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Wednesday, April 08, 2009
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now ...
Present/Infant (Click #3)
Ani DiFranco
Red Letter Year
lately i've been glaring into mirrors
picking myself apart
you'd think at my age i'd of thought
of something better to do
than making insecurity into a full-time job
making insecurity into an art
i fear my life will be over
and i will have never lived it unfettered
always glaring into mirrors
mad i don't look better
but now here's this tiny baby
and they say she looks just like me
and she is smiling at me
with that present/infant glee
and i would defend
to the ends of the earth
her perfect right to be
so i'm beginning to see some problems
with the ongoing work of my mind
and i've got myself a new mantra
it says: "don't forget to have a good time"
don't let the sellers of stuff
power enough
to rob you of your grace
love is all over the place
there's nothing wrong with your face
love is all over the place
I could have sworn I posted this before, but I couldn't find it anywhere on my site.
I think this is a beautiful song, and I'm pretty certain it's a must-listen for any woman.
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Thursday, March 19, 2009
What's playing on Erin's iPod right now ...
The Way Young Lovers Do
Van Morrison
Astral Weeks
We strolled through fields all wet with rain
And back along the lane again
There in the sunshine
In the sweet summertime
The way that young lovers do
I kissed you on the lips once more
And we said goodbye just adoring the nighttime
Yeah, that's the right time
To feel the way that young lovers do
Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that we were
And the way that we were meant to be
Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that I was for you
And you were for me
And then we danced the night away
And turned to each other, say, I love you, I love you
The way that young lovers do
Do, do, do, do...
Then we sat on our star and dreamed of the way that we were and the way
That we wanted to be
Then we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that I was for you
And you were for me
I went on to dance the night away
And turned to each other, say, i love you, baby, I love you
The way that young lovers do, lovers do, lovers do
Do, do, do, do...
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Monday, September 22, 2008
What's playing on Erin's iPod right now ...
Comfort
Deb Talan
A Bird Flies Out
When everyone has gone to sleep and you are wide awake
there's no one left to tell your troubles to.
Just an hour ago, you listened to their voices
lilting like a river over underground
and the light from downstairs came up soft like daybreak
dimly as the heartache of a lonely child.
If you can't remember a better time
you can have mine, little one.
In days to come when your heart feels undone
may you always find an open hand
and take comfort wherever you can.
And oh, it's a strange place.
And oh, everyone with a different face
but just like you thought when you stopped here to linger
we're only as separate as your little fingers.
So cry, why not? we all do
then turn to one you love
and smile a smile that lights up all the room.
Follow your dreams in through every out-door
it seems that's what we're here for.
And when you can't remember a better time
you can have mine, little one.
In days to come when your heart feels undone
may you always find an open hand
and take comfort, there is comfort.
Take comfort wherever you can, you can, you can.
I don't know about you guys, but these are pretty trying times. We're all not sure what to do, what to believe, or what to be scared of ... if anything at all.
We put one foot in front of the other, we move forward. We get up, we work, we sleep, we try and laugh where we can.
Or we cry if we need to. As for me, I take solace in music. I've been trying to focus on songs that make me indescribably happy right now, but I stumbled upon this one. And while it always, without fail, makes me cry, it also reminds me to take heart and do what I can to make myself happy.
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Thursday, June 19, 2008
What's playing on Erin's iPod right now ...
Hear Me Out
Frou Frou
Details
I join the queue on your answerphone
And all I am - is holding breath
Just pick up I know you're there
Can't you hear - I'm not myself
Oh go ahead and lie to me
You could say anything
Small talk will be - just fine
Your voice is everything
We owe it to love
And it all depends on you
So listen up - this sun hasn't set
I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling
Just hear me out - I'm not over you yet
It's love on the line can you handle it
So how do I do normal
The smile I fake - the permanent wave of
Cue cards and fix it kits
Can't you tell - I'm not myself
I'm a slow motion accident
Lost in coffee rings - and fingerprints
I don't - wanna feel - anything
But i do
And it all comes back to you
So listen up - this sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out - I'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line can you handle it?)
So listen up
Look at me straight
Just hear me out
Don't make me wait
I'm not myself
I can't take this
Love's on the line
Is that your final answer
I join the queue on your answerphone
And all i am - is holding breath
Just pick up i know you're there......
So listen up - this sun hasn't set
(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)
Just hear me out - I'm not over you yet
(It's love on the line can you handle it?)
Before everyone gets their panties in a bunch, there is no hidden meaning in this selection.
My Tegan and Sara station on Pandora keeps playing it and it was totally stuck in my head in not that particularly awesome way, I mean I liked it, but until I really started to listen, and realized how much I loved it, and, in turn, Imogen Heap, whom I've loved for a couple of years now, because - man. Just listen to her! To the song! It's beautiful. It's moving. It's intimate. It's desperation and longing and painful and all of the stuff that makes tortured love so torturous.
I don't miss it - tortured love, that is - because I got blessed with the kind of love that includes someone who walks into your apartment and sees that you weren't lying when you said, at 6:23 p.m. from the Damen bus, that you were crawling right into bed. In all of the clothes you wore all day. Watching Supernanny. The kind of love that crawls into bed right there with you and, to top it off, brings you a small bag of Cheetos because he always, almost without fail, brings you Cheetos when you've hit the point of breaking and need to make your way back.
This time, though, he didn't mess with the baked version. Yesterday was a day that necessitated the real Cheetos.
That's the kind of love I'm grateful for, and would never want to experience unrequited love again, but I'm glad I can dip my toes in once in awhile through a song.
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Sunday, March 02, 2008
What's playing on Erin's iPod right now ...
Better than love
Griffin House
Flying Upside Down
Honey when you doubt my love for you
Looking in my eyes what I'm going through
Even if we change and fall out of
You hold my hand and it's better than love
Save me from myself
You got my back when I need help
It's no one else in the world
You will always be my girl
You will always be
My girl
Sometimes dreams they don't come true
I was scared that night when I met you
Well I stayed patient and I stayed kind
Telling you to take your time
Turn my life around
You made it okay to let you down
There's no one else in the world
You will always be my girl
You will always be
My girl
So when I'm walking down the road and feeling fine
Can't understand the things you do
Nothing turns out the way we planned
You're still my baby and I'm still you're man
Save me from myself
You got my back when I need help
It's no one else in the world
You will always be my girl
You will always be
My girl
Last night Candace, Aileen and I saw Griffin House at Schuba's and holy moses - what an incredible show. This guy is just fantastic - very Southern roots alt-rock, country - and puts on a wonderful live show. In fact, his album does not convey nearly the amount of awesomeness that his live show did. Still, great stuff. Can't remember the last time I got that into a show (well, Friday night at Beat Kitchen, but Scott and I love and know Dick Prall, which reminds me that Starbucks is going to be playing his song, "The Cornflakes Song" in their stores, and it's awesome and when you hear it, you'll immediately want to dance, and then you should buy the album because, again, it's awesome. And because Dick is probably the nicest guy in the world and deserves the success.). At least a show of an artist I'm not at all familiar with.
Highly recommend Griffiin House. Even moreso if you can catch him live. Pray he plays the not-yet-released song "Colleen." That song was my favorite.
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Thursday, February 14, 2008
What's playing on Erin's iPod right now ...
You Make My Dreams Come True
Hall & Oates
Voices
What I want you've got
And it might be hard to handle
Like the flame that burns the candle
The candle feeds the flame, yeah, yeah
What I've got's full stock
Of thoughts and dreams that scatter
Then you pull them all together
And how I can't explain
Oh, yeah
Well, well you
(Ooh-ho, hoo-ooh, ooh-oo)
You make my dreams come true
(You-hoo, you, you-hoo, hoo, you, hoo)
Well, well, well you
(You-hoo, hoo-hoo-ooh)
Oh, yeah
You make my dreams come true
(You make my dreams)
Come true
(You-hoo, you, you-hoo, hoo, you, hoo)
On a night when bad dreams become a screamer
When they're messin' with the dreamer
I can laugh it in the face
Twist and shout my way out
And wrap yourself around me
'Cos I ain't the way you found me
And I'll never be the same
Listen to this
I'm down on my daydream
Oh, that sleepwalk should be over by now
I know
'Bout you
Yeah, yeah
You make my dreams come true
(You-hoo, you, you-hoo, hoo, you, hoo)
Oh, yeah
I've waited, waited for you, girl
(You-hoo, hoo-hoo-ooh)
Oh, yeah
You make my dreams come true
(You make my dreams)
Come true
(You-hoo, you, you-hoo, hoo, you, hoo)
You and me, you and me...
Happy Valentine's Day, B. You're my favorite.
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Sunday, January 20, 2008
What's playing on Erin's iPod right now ...
The Luckiest
Ben Folds
Rockin' The Suburbs
I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a wide cliche sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep
And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
And passed away
I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest
The first concert Scott and I ever went to together was Ben Folds. Kind of. It was the first planned concert. We are extemporaneous concert-going folk.
We have, in the nearly two years we've been dating, seen countless bands together. But I, of course, always remember Ben Folds. Strangely enough, he didn't play this song - and, if you ask me to this day what reminds me of that night, if would be "Emaline" - but it's the song that makes me think of our relationship.
We had a nice weekend, and I'm reminded that I got lucky when I met that one.
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Monday, October 01, 2007
What's playing on Erin's iPod right now ...
Hard Sun
As sung by Eddie Vedder
Written by Indio
Music for the Motion Picture Into the Wild
When I walk beside her
I am the better man
when I look to leave her
I always stagger back again
Once I built an ivory tower
so I could worship from above
when I climb down to be set free
she took me in again
There's a big
a big hard sun
beating on the big people
in the big hard world
When she comes to greet me
she is mercy at my feet
I see her inner charm
she just throws it back at me
Once I dug an early grave
to find a better land
she just smiled and laughed at me
and took her rules back again
Once I stood to lose her
and I saw what I had done
bowed down and threw away the hours
of her garden and her sun
So I tried to want her
I turned to see her weep
40 days and 40 nights
and it's still coming down on me
I'm not sure I have the constitution to handle a story like "Into The Wild." It, like so many stories of its kind, ask a lot of us. Lots of questions. Lots of challenges.
I'll still go see the movie, though tomorrow I'm hitting the library to scout out the book first. Somehow I just think it's best to read and then watch, no matter how beautiful the movie seems.
Anyway, I can't get "Hard Sun" outta my head, since I first heard it on Sunday. I'm an Eddie Vedder fan from long ago, and my bias is well-known, but this is the sort of song Vedder's voice was made for. Slightly bombastic and grandiose, but almost effortlessly joyful. And with less of his traditional, marble-mouthed mumbling.
I dare you not to listen over and over again.
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Monday, August 27, 2007
What's playing on Erin's iPod right now ...
Silver Lining
Rilo Kiley
Under The Blacklight
And I'm not going back into rags or in the hole
and our bruises are coming
but we will never fold
and I was your silver lining
as the story goes
I was your silver lining but now I'm gold
hooray hooray I'm your silver lining
hooray hooray but now I'm gold.
And I was your silver lining
hop on my toys
well you were running through fields of hitchhikers
as the story goes
hooray hooray I'm your silver lining
hooray hooray but now I'm gold
hooray hooray I'm your silver lining
hooray hooray but now I'm gold
And the grass It was a ticking
and the sun was on the rise
I never felt so wicked
as when I willed our love to die
and I was your silver lining as the story goes
I was your silver lining but now I'm gold
hooray hooray I'm your silver lining
hooray hooray but now I'm gold
hooray hooray I'm your silver lining
hooray hooray but now I'm gold
but now I'm gold
but now I'm gold
but now I'm gold
Totally don't care what stereogum or anyone else says, I'm digging the new Rilo Kiley. I've been bopping - literally bopping - all over town listening to this album and it makes me happy.
Almost as happy as the new Tegan and Sara, too.
I'm surfacing, doing well, loving my job, though not the schedule, and enjoying life in general. Ali gets married this weekend, the weekend after we fly out East for another wedding, and tonight we're going to see The Bangles.
I have little to complain about.
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Thursday, June 28, 2007
What's Playing on Erin's iPod Right Now ...
Before You Were Born
Rocky Votolato
The Brag & Cuss
If I asked real sweet would you take a ride with me
We'll drive down streets that no one else has ever seen
In red bucket seats with a stereo from 1953
I knew you before you were born
And I've seen an ending worth waiting for
Under blankets of maps to keep us warm
Mile markers made out of rows of white birch trees
Lead me to black velvet dressed in silver rings
Just like you and me some things are meant to be
I knew you before you were born
And I've seen an ending worth waiting for
Under blankets of maps to keep us warm
The paper moon in the tree branch blue sky is cold and brittle on an October night
Dead weather vines that grew on concrete steam lamp lights
I knew you before you were born
And I've seen an ending worth waiting for
Under blankets of maps to keep us warm
The other night, as The Boy and I made our way to the grocery store, we passed a couple of teenagers crossing Belmont, hand-in-hand. We're cut from the same cloth, The Boy and I, and it took each of us all of a second to see those kids and not immediately get wistful and romantic about what it meant to be that age, at this time of year.
"Being in love in the summer as an adult isn't as much fun," I said, before remembering that I was in the car with the man with whom I am in love. I am not particularly smooth, and he tends to forgive these transgressions. Besides, he knew what I meant.
The Boy gave me Rocky Votolato's "The Brag & Cuss," a month or so ago as he thought Votolato would be someone I'd enjoy. The album was sitting around his office, and The Boy is very generous when it comes to sharing such free gems with me. When I was sick a couple of weeks ago, he not only brought me orange juice but also Pearl Jam's "Live at the Gorge 05/06," a seven-disc set of awesomeness, filled with songs I have already listened to a million times over but all of which I can never grow weary. The Boy knows this and is always on the lookout for such things. I have little reminders of how well he knows me all over my house.
Anyway, I got so caught up in the Rick Astley Frenzy of '07 that I forgotten that I'd uploaded this charming CD until today. And this song came on and every single aspect of it reminds me of that carefree kind of love that you're suspended in when you're a kid and, if you're blessed enough, to grab bits and pieces of as an adult while making your way to the Jewel or getting over a nasty head cold.
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Thursday, June 21, 2007
What's Playing on Erin's iPod Right Now ...
The Con
Tegan and Sara
The Con
I listened in
Yes, I'm guilty of this you should know this
I broke down and wrote you back
before you had a chance to
Forget, forgotten, I am moving past this
giving notice
I have to go
Yes, I know the feeling know you're leaving
Calm down, I'm calling you to say
I'm capsized staring on the edge of safe
Calm down, I'm calling back to say
I'm home now, I'm coming around
Coming around but nobody likes to
But I really like to cry
Nobody likes me baby
If I cry
Spelled out your name and list the reasons faint of heart
Don't call me back
I imagine you and I was distant, non-existant
I'll follow suit and laid out on my back
Imagine that
A million hours left to think of you and think of that
Calm down, I'm calling you to say
I'm capsized staring on the edge of safe
Calm down, I'm calling back to say
I'm home now, I'm coming around
Coming around but nobody likes to
But I really like to cry
Nobody likes me maybe
If I cry
Encircle me I need to be
Taken down
Encircle me I need to be
Taken down
Encircle me I need to be
Taken down
Encircle me I need to be
Taken down
Well nobody likes to but
I really like to cry
Nobody likes me maybe
If I cry
Encircle me I need to be
Taken down
Encircle me I need to be
Taken down
Encircle me I need to be
Taken down
Oh my God. My friend, Jenni, sent me this and another track off of the soon-to-be-released Tegan and Sara and holy crap.
I cannot stop listening. It's ridiculous. I blame Jenni.
I'm having a very hard time being patient for the July 24 release. This feels like a theme song, a barabic yawp ... it's incredibly awesome. It makes me wish I was angry and overcoming something huge in my life because then I could find a way to appreciate it even more.
We're not going to see Tegan and Sara when they roll through town because tickets are ridiculously expensive. Jenni and I were less than pleased. The last time we saw the girls, in the Fall of 2005, at the Metro, our worlds were very different places and tickets only cost us $20. If that.
I remember that night. Everything was changing. For everyone around me. I was getting frantic phone calls from friends. I was reading waay too much into the drunken scribblings on bathroom stall doors because I was looking for anything, something, someone, to point me into the direction I needed to be going in because I couldn't manage it myself.
I was very unsettled. It all felt like I was living inside of snow globe that was being perpetually shaken. I drank a lot. During this time, I went through three, full-sized bottles of whiskey in about a month, on my own.
I don't recommend that method of coping to anyone. You end up gaining 20 pounds and it will take you forever to get it off.
Last night, as we took a long walk after dinner through my neighborhood, Glinny in tow, taking in all of the beautiful noise being made by everyone around us, talking about how our day went, I realized that I was OK again. My life has a gentle rhythm to it and it's peaceful and lovely and I fought hard to get it this way.
However, I can't listen to that Tegan and Sara album without remembering so vividly the fight, so I don't listen to it often. At some point, I made the decision that I had to forgive myself and get on with it all.
"Forget, forgotten, I am moving past this/giving notice/I have to go"
Maybe it's apt after all.
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Thursday, March 29, 2007
What's Playing on Erin's iPod Right Now ...
Rehab
Amy Winehouse
Back To Black
They tried to make me go to rehab
I said no, no, no.
Yes I been black, but when I come back
You won't know, know, know.
I ain't got the time
And if my daddy thinks i'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab
I wont go, go, go.
I'd rather be at home with ray
I ain't got 70 days
Cos there's nothing, nothing you can teach me
That I can't learn, from yester halfaway
Didn't get a lot in class
But I know it don't come in a shot glass
They're tryin to make me go to rehab
I said no, no, no
Yes I been black, but when I come back
You won't know, know, know.
I ain't got the time,
And if my Daddy thinks i'm fine,
He's tried to make me go to rehab,
I won't go, go, go.
The man said, why you think you here?
I said, I got no idea
I'm gonna, i'm gonna loose my baby
So I always keep a bottle near
Said, I just think you're depressed
Kiss me, yeah baby
And the rest
I'm tryin to make me go to rehab
I said no, no, no
Yes I been black, but when I come back
You won't know, know, know
I don't ever wanna drink again
I just, ooo, I just need a friend
I'm not gonna spend 10 weeks
Have everyone think i'm on the mend
It's not just my pride
It's just til these tears have dried
They're tryin to make me go to rehab
I said no, no, no
Yes I been black, but when I come back,
You won't know, know, know
I ain't got the time,
And if my daddy thinks i'm fine
He's trying to make me go to rehab
I wont go, go, go.
We're trying so very hard to score tickets to this very sold out show. I know I'm late on the Amy Winehouse bandwagon but for real, people.
This woman rules.
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Wednesday, February 14, 2007
What's Playing on Erin's iPod Right Now ...
These Photographs
Joshua Radin
We Were Here
You're Sylvia Plath
As you drift from the bath.
I hand you a robe
And so it goes,
The moment'll pass.
You're Simone de Beauvoir
As you get out the car.
The way you read me,
No one can see me
It's who you are.
And these photographs keep me alive.
Babe, here's your song.
Babe, it took too long
To find in your eyes
My best surprise.
You're Nina Simone
When you talk on the phone.
You sing to me
And I'm truly
No longer alone.
You're Mary Cassatt
When people tell you you're not.
You're like a child.
All the while
I need you a lot.
And these photographs keep me alive.
And I wanna know what you know
And I wanna go where you go
These things remind me of
These things remind me of
These things remind me of you.
Happy Valentine's Day, B.
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Monday, January 08, 2007
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now ...
Come With Me
Deirdre Kelly
He'd seen her around
Thought she was cute
Hadn't talked to her yet
But he sure wanted to
When she showed up
At the party alone
He thought here's my chance
Now don't let it go
He downed a few drinks
And wandered around
Wondering when his
Nerves would calm down
Out of the blue
Came a tug at his sleeve
She said so there's this movie
I've been meaning to see
Will you come with me?
Will you come with me?
Will you come with me?
Will you come with me?
I know a place
Where secrets are kept
It's dark from outside
But bright from within
No one has ever
Come back alive
I think that we should
Give it a try
Will you come with me?
Will you come with me?
Will you come with me?
Will you come with me?
She took his hand
Pulled him aside
Sat him down in a chair
Put her head to his thigh
She took a deep a breath
Forced up her eyes
She said I have a request
Please take your time to decide
Will you come with me?
Will you come with me?
Will you come with me?
Will you come with me?
Will you come with me?
Will you come with me?
Will you come with me?
Will you come with me?
Honestly, I have no idea who this person is, her album or ... anything. My friend sent this to me this afternoon and, while he told me not to read the lyrics, and just listen to the song, I did it anyway.
I'm clearly not giving you all the same directive.
It's been so long since I posted a song - mostly because there hasn't been anything in particular blowing my hair back. I've seen some great bands, and sometimes mean to do an iPod post, but I suck sometimes.
Anyway, this is just a sweet little ditty and I like to share sweet little ditties. One day I will post songs that are otherwise, but for now, you get these. Actually, my friend Andrew was here tonight for dinner and introduced me to Johnny Boy tonight - and their song "You Are The Generation That Bought More Shoes And You Get What You Deserve," which, yes UK readers, I know is one you've all been hip to for some time - and that kicks ass. I'll post that one tomorrow.
Worth the listen.
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Sunday, September 17, 2006
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now ...
Paperweight
Joshua Radin and Schuyler Fisk
The Last Kiss Soundtrack
Been up all night staring at you
Wondering what's on your mind
I've been this way with so many before
But this feels like the first time
You want the sunrise to go back to bed
I want to make you laugh
Mess up my bed with me
Kick off the covers I'm waiting
Every word you say I think
I should write down
Don't want to forget come daylight
Happy to lay here
Just happy to lbe here
I'm happy to know you
Play me a song
Your newest one
Please leave your taste on my tongue
Paperweight on my back
Cover me like a blanket
Mess up my bed with me
Kick off the covers I'm waiting
Every word you say I think
I should write down
Don't want to forget come daylight
And no need to worry
That's wastin' time
And no need to wonder
What's been on my mind
It's you
It's you
It's you
Every word you say i think
I should write down
Don't want to forget come daylight
And I give up
I let you win
You win cause I'm not counting
You made it back
To sleep again
Wonder what you're dreaming
Sometimes I think that the reason we fall in love is so we can play songs such as this one over and over again.
I'm going to see The Last Kiss tonight. I feel swoony already.
EDITED TO ADD: Just got back from the movie. So. Best. This will most certainly be a movie I see in the theater again. Go see it now!
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Thursday, September 07, 2006
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now ... and some other news
Chocolate
Snow Patrol
Final Straw
This could be the very minute
I'm aware I'm alive
All these places feel like home
With a name I'd never chosen
I can make my first steps
As a child of 25
This is the straw, final straw in the
Roof of my mouth as I lie to you
Just because I'm sorry doesn't mean
I didn't enjoy it at the time
You're the only thing that I love
It scares me more every day
On my knees I think clearer
Goodness knows I saw it coming
Or at least I'll claim I did
But in truth I'm lost for words
What have I done it's too late for that
What have I become truth is nothing yet
A simple mistake starts the hardest time
I promise I'll do anything you ask...this time
People, the new Zach Braff is coming out next weekend. Is there anything better than "the new Zach Braff," with maybe the exception of "the new Zach Braff and its accompanying soundtrack?" The Braff should win another Grammy for what he's done for The Last Kiss soundtrack, and I know my good friend Tankboy will agree with me since his good friend Rachael Yamagata is included on the soundtrack.
She's damn near included on everyone's soundtrack these days, I know, but she's that good. I sat next to her at Tankboy's birthday party last year. I wouldn't have known that right away had my friend not said, "Hey! Isn't that Rachael Yamagata?" And it was. And she's just as lovely in person.
So the new Zach Braff. It's about choices and, I think, change. The tag asks, "We all make choices. What's yours?" I love that. I'm a sucker, I know, but I do. My life is all about choices these days. Big choices. Big change. Some good, some bad, some outrageously amazing. Others so gut-wrenching that it's a wonder I can sit upright. One of those choices, interestingly enough, brings about some pretty big changes:
I've got a new job. With a newspaper. Here in town.
More when I return from my weekend.
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Thursday, August 17, 2006
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now
Fill Me Up
Shawn Colvin
These Four Walls
Fill me up fill me up
I'm a long way from home
And I don't have a lot to say
Fill me up fill me up
Cause you're all that I've got
And I traveled a long, long way
Cheer me up cheer me up
Cause I'm all alone
And I'm taking it day by day
Cheer me up cheer me up
Cause you're all that I've got
And I traveled a long, long way
I'm a bellhop now on a busy day
And I'm starting at sunrise
And the color of dawn from this plane that I'm on
Is the day breaking in your eyes
I'm a still life now on a tabletop
I'm a case study in french blue
And it's clear to me now that the whole of my life
I've been making my way to you
And I know where you live
And I know who you are
Don't get too close
And don't go too far
And I might be alright
If I just see the light
I don't care if the phone don't ring
And I'll know when it's right like a voice in the night
And the right shade of tangerine
And I know where you live
And I know who you are
Don't get too close
And don't go too far
Don't get too close
And promise me that you'll never go too far
Fill me up fill me up
I'm a long way from home
And I don't have a lot to say
Fill me up fill me up
Cause you're all that I've got
And I traveled a long long way
Cheer me up cheer me up
Cause I'm all alone
And I'm takin it day by day
Fill me up fill me up
Cause you're all that I've got
And I traveled a long long way.
You can make fun of my love for Shawn Colvin if you want, but you'd not only be wrong - because obviously you're judging her on "Sunny Came Home" alone - but also a jerk.
I heard this song on XRT about a month ago and have been furiously looking for the lyrics for it since then. She finally posted a link to her main site featuring a stream of it, though it's on her MySpace page. I'm still trying to catch up to the whole MySpace thing, people.
Anyone, I love this song to a stupid degree because it's happy and lovely and hopeful and no kidding, I can't stop playing it. My head starts to bounce and my shoulders groove back and forth and nothing in the world bothers me after all is said and done.
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Monday, July 17, 2006
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now
Slow Dancing
Lucero
Tennessee
Smoking the cigarettes more than I should
My hands won't stop shaking and that can't be good
I would forget you if only I could
Think about anything else
Slow dance at the end of the night
And everyone's looking who cares if it's right
Your head on my chest I held you so tight
I don't care what they have to say
Our feet were too drunk to keep step in time
But we held fast and we made it through fine
Hell you smiled a lot, hell you smiled a lot
Chairs on the tables they're mopping the floors
We're still dancing just like before
You held me tight, oh you held me tight
The light from the disco ball surrounds us with starrs
And I looked like trouble right from the start
You told me so hell you told me so
And that slow dance didn't last very long
So now I guess I'll be moving on
well it was nice
God damn it was nice
I just discovered this band and I can't get enough of them. It's hot and sticky here in Chicago and this is hot, sticky weather music. Granted, Lucero might be an acquired taste; the lead singer, Ben Nichols, has a voice that isn't for everyone.
But I love him. And them. It's good drinkin', cryin', pour-your-heart-out, summer music. It's the sort of music that, when heard at the right moment in time, gets under your skin and festers. That's not sexy or romantic, but it's apt. I own "Tennessee" and "Lucero." I haven't been able to stop playing them all weekend.
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Saturday, May 06, 2006
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now
Somebody Loved
The Weepies
Happiness
Rain turns the sand into mud
Wind turns the trees into bone
Stars turning high up above
You turn me into somebody loved.
Nights when the heat had gone out
We danced together alone
Cold turned our breath into clouds
We never said what we were dreaming of
But you turned me into somebody loved.
Someday when we're old and worn
Like two softened shoes
I will wonder on how I was born
The night I first ran away from you.
Now my feet turn the corner back home
Sun turns the evening to rose
Stars turning high up above
You turn me into somebody loved.
Candace, Emily and Lydia and I went to Martyrs tonight to see The Weepies. I'll admit that I knew nothing of The Weepies but I completely trust Candace and her music taste. After 17 years of friendship, she's earned the right with me to make plans for us to see a show without me having any knowledge of the band. It was a great show. It's been some time since I saw live music that entailed the simple strumming of two guitars and sweet lyrics.
I'm such a sucker for the sensitive singer/songwriters. I pretty much chalk it up to my folk music-loving father. Growing up, the folk singers of the 60s were all we really listened to in our house.
I loved The Weepies so much that I'm buying the album tonight. I don't think I can allow the rest of Spring to go on by without having this music playing in my car every morning. When "Somebody Loved" started playing, Candace turned to me and said "This is my favorite song of ALL TIME." Candace says that about a lot of things - such exuberant proclamations are not, in Candace's world, limited to songs - but after Deb finished singing it, which I have to admit I enjoyed more live than on the album version, I decided that it might just be mine, too.
To listen to it, go to the "discography" section and you'll find it under the "Happiness" album listing. It's lovely. Simple, true, earnest and expresses a feeling that everyone either has felt or hopes to feel. We do become different people when we're loved by someone and our worldview is forever changed when it happens.
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Saturday, April 29, 2006
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now
Slow Down Chicago
We Were Set Up
Canasta
I'd like to ask this town to slow down
Selfish I know
But I think it's come to this.
I'm losing my breath and I'd take a break
If I thought I could
But the things I've been doing
To keep this town moving
Would surely be missed
From the corner of State and Madison, I cried,
"Chicago Slow Down"
A few folks glanced over
But none broke their stride
That's when I found
This town it breathes on its own
With or without me
The skyline wakes up whether or not I get out of bed
El trains, they rumble along
And headlines will happen with no help from me
And when I can't keep it all up
I'll sing, "La, la, la, la"
It kills me to ask a thing of this town
Not mine alone
A burden I'd hate to be
I'm losing my step
And as I fall back
My life is living itself
But the seeds I've been sowin'
Could keep this town goin'
If only she'd wait for me
From the 95th floor, I looked out and I prayed,
"Chicago Slow Down"
But the teeming streets shrugged off
the plea that I had made
That's when I found
I went to Schubas and saw Canasta last week, on the last night of their month-long (?) Practice Space residency. I'd heard some of their stuff, albeit in a limited capacity, and liked it, though I was blown away by seeing them live.
I am always happier with music when it's performed before me. There is such a shared sense of urgency and passion when you're in a room with an artist and he or she or they are conveying his or her or their music to you live. Even bands I don't particularly care for - such as the band I saw last night at Empty Bottle with its "experimental" noises and clacking - I appreciate hearing them in person, more than listening at home.
My music tastes are, as evidenced here on countless occasion, fairly pedestrian. I do a fair job of keeping myself educated on what's out there, and am open-minded to just about anything and everything, but for the most part I'm partial to bands like Canasta. I love something, with, um, a beat that I can dance to. I love music with certain pop sensibilities, and don't think it's not lost on me that I just typed out the phrase "certain pop sensibilities" because I know it automatically makes me a music snob of the highest degrees.
It was this song, "Slow Down Chicago," that made me sit up and take notice of the band that night. The arrangement is beautiful, the lyrics are lovely and the lead singer's voice invokes such a fervor for what it feels like to live in a city like Chicago, and most certainly Chicago itself, that my heart melted all over the floor at Schubas.
One of the things I most love about living in Chicago is how vital being a part of it makes you feel to its existence while subsequently reminding you that all of the best parts about it will go on whether you're here or not, which is pretty much what life is about anyway. To live in a place where you're constantly aware of such a truism is a pretty big blessing.
At least it is to me.
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Sunday, March 12, 2006
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now
Watershed
Nomads Indians Saints
Indigo Girls
Thought I knew my mind like the back of my hand,
The gold and the rainbow, but nothing panned out as I planned.
And they say only milk and honey's gonna make your soul satisfied
Well I better learn how to swim
Cause the crossing is chilly and wide.
Twisted guardrail on the highway, broken glass on the cement
A ghost of someone's tragedy
How recklessly my time has been spent.
And they say that it's never too late, but you don't get any younger
Well I better learn how to starve the emptiness
And feed the hunger
Up on the watershed, standing at the fork in the road
You can stand there and agonize
Till your agony's your heaviest load.
You'll never fly as the crow flies, get used to a country mile.
When you're learning to face the path at your pace
Every choice is worth your while.
Well there's always retrospect to light a clearer path
Every five years or so I look back on my life
And I have a good laugh.
You start at the top, go full circle round
Catch a breeze, take a spill
But ending up where i started again makes me wanna stand still.
Stepping on a crack, breaking up and looking back
Every tree limb overhead just seems to sit and wait.
Until every step you take becomes a twist of fate.
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Saturday, February 18, 2006
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now
Big Guns
Rabbit Fur Coat
Jenny Lewis and The Watson Twins
Well you praise him
Then you thank him
Til you reach the by-and-by
And I've won hundreds at the track
But I'm not betting on the afterlife
Then you kiss his lips
He forgives you for it
He forgives you for all you've done
But not me
I'm still angry
What have I done?
Why am I always missing...
The big guns?
First I'll build a sword
Get some words to explain
It's a plan, brother, at least
And I'll pretend that everybody here wants peace
Have mercy, have mercy, have mercy on me
Cause we're tired and lonely and we're bloody
What have we done?
Why are we still running
From our own failing bodies?
The big guns, the big guns...
Sing mercy, sing mercy, sing mercy on me
Let's pretend that everybody here wants peace
What have we done?
Why are we still chasing our own tails?
The big guns, the big guns, the big guns
So I was catching up with Pam's site tonight and noticed we shared a mutual love for Jenny Lewis which reminded me that I haven't done a "What's Playing ..." entry in a while, which is weird because I try and do one once a week.
My friend, Jacquie, asked me over dinner last week if, indeed, the songs I list are actually playing on my iPod and the answer: Damn Straight!
Anyway, I love Jenny Lewis. Love Rilo Kiley. Her solo album is amazing and I've probably listened to it at least 10 times since it came out because I tend to be stupidly obsessive about such things. Also? Because I think it's artists such as Jenny Lewis that have brought me faith that perhaps music is not as doomed as it seemed when my interest in it began to wane - sometime before the Backstreet Boys but certainly after Creed.
Speaking of Pam, a couple of weeks ago she and I exchanged a couple of emails about this very topic and it continues to be a wonderful revelation to me that those of us for whom music has always been a passion are openly supporting the artists creating all of this new and exciting stuff, despite how jaded we may have become. Music snobs are, by and large, pretty closed minded about things and we're all cracking our shells a bit to let some of this stuff back in.
I can't find an mp3 of the song in question and really. Seriously. One of the days I'm going to fix my FTP so I can upload songs again. For now? Maybe go buy it at iTunes? Buy the whole album if you're feeling crazy but by all means. Get this song. It's delightful.
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Monday, January 30, 2006
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now
Goodnight and Go
Imogen Heap
Speak For Yourself
Skipping beats, blushing cheeks I am struggling
Daydreaming, bed scenes in the corner cafe
And then i'm left in bits recovering tectonic tremblings
You get me every time
Why d'ya have to be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It's bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go
Follow you home, you've got your headphones on and you're dancing
Got lucky, beautiful shot you're taking everything off watch the curtains wide open
Then you fall in the same routine flicking through the TV relaxed and reclining
And you think you're alone...
Why d'ya have to be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It's bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go
One of these days, you'll miss your train and come stay with me (it's always say goodnight and go)
We'll have drinks and talk about things, any excuse to stay awake with you
You'll sleep here, I'll sleep there, but then the heating may be down again
at my convenience
we'd be good, we'd be great together.
Say goodnight and go,
why's it always always
goodnight and go
Darling not again
Goodnight and go
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The other day, Eliza commented that Imogen Heap's "Hide and Seek" is the most beautiful song she's heard lately. This reminded me that right now my favorite song is this one by Heap, "Goodnight And Go."
I'm on a real Imogen Heap trip right now. All that lovely techno, happy sound. It's exactly the sort of song I would turn up really loudly on an unseasonably warm winter's day in my first car, top down and everything. Everytime the chorus breaks in, I find myself waving my arms about, twisting my wrists into waving motions ... and I'm 20 again, wearing a flowery, blousy shirt and jeans, waiting for Spring to get here. It's lovely and sweet and coy and hopeful.
I am tired of sad love songs, people. Damn time someone wrote a decent, happy love song.
Every winter needs this sort of song to push us through till it really is Spring. Tell me, if you'd like ... Do you have one of these sorts of songs for yourself?
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Tuesday, January 24, 2006
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now
Idiot Kiss
The Bon Mots
le Main Drag
Just before daybreak
As the eavesdroppers crawled out
I saw a little doubt
Creep into the corners of your mouth
Not really digging your new mantra
Now I'm not digging my new mantra too
Don't like jokes
Jokes are too funny
Jokes don't tell me what I should do
Should I jump on in line
For the hot pants insurrection
Free your mind
Free yourself from my inspection
You're feeling fine
Got your eyes beyond the fences
It's no crime
Just some trumped up false pretenses
Read your red book at my own peril
Red book burning in the back of my mind
Red book dawning with the word eternal
Red book burning in the red book light
So if ignorance is bliss
Come on baby flip the switch
Give me that idiot kiss
Turn off my mind take a trip
Got a hot wire to my spine
Got me livid with desire
Come on come on
Give me that idiot kiss
Lying in the dirt
On the back of my high horse
High horse riding in to waste the day
Can't stop talking
Now you're making me nervous
Can't stop walking like a talking cliche
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The Bon Mots are playing on Friday and I'm going, whether I'm sniffling and sneezing and hacking up a lung. I missed Hard-Fi Sunday night and I'm not missing another awesome show.
Go listen to some of their songs, all easily accessed via their site.
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Thursday, January 05, 2006
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now
Burn*
Ray LaMontagne
Trouble
Oh mama don't walk away
I'm a goddam sore loser
I ain't too proud to stay
But I'm still thinking 'bout you
And I'm so lonesome without you
And I can't get you out of my mind
Oh mama don't leave me alone
with my soul sat down so tight it's like a stone cold tomb
Ain't it clear when I'm near you
I'm just dying to hear you
Calling my name one more time
Oh so don't pay no mind
To my watering eyes
Must be something in the air
That I'm breathing
Yes'n I try to ignore
All this blood on the floor
It's just this heart on my sleeve that's a bleeding
Oh mama don't walk away
You leave me here bereaving from the words so hard and plain
Saying the love that we had
was just selfish and sad
To see you now with him
is just making me mad
Oh so kiss him again
just to prove to me that you can
an I will stand here
and burn in my skin
Yes I will stand here
and burn in my skin
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After mentioning that I thought Tank should have listed Ray LaMontagne's "Trouble" as one of the best releases of the year it dawned on me that it had been some time since I'd last given the CD a spin. Or, the mp3 files, as it were.
Now that I've spent the evening listening to it, I don't think I ever really paid it the time I feel like paying it now, and I thought it was great back in October when I bought it. Wow. How fabulous is this guy? I think perhaps it's cold, rainy music, you know? It's cold and rainy here in Chicago and this music seems to fit things. Ray also will fit nicely over coffee and newspapers on a Sunday morning, too.
Burn is a short, sad little song but it's achingly beautiful. It's amazing anyone feels this sort of sentiment this deeply, but apparently Ray does.
*You'll have to register - for free - with Rhapsody, and possibly upgrade your Firefox brower, to listen to the song but trust me: so worth it.
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Friday, December 30, 2005
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now
A Love That Will Never Grow Old
Sung by Emmylou Harris
Written by Gustavo Santaolalla and Bernie Taupin
From the Brokeback Mountain soundtrack
Go to sleep, may your sweet dreams come true
Just lay back in my arms for one more night
I've this crazy old notion that calls me sometimes
Saying this one's the love of our lives.
Cause I know a love that will never grow old
And I know a love that will never grow old.
When you wake up the world may have changed
But trust in me, I'll never falter or fail
Just the smile in your eyes, it can light up the night,
And your laughter's like wind in my sails.
Lean on me, let our hearts beat in time,
Feel strength from the hands that have held you so long.
Who cares where we go on this rutted old road
In a world that may say that we're wrong.
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Because iTunes tends to be a bit fascist when comes to their songs, and because I still can't upload songs to my site, I've linked to an NPR bit that clips some of this beautiful song from the Brokeback Mountain soundtrack sung by Emmylou Harris. Ever hear a song and think someone else could have sung it better? Well, this is not one of those songs. You hear it and you know that only someone like Emmylou Harris could have done it justice.
You all need to go to iTunes and download it now.
[Edited to add, thanks to Sarah who says you can hear the soundtrack here. Look for the "Listen To Full Soundtrack" link!]
I post this song today for several reasons, and here are some of them: This holiday weekend, you all need to go and see Brokeback Mountain if you haven't already. I saw it two weeks ago when it was released here in Chicago and it is, hands down, one of the most beautiful films I've ever seen. If you aren't moved, and I'd even go so far as to changed, by this movie then I'm only left to believe that you have no soul. I'm not kidding when I say I'll probably try and catch it again this weekend and I never say that about a movie.
I love Emmylou Harris. When Wrecking Ball was released, when I was a sophomore in college, the music director of Bradley's radio station made me listen to it because, aside from my closeted love of Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson, I had a warped idea of what country music was really about. Since then, I am of that ilk who believes that bluegrass, alt-rock country and folk music is God's work.
Most importantly, I post this song today in honor of the wedding of one of my best friends on this planet. Tonight at 5 p.m., Jacquie and Kurt are marrying in our hometown of Joliet under the watchful and loving eyes of those who love them best.
I have known Jacquie since the first day of high school. If I had the time, I would dig up a picture of her when she was 14 so you could not only see how mighty her bangs were but also just how beautiful she was back then, too. Swear to God, I don't think the girl had an awkward phase.
Like so many people in our high school class, liking Jacquie and wanting to be around her was as simple as just being in her general vicinity. Jacquie is one of the reasons I believe that goodness exists in this world.
I have never told her this, but in high school the general consensus was that only one person walked the hallowed halls of JCA whom everyone - every single person - truly loved, respected and liked: Jacquie. When she was elected Homecoming Queen and All-School President it really was because the student body wanted her to have those designations of adolescent royalty.
I tend to wonder if that sort of blanket popularity has ever bogged down my friend, as being that well-lliked brings its own burdens. But being a true friend to everyone she meets seems to be her natural calling. There are few who you'd rather turn to than Jacquie when you need someone the most. JP always tells me that the true mark of an individual is his or her ability to affirm others, to make them feel good about who they are. That's Jacquie. Really.
While I have known her for 16 years now, we have only become as close as we now are in the past six. I cannot imagine how I would have gotten through the latter half of my 20s without her. During our weeknight dinners to our trips to lazy summer days when we all ditched work to head out to the lakefront and spend our time talking and planning and laughing, I have found the truest of friends in Jacquie.
Jacks, my life is blessed because you are in it. Congratulations, my friend. Love you.
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Friday, November 25, 2005
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now
Everybody Here Wants You
Jeff Buckley
Sketches for My Sweetheart The Drunk
Twenty-nine pearls in your kiss
A singing smile
Coffee smell and lilac skin
Your flame in me
Twenty-nine pearls in your kiss
A singing smile
Coffee smell and lilac skin
Your flame in me
I'm only here for this moment
I know everybody here wants you
I know everybody here thinks he needs you
I'll be waiting right here just to show you
How our love will blow it all away
Hmm, such a thing of wonder in this crowd
I'm a stranger in this town
You're free with me
And our eyes locked in downcast love
I sit here proud
Even now you're undressed in your dreams with me
Oh, I'm only here for this moment
I know everybody here wants you
I know everybody here thinks he needs you
I'll be waiting right here just to show you
How our love will blow it all away
I know the tears we cried
Have dried on yesterday
The sea of fools has parted for us
There's nothing in our way
My love
Don't you see, don't you see?
You're just the torch to put the flame to all our guilt and shame
And I'll rise like an ember in your name
I know I, I know I
I know everybody here wants you
I know everybody here thinks he needs you
I'll be waiting right here just to show you
Oh let me show you
That love can rise, rise just like embers
Love can taste like the wine of the ages, oh babe,
And I know they all looks so good from a distance
But I tell you I'm the one
I know everybody here, well, thinks he needs you
Think he needs you
And I'll be waiting right here just to show you.
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That is one of the most romantic songs ever written. I won't upload it to my site because you all need to go and buy your own copy. I know everyone says "Lover, You Should Have Come Over" is it but they're wrong. It's good, but it's a downer. It's a breakup song, people.
Today the Trib has a great article on the annual Jeff Buckley tribute at Uncommon Ground here in Chicago. I like to consider myself knowledgable of most notable musical happenings here in Chicago but I never knew about the two-day concert Buckley put on at Uncommon Ground back in 1994. Had no clue it ever happened until I read that article today.
God. I was still in high school. I wouldn't hear about Jeff Buckley until months later when I was in college and fully entrenched myself into the campus radio station.
I always know whether I'll like someone or not if Jeff Buckley makes his way into our conversation.
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Sunday, November 20, 2005
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now
I Still Miss Someone
Johnny Cash
The Fabulous Johnny Cash
(I still miss someone)
At my door the leaves are falling the cold wild wind will come
Sweethearts walk by together and I still miss someone
I go out on a party and look for a little fun
But I find a darkened corner cause I still miss someone
Though I never got over those blue eyes I see them everywhere
I miss those arms that held me when all the love was there
I wonder if she's sorry for leaving what we'd begun
There's someone for me somewhere and I still miss someone
(I still miss someone)
Though I never got over...
(I still miss someone)
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My friend, Jen, and I went to see Walk The Line today. It was awesome. Jen and I are both big fans of Johnny Cash and weren't about to let any time pass before seeing the movie. A friend of mine said to me the other day that he was worried about seeing it for fear that it couldn't live up to who he and June Carter Cash were to their fans. It's a good point, and one I armed myself with today.
But, I walked out of the theater amazed. The story of Johnny and June Carter Cash is nothing short of amazing. Sarah Vowell did a piece on them for This American Life that no Johnny Cash fan should go without hearing. Fast-forward to around 47:00 to get by the other pieces. Now that I think about it, veryone should hear it, fan or not.
Walk The Line probably didn't move me the way Vowell's piece did, but it came close. "I Still Miss Someone" is one of my favorite songs, it didn't get used in the movie but whatever.
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Monday, November 07, 2005
What's Playing on Erin's iPod Right Now
Sorry Signs On Cash Machines
Mason Jennings
Century Spring
Oh, my heart is a thoroughbred
I can't sleep in my bed
Everything is burning up inside me
I need something i can feel
Cigarettes and a driving wheel and
Oh, my god, when you cross your legs beside me
I know true love don't love like anybody else
I know your heart don't beat like anybody else
When it all comes down to kerosene
And sorry signs on cash machines
And it don't look like anything you've dreamed of
I won't let you give it up
With sorry sighs and forced bad luck
Come on baby, you know what we're made of
I know true love don't love like anybody else
I know your heart don't beat like anybody else
And all these burning battlefields are now behind us
Life has brought us here together to remind us
That love will rise above it all and just keep growing
Life keeps flowing, and every moment starts right here with us
I know true love don't love like anybody else
I know your heart don't beat like anybody else
Dan and Trish put this song on their wedding favor CD. I know Dan has been a Mason Jennings fan for some time; I have two other mix CDs from Dan that have Mason Jenning songs on them. Dan has the best taste in music of almost anyone I know, always has, and the CD he and his new bride put together rocks.
I've been listening to it since Saturday night when the reception ended. A wonderful wedding. Good times.
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Sunday, October 23, 2005
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now
Sugar On The Floor
Written by Kiki Dee
Sung by Etta James
Burnin' Down the House: Live at the House of Blues
You're a stranger to me
Then you give me your life
I toss it to one side
Still you're sweeter to me
When we lie on the shore
It's warm where you are
But my lips just don't burn
I feel so insecure
When you try to be kind
Could I ask for more
Looking at you now I know you only want to find me
Still I need a reason to leave the past behind me
Behind me
There ain't no easy way
To learn how to fly
I hope that I can kill
When I turn around you're there
Should I ask for more
I feel like sugar on the floor
I feel like sugar on the floor
Last night I was at a party and by the end of the night someone had turned the TV to Austin City Limits and there was Etta James, singing this song. I'd never heard it before and, the song being what it is and Etta being, well, Etta frickin' James, I sat transfixed. I think at one point I muttered "Oh my JESUS. SING IT." What makes this notable is that the song was written by Kiki Dee, of "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" fame.
FOR REAL.
Elton John recorded it on a UK B-side in 1975. Etta's version is off of her 2002 live performance from the House Of Blues. It shouldn't come as a surprise that a song about feeling used and scared to trust someone who has let you down, time and time again, just might sound better coming out of Etta James than Elton John. Both versions are nice, but you know -- Etta James.
I'd like to add that I'm trying to fix my FTP so I can upload songs again. For now, trust me. Good song. The Fall is the perfect time for R&B and the Blues. It really is.
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Wednesday, October 19, 2005
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now ...
Martha
by Tom Waits
Closing Time
Operator, number, please:
it's been so many years
Will she remember my old voice
while I fight the tears?
Hello, hello there, is this Martha?
this is old Tom Frost,
And I am calling long distance,
don't worry 'bout the cost.
'Cause it's been forty years or more,
now Martha please recall,
Meet me out for coffee,
where we'll talk about it all.
And those were the days of roses,
poetry and prose and Martha
all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
And I feel so much older now,
and you're much older too,
How's your husband?
and how's the kids?
you know that I got married too?
Lucky that you found someone
to make you feel secure,
'Cause we were all so young and foolish,
now we are mature.
And those were the days of roses,
poetry and prose and Martha
all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
And I was always so impulsive,
I guess that I still am,
And all that really mattered then
was that I was a man.
I guess that our being together
was never meant to be.
And Martha, Martha,
I love you can't you see?
And those were the days of roses,
poetry and prose and Martha
all I had was you and all you had was me.
There was no tomorrows,
we'd packed away our sorrows
And we saved them for a rainy day.
And I remember quiet evenings
trembling close to you...
No matter what I am at in my life, happy or sad, Tom Waits always has this way of making me sit still for a moment. Just for a moment. This came on tonight and I remember when I first heard it. I was in high school and I truly didn't understand how anyone could feel this much longing and regret but part of me really wanted to find out.
Tom Waits was one of the first artists I was ever turned on to that made me realize I could never not care about music again. Not when people like him are in the world.
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Sunday, September 11, 2005
What's Playing On Erin's iPod Right Now
Parting Gift
Fiona Apple
I opened my eyes
While you were kissing me once more than once
And you looked as sincere as a dog
Just as sincere as a dog does,
When it's the food on your lips with which it's in love
I bet you could never tell
That I knew you didn't know me that well
It is my fault you see
You never learned that much from me
Oh you silly stupid pastime of mine
You were always good for rhyme
And from the first to the last time
The sign says stop
But we went on whole hearted it ended bad
But I love what we started it says stop
But we went on whole hearted it ended bad
But I love what we started
I took off my glasses
While you were yelling at me once more than once
So as not to see you see me react
Should've put 'em, should've put 'em on again
So I could see you see me sincerely yelling back
I bet your fortress face
Belied your fort of lace
It is by the grace of me
You never learned what I could see
Oh you silly stupid pastime of mine
You were always good for rhyme
And from the first to all the last time
All the sign says stop
But we went on whole hearted it ended bad
But I love what we started it says stop
But we went on whole hearted it ended bad
[This is Fiona's new single. Actually, she's officially releasing the album many of us have had copies of for some time now. The whole thing rocks. She rocks.]
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Friday, August 05, 2005
What's Playing on Erin's iPod Right Now
Side Of The Road
sung by Ben Folds
written by Lucinda Williams
You wait in the car on the side of the road
Let me go and stand a while
I wanna know you're there
But I wanna be alone
If only for a minute or two
I wanna see what it feels like to be without you
I wanna feel the touch of my own skin
Against the sun
Against the wind
I walked out in a field, the grass was high
It brushed against my legs
I just stood and looked out at the open space
And a farmhouse out a ways
And I wondered about the people who lived in it
And I wondered if they were happy and content
Were there children and a man and a wife?
Did she love him and take her hair down at night?
If I stray away too far from you
Don't go and try to find me
It doesn't mean that I don't love you
It don't mean I won't come back and stay beside you
It only means I need a little time
To follow that unbroken line
To a place where the wild things grow
To a place where I always used to go
If only for a minute or two
I wanna see what it feels like to be without you
I wanna know the touch of my own skin
Against the sun
Against the wind
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