Natalie Merchant has also been kind of fascinating to me. She’s a cross between every cool English teacher you’ve ever had and the girl in your class who wears peasant skirts every day. And like so many really interesting artists, the “hits” she’s scored are never that representative of what she actually does. But she still sounds great, and she totally got that water bottle at Whole Foods.
(I want to work at NPR more than ever…)
If you’re not listening to Jason Isbell, your life is not complete. Here’s an old concert for your listening pleasure.
And here’s my current favorite song from his most recent album.
The new Johnny and June? I think so.
I love talented kids, and these two have so many great videos, but I decided to go with what I think is one of their originals.
I rewatched this video lately and became re-obsessed with Glen Hansard and Lisa Hannigan.
If I ever meet Patty Griffin I’m going to hug her. She just makes me happy.
She has such a sweet voice…
These guys are from Hartford, just a hop, skip, and a jump across the river. ( I swear I’ve heard one of their songs on a Behr paint commercial.)
I never tire of Mumford & Sons. They’re working on a new album and I can hardly wait. And “Timshel” is one of those songs that I forget about until I hear it and I love it all over again. But it’s funny, when I read East of Eden as a kid in school, we only read parts of the rather enormous book, but I really liked it. And whenever I Google the word “timshel” that old Steinbeck classic appears. In fact, Timshel.org is nothing but a passage from the book. The word has come to mean, in part because of Steinbeck, “thou mayest” and represent the idea of man’s struggle between good and evil.
Seems to me like it’s a good name for a cat…but all my pets have names.
When I was in Dublin with my friend Tracy a few years back we were walking down Grafton Street one night, on our way from the hotel to Temple Bar, Gogarty’s and beyond. We encountered a group of men busking, who instantly started singing us Britney Spears songs upon learning we were American. They were sweet, and among a number of really great people we met there. We remember it fondly, but I have to say, I would have rather been there for this:
Glen Hansard and Damien Rice are two of my favorite Irishmen — even if Rice is looking a bit like the Unabomber these days. I would have given them every dime I had. (I wonder how much money they made for charity that night?)