summer tale

sometimes I like to make pretty videos of my wife. this is one of them. we took a walk in the woods and enjoy the summer evening. The song that is playing in the video i really enjoy. it is called " I Can't Get You Out of My Mind" by Matthew Perryman Jones. Enjoy.

im irish....

claire asked me to make her a mix full of irish tunes from my itunes. while i was putting together a collection of fun, whiskey drinking, toe tapping and story telling tunes. I then remembered Kate Rubsy. Anyone heard of her? Well if not, you should. Check out the album called "Ten" which is a greatest hits collection. Her voice is heart-breaking and her story telling (that is how irish sing by the way) whimsickle!
"Ten" reminds me of winter of 2004. I remember driving to westboro, ma and going to six or seven record shops trying to find this record before i returned to college. I finally found it in a borders books. It was winter time, snow was on the ground and sun was going down. Irish music has wonderful winter emotions. I know it is summer. but it feels good to feel cold. At least when it is 95 outside.

in the morning

i must admit.
i have been enjoying some Banana Nut Cheerios.
i think i eat about three bowls a day.

windmills

sunday nights are sad.
tomorrow starts another week and five days until time to rest.
this seaon in my life. i am waiting. i am just sitting on the shore.

i want to chase a windmill. anyone want to join?

until then i am enjoying a song Windmills by Toad the Wet Sprocket


I spend too much time raiding windmills
We go side by side laugh until it's right

Take the darkest hour break it open
Water to repair what we have broken

There's something that you won't show
Waiting where the light goes
And anyway the wind blows
All worth waiting for

Pull on the borders to lighten the load
Tell all the passengers we're going home

I spend too much time seeking shelter
World without end couldn't hold her

Listen to the "Windmills by Toad the Wet Sprocket"

1:33 am. secrets of the new explorers

its late.
i have work in the morning and my body isn't tired. ever since i have been young. i have had problems sleeping. i lay awhile in my bed in the dark and allow my imagine to take control over me. I hear cars flying by my window and the wind shaking the wooden floor in my hall way.
I finally give up. Wrestle through the house to find earphones without waking my wife.
First into my left ear and then my right right ear.

I closed my eyes and imagined flying in space. Imagine myself lost within the dark with pin holes of light all around me. It is quiet. It is still. I pray for awhile, asking for God to make my path clear. I take a breathe.

I put on Glen Phillips Ep. called "Secrets of the New Explorers". For me, it's a little musical journey while I lay awake within my sleepless head. These songs are a departure from his traditional work but a breathe of fresh and bizarre feel. It takes a few listens to get the direction but listen to the lyrics and allow the emotion of searching and loneliness seek in. The one thing I love about Glen Phillips music is that he brings a tangable approach to human emotion of sadness but always finds a way to leave you with a bit hope to carry on. I like that. Below are two songs from the Ep. "Secrets of the New Explorers". I am enjoy them greatly as I lay awake tonight.

"a dream"

still your voice now
listen long
only wind
and sparrow song

feel the earth
beneath your feet
the salt sea air
the sun's soft heat
they're not going to take it all away
empty cities
rising seas
room for hope
and simple dreams

they can have
the moon and stars
and what they've left
is only ours
they're not going to take it all away
life is but a dream
and it's time to wake up

oh life is but a dream
it's time to wake up



"the spirit of shackleton"

there is no exaggeration
i am truly alone
100 million clicks
and 8 long months from home

but i'm holding to my promise
i'll land and plant the flag
for god and corporation
and the glory of all man

there's no law that could touch me
my sins are mine to keep
i'm a rocket, i'm an island
and on my shore she sleeps

i'm not coming back from here
i've been too far
i'm cold but i'm not scared
in the Spirit of Shackleton

there are droplets of crimson
they surround me as they drift
bonding together
or bursting into mist
so i open up my mouth
and i offer out my tongue
they are salty and sweet
like the memory of love

to miss a show:

went to Charleston to see Matthew Perryman Jones.
it was good.
check out his music and support it!

it made me want to have my own concert venue.
maybe that is the direction i need to go in....

the wife.