
Back Where You Belong – Sinead O’Conner – The Water Horse
Just a really gorgeous song.
Hot Stuff – Donna Summer – The Full Monty
Who doesn’t love rough burly guys dancing… I ask you.
All I Want Is You – U2 – Reality Bites
This song sort of sums up this entire movie.
Stuck In The Middle With You – Steeler’s Wheel – Reservoir Dogs
Ear cutting off scene so beware…. Tarantino knows how to use music in his films.
Goodbye Horses – Q Lazzarus – The Silence of the Lambs
R Rated, for those who care. I’d advise not watching if you do.
In Your Eyes – Peter Gabriel – Say Anything
Iconic image from film this one. I think this spawned thousands of incidents where guys stood outside girl’s homes and played music.
Lust for Life – Iggy Pop – Trainspotting
In The Deep – Bird York – Crash
A truly intense gritty movie. Loved it. And loved this song in it.
People Are Strange – Echo & The Bunnymen – Lost Boys
The song in the first part of this clip is Gerard McMann’s Cry Little Sister, also good… Love when People Are Strange is playing and scenes of regular people doing what they do.
Sweet Jane – Cowboy Junkies – Prelude To A Kiss
Unfortunately I couldn’t find a video clip from the movie with the song in it so I had to settle for the video. A lot of people haven’t even heard of this movie. I liked it. Also a little fable of a movie.
American Girl – Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers – Silence of the Lambs
The girl, before being kidnapped, drives along singing this song at the top of her lungs, no care in the world… and then… the second tune from this film. What can I say?
Like To Get To Know You Well – Howard Jones – Better Off Dead
This is the music video, not the clip from the movie… unfortunately.
Across 110th Street – Bobby Womack – Jackie Brown
A fantastic intro/opening credits to a movie. Love this and again love Tarantino’s use of music in a film.
This guy is inspirational. If you don’t feel good after listening to this then I don’t know what could make you feel good. Besides which, after listening you might also want to tune into some classical music. This is a lovely talk.
Not exactly what the average person imagines when they think of high school students. And yet…. All the people playing in this orchestra are high school students from around Venezuela.
Possibly the worst video I’ve ever seen. I mean, what’s up with the creepy strange guy who keeps popping up in the background. It’s so bad it’s sort of compelling. I’m disturbed by it, yet somehow I’ve watched it a couple of times. This isn’t exactly the Blue Swede version I love. How can I ever listen to this song again without thinking of The Hoff. No, put it out of my mind… let it go. Maybe if I face my fear, and post it here, I will be cured of the scourge that is this video. It’s worth a try…
Thought I’d point the way to all the talented musicians in my and Karen’s families.
My cousin, Dave, is a composer currently living in New York. He’s getting his music work for pay life moving forward doing scores for indie movies, theater productions, commercials, and the like. He’s also quite the visual artist, but his focus is music. If nothing else listen to the Menarquia, which he composed, and La Campanella, which he sort of composed (read his intro to it) and plays. Just beautiful.
Karen’s cousin, Mike, is quite the song writer/singer/musician. He’s a doctor by trade, but spends as much time as he can in Nashville writing, singing, and trying to get his stuff out there. Check out Mike’s page. He isn’t singing on all the tracks, as you will be able to tell, but he’s there on many of them. He wrote all of them. Check him out. My personal favorites here are My Endless Dream and XOXOX.
My cousin, Karl, has been making music most of his life. He’s had quite a bit of indie success, touring in the US and Europe with various bands and alone. You can check out Karl’s page and see if he’s soon to be playing in a town near you. I’m loving That’s How I Got to Memphis and Dark Sedan.
My Uncle, Tom, has also been playing music most of his life. When he was younger it’s what he did for a living, traveling from place to place, mostly alone, but sometimes with a band, playing gig after gig. I was lucky enough to see him play once when I was a teen. He gave that up for a time… not music, just music for a living, and got all legit doing the attorney thing, but he’s now getting back into playing. We’re all glad, though I think he’s probably ecstatic about it. Very fun to watch him… he’s a fantastic guitar player. Sweet Pretty Lady and I Will Always Be Your Boy bring back great memories of Tom playing live and recording. I still have your album Tom and sometimes actually spin it.
People were really enjoying the sounds of Sneakin’ Out yesterday at Colonel Summers Park in SE Portland. These two were great. So much fun to watch. You could tell they were having an awesome time.
Sneakin’ Out is a local Portland Band that’s fantastic. We enjoyed listening to them yesterday during the Sundays Parkways event in SE Portland. This is the mandolin player of the trio. He’s amazing. I don’t know if I’ve ever heard anyone play as fast as he can.
Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess the origin of all poems; You shall possess the good of the earth and sun—(there are millions of suns left;) You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books; You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me: You shall listen to all sides, and filter them from yourself. ~Walt Whitman
Words From Neil
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. ~ Neil Gaiman
Frightened Rabbit, Goldfrapp, Crash Kings, Bruno Mars, Badly Drawn Boy, The Airborne Toxic Event, Bright Eyes, The Avett Brothers, James, Rob Thomas, The Devlins, Bell X1, Pink, Robert Plant and Alison Krauss, Van Morrison, Cher (the older stuff), The Swell Season, Ben Harper, Matt Nathanson, Ryan Adams, Sara Bareillis, Pink Martini, Ella Fitzgerald, Dixie Chicks, Billie Holiday, Blue October, Patty Griffin, Jon McLaughlin, Alexi Murdoch, Landon Pigg, Marc Broussard, Brett Dennen, Brandi Carlile, Sonia Dada, James Morrison, Antigone Rising, Gomez, Scissor Sisters, Melissa Etheridge, Paolo Nutini, Indigo Girls, Ray LaMontagne, Amos Lee, Uh Huh Her, Missy Higgins, Anouk, Duffy, The Frames, Arcade Fire, The Beatles, David Gray
