I cry every single time…
But then there’s this:
I cry every single time…
But then there’s this:
Brandi Carlile wowed people on The Grammy’s. Unfortunately, I missed that performance–at least the live broadcast–but her newest album has been in heavy rotation at my house for months. Then, recently, I saw that this song made President Obama’s playlist last year. I thought that was a good reason to share.
I love Tiny Desk Concerts and Patty Griffin. I have no idea how I haven’t seen this before. Obviously YouTube’s algorithm has failed me.
A couple of weeks ago we finally made it to The Stone Church in Brattleboro. If you like live music, it doesn’t get much better than this place. It’s literally an old church with great acoustics, beautiful stained glass, and a giant organ. And boy is it intimate…
Brian and I were there see our friends Ashley Storrow and Putnam Smith. They were opening for a band we hadn’t heard of. They were great, just like we knew they would be.
The big surprise of the night, though, was Town Meeting. It was the best live show I’ve seen in a long time. At one point Brian turned to me and said, “I saw The Dropkick Murphys on the small stage at a Warped Tour back in the ’90s… and I feel like I just had the same kind of experience. We’re never going to be able to see these guys in a setting like this again.” Continue reading
Auld Lang Syne!
There’s something much less creepy about this song when these women are the ones singing it.
There’s something about Lorde’s voice that makes you want to listen to her sing just about anything…but it helps when it’s a Simon & Garfunkel classic. (Also she’s such a happy, goofy nerd that she’s mesmerizing to watch.)
What do you think the best song ever written is? If you said “Both Sides Now” by Joni Mitchell, join the club.
I’ve probably already posted this song, but I couldn’t just let a crying Emmylou Harris go…
But here’s a bonus just because.
Honestly, this guy can do no wrong…
This weekend I’m moving the last out of my stuff out of the house I’ve called home for six years, and going on a new adventure in Vermont. This seemed fitting.
I’m a t a point where I feel like, if you don’t like Alabama Shakes, you may not have a soul.
What says summer more than the Florida Keys? Seriously, if you missed The New Basement tapes, go download it now.
I’d say you had to be there, but it’s actually pretty great a week later…