Just discovered Sister Sparrow & The Dirty Birds and thought I’d share.
“Je suis Charlie” has popped up over and over on various news feeds and social media sites since the terrible events in Paris. Seeing it, connecting to it as a human being, isn’t a big stretch. I think we can all imagine both the sorrow and outrage an attack like this brings. And I think it’s human nature to want to join hands in solidarity and show that despite our petty differences, despite our sometimes feral and acidic tendencies when we disagree, we are one people. We can stand together. We are, deep down in our bones, all the same. Je suis Charlie translates as, “I am Charlie”. I am. And so are you.
The footage of the march in Paris is stunning. It’s humbling. And when you add to that this footage of the crowd when a girl decided to play John Lennon’s Imagine out from her balcony, it’s quite emotional. Thousands gathered, and millions more around the world stood with them in spirit. It’s beautiful. Imagine if we could be this loving and patient and supportive of each other all the time. Imagine what that could be like.
One of my cousins posted a video on Facebook of these guys playing. There’s something completely awesome about it. Soothing, rhythmic, joyous, upbeat, earthy, and tremendous. I had to share. The instrument is called the Hang. Enjoy the music of Hang Massive.
Anyone who knows me knows about my love of music. It’s always been there, and in all likelihood started when I was in the womb. I come by it naturally. It’s in my genes. My dad was what some might call a musical genius. An ability to play any instrument put into his hands he chose the double neck pedal steel guitar because it was the hardest to play… requiring hands, feet, and knees. He loved that guitar, light shining out of him and joy exuding from him every time he sat down at his Emmons. I loved hearing him play it. I loved the smile on his face, his closed eyes, his mastery, his joy. He was a gifted and spectacular musician. But my musical influences just don’t include my dad, they also include my mom as well, and her side of the family. Growing up I remember family gathering after family gathering where music played a part. It didn’t matter what was going on when my mom’s side of my family got tother, music showed up. My mom is one of seven siblings. They sing seven part harmony. It’s very cool. They still do it. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard them, and how much I’ve always loved it. My Mom’s dad played piano in a band to earn money when he was a teenager, taking his share of the coins that got thrown up on the stage, and there were always musical instruments around my grandparents house when I was growing up. My Uncle Tom is the youngest of the siblings and only eight years older than I am. My childhood memories of him all include his electric guitar. The seven siblings were all in either bands or choirs of one sort or another, some still play in orchestras and bands to this day. I love that. I love how my life has always been surrounded by music and the love of it. I not only heard people singing and playing, but the phonograph was also going a lot in our house. All sorts of music and musical influences… big band and Jazz from my Mom, country from my dad and step-dad, rock and roll from my sister, Kay, and my Uncle Tom, and the wonderful musical influence my friends throughout my life have brought into it. My honey… she introduced me to the blues and Bryan Ferry. I myself started playing the guitar when I was a kid. I got fairly decent at it. I still have a guitar, and some bongos, and a kazoo.
As I said, my love of music has been with me always, informing most aspects of my life, helping to explain the unexplainable, helping to express things I can’t always find the words for. It’s a huge part of my life, and has always been. Which is why I’m constantly making playlists for road trips and friends and just because. Usually they have a theme, or are inspired by new music I’ve found. Recently we traveled to Florida for a family reunion. And yes, I made a playlist for the flights there and back. I thought, just because it might be fun, I’d include that playlist here, using YouTube.
The playlists I make tend to be more about feel than they are made by design. And in that vein I don’t think I’d ever make the same one twice, which is sort of the cool thing about them. Something I happen to love about them. They are organic, in the moment, and natural. I usually tell people they should be played on shuffle, which isn’t really possible here, but I still like it.
So without further ado… here’s the Florida trip playlist (number 110). Love it, or hate it, that’s up to you. Music is like that, it’s personal. Which is just something else to love about it.
Jason Mraz – Love Someone
Neon Trees – Living in Another World
Sam Smith – Leave Your Lover
Jennifer Nettles – That Girl
David Gray – Back in the World
Civil Wars – Dust to Dust
Marc Broussard – Hurricane Heart
Loggins & Messina – Danny’s Song
The Beatles – I Saw Her Standing There
Aloe Blacc – Can You Do This
Arcade Fire – Afterlife
Shakey Graves – Dearly Departed (feat. Esme Patterson)
Magic! – Rude
Ed Sheeran – All of the Stars
Colbie Caillat – Try
K.D. Lang – Helpless
Johnnyswim – Diamonds
Passenger – Things You’ve Never Done
Jason Isbell – Stockholm
Amos Lee – Listen
Dishwalla – Candleburn
Five For Fighting – Story of Your Life
Kongos – Come With Me Now
Pink Martini – Get Happy/Happy Days (Singers China Forbes and Storm Large)
Ed Sheeran – Kiss Me
James Bay – Let it Go
Imagine Dragons – On Top of the World
Sarah MClachlan – In Your Shoes
Milky Chance – Stolen Dance
London Grammar – Wasting My Young Years
Stevie Wonder – I Believe (When I Fall In Love)
Justin Timberlake – Sexyback
OneRepublic – oves Runs Out
Today is Dominic Thomas’ first birthday.
He is bright and loving and joyful and curious. He laughs and smiles a lot and doesn’t cry much at all. He makes his pterodactyl sound, for everything, occasionally throwing in a yeah, yeah just so we know he can talk if he wants to, and he’s steady holding himself up but doesn’t trust yet that he can take that first step. He loves remotes and phones and balls, not necessarily in that order, but most of all he loves to be looked at and smiled at. He lights up every room he’s in. He is one of those people, those gloriously relaxed and happy people, and will always be.
Today is Dominic Thomas’ first birthday, and I love him so.
I’ve been on my share of flights with funny flight attendants. I can tell you, there’s nothing like a little humor to relax nervous fliers. Plus, it’s nice that they don’t always take themselves so seriously. If I had to repeat the same spiel multiple times a week, I’d try to mix it up too.
Here’s a great example of what it means to fly the friendly skies.