Keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn

Did you feel a change in the atmosphere Tuesday? Like the world got a little better and colors were brighter and while life might still have been kicking your ass, at least it was wearing slippers instead of steel-toed boots?

It’s on account of The Album.

Mumford’s new one, DUH.

They played some of this stuff at their concert I saw last month wherein I confirmed my suspicions, that Marcus Mumford has the voice of an angel.

Download it/buy it/order it/watch it on YouTube/borrow it from a friend or whatever you need to do, just get it. It’s that good.

Current favorite obsession?

This one.

I can’t even…

What music does – what REALLY good music does – is takes you away. No matter the drama, no matter the day you’ve had, the week you’ve had, the year you’ve had, a good song (or better yet, a good album, which are few and far between) pulls you out of it. At least for the time you’re listening.

There are many times I’ve just sat and listened. Nothing else, just listened to a song and let my mind close off to all of the other stresses and problems and worries of the day.

It’s not something that’s happened as many times as I would prefer, and it’s a practice I’m reinstating. A few minutes a day, just to zone out and concentrate on nothing but listening to or singing along with a good song. A song that makes your heart and mind and soul smile. And I’m so serious, you guys, that song you just (hopefully) listened to, that’s one of them for me.

What’s your song going to be?

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Little Talks. Lil’ bitty ones.

Full disclosure – when I give you a song, I don’t watch more than about 30 seconds of the music video. Mostly I just let it play in the background while I write about it.

That is all.

Unless it’s OK Go, because those have the tendency to be RI-DONK.

This one is weird as hell. Like, Bjork weird. In fact, I think she’s in there. Or her doppleganger…But good song.

I came upon this song when it was on the radio randomly last week. And I didn’t get the name, because I was on my way somewhere and had to get out of the car before that robot girl on 102.3 told me what it was. She’s so reliable…

I also didn’t Shazam it, because, hello, DRIVING. Also, there are stupid amounts of orange barrels in the roads these days I have to pay special attention to avoid and I feel that Shazam wouldn’t be conducive to such activities.

So anyways, to find out the song – I listened to just about every song in the iTunes Top 10, not counting the ones I already knew, owned, or knew who it wasn’t. I did that until I found it. I knew it’d be on there too, because the radio is dumb these days and only plays songs once they know everyone likes it, they don’t really promote the whole “Get into some new music” thing. It sucks.

So yeah. Of Monsters and Men is the group, and Little Talks is the song. It has trumpets. And sounds somewhat Mumfordish. Plus a girl singer.

And I already did the detective work of finding out the who and what and the video for you!

You’re welcome.

Concert crush

The last concert I attended was Katy Perry.

And it was amazing.

So, I had to follow it up with something equally as awesome, if not more.

And I think I did.

The other night I saw Mumford and Sons at the Waterfront. And it was ridiculous – and by ridiculous here I mean, of course, INSANELY good. And I’m kind of in love with it. Is that possible? I mean, in love with them?

This is their new song….I’m obsessed.

And to add a cherry on top of the amazing sundae the concert introduced me to Dawes.

LOVE IT.

It was like this. Only more live. And in Louisville.

Also, Marcus Mumford has the voice of an angel. There, I said it.

Now what do I do?

The Olympics are over, you all.

We have to wait four more years. And don’t even say “Oh, but there’s winter games,” because those don’t even come close.

Ice skating is not as fun as gymnastics to watch and while I’ll tune in for some skiing, it’s no swimming and diving..

And it’s because of these Olympics I have a new song on rotation.

Yes, it’s by a guy that won American Idol, but.. it doesn’t sound like it’s by a guy that won American Idol.

It was the theme song of the Olympics and if you excuse me, I’m gonna go listen to it on repeat as part of my continued morning process that this year’s Games are over.

So sweet I got a toothache

I’m a fan of sweet little love songs.

Yes, I love the ballads and the hardcore Adele-type love stuff, but my favorite songs about the L-word are more of the Jason Mraz, “I’m Yours” type.

Cutesy stuff and whatnot. With my generally tough exterior, who’d have guessed, right? Shh.

So it’s actually because of Jason Mraz that I found this little lady, Tristan Prettyman. She opened for him when I saw him in Nashville years ago, that one concert where we were so close to the stage and I swear he looked right at us, right Rebeck?

You might recognize it as that song from Juno. At the end. And it might be my favorite one of hers. I mean with lyrics like this, why wouldn’t it be?

If you were a wink, I’d be a nod.
If you were a seed, well I’d be a pod.
If you were the floor, I’d wanna be the rug.
And if you were a kiss, I know I’d be a hug.

If you were the wood, I’d be the fire.
If you were the love, I’d be the desire.
If you were a castle, I’d be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I’d learn to float.

All I want is you, will you be my bride
Take me by the hand and stand by my side.
All I want is you, will you stay with me?
Hold me in your arms and sway me like the sea.

The sweetest.

Playlist fo da summah

Sometimes I get really tired of all of the music on my iPhone. And then I’m greatfuil for Pandora and for the iPhone’s capabilities to let me listen to music through THAT rather than the songs I spent money on.

Because that makes all the sense in the world.

I don’t make mixed CDs anymore, because that is so 2000 and late. Plus I have one of those cars where you can plug in your iPod and play music. ‘CAUSE I’M RICH, BEEEYOTCH.

Ha. I wish. Would solve several problems I’ve had as of late and get that pit of anxiety out of my stomach. Unless it’s not anxiety and it’s just residual meat from my weak week in Savannah.

Wanna know what’s on my playlist? I bet you do.

There’s a lot of repeat performers on there and some I’ve written about before, but all do the same – make me smile. Or feel relaxed. Or want to be taking a nap in a hammock with sounds of waves crashing in the background. I don’t ask for much.

1. “Be Calm,” Fun.

2. “Be Here Now,” Ray Lamontagne

3. “Bein’ Green,” Damian McGinty

4. “The Cave,” Mumford and Sons

5. “Concrete Wall,” Zee Avi

6. “Cry,” Lea Michele

7. “Falling,” The Civil Wars

8. “Fix You,” Coldplay

9. “Frank D. Fixer,” Jason Mraz

10. “I Guess I Should Go To Sleep,” Jack White

11. “Meg White,” Ray Lamontagne

12. “Hannah,” Ray Lamontagne

13. “One More Night,” Maroon 5

14. “Shake It Out,” Florence and the Machine

15. “Talk Show Host,” Radiohead

16. “Thistle and Weeds,” Mumford and Sons

17. “To Whom It May Concern,” The Civil Wars

18. “Wide Awake,” Katy Perry

19. “93 Million Miles,” Jason Mraz

20. “Giving Up,” Ingrid Michaelson

21. “Until You,” Dave Barnes

22. “Blow Me (One Last Kiss),” Pink

23. “Your Song,” Ellie Goulding*
*Elton John’s is, of course, the best, but this is giving the Moulin Rouge version a run for its money when it comes to second place.

24. “Hey Jude,” The Beatles

25. “Love The Way You Lie, Pt. III,” Skylar Grey

26. “Wipe Your Eyes,” Maroon 5

27. “50 Ways To Say Goodbye,” Train

You’re welcome. Now get to downloadin’.

Home sweet home

One day I’m going to make a playlist full of songs all about home. And send it to somebody that’s homesick. Or would that be counterproductive?

Regardless, this song will be on it. No doubt.

B.A. (Before Adele)

Long before I discovered counseling, I had my own version of therapy. It was called “listen to this song because it’s about exactly what you’re going through so someone GETS you right now, it’s like they KNOW.”

And then I turned 16 and wised up.

Just kidding.

Throughout my teenage years, then college to now, I’ve always been one to find that song or that playlist that just fits. It fits my mood, it fits my life, it fits my situation, its like someone looked inside my head then wrote it.

I have like, 4 CDs from college I made when I was on the low side of the depression spectrum and I listen to them now and know exactly what was going on then. And, strangely, a lot of them were full of country music. (The Roommate will be so proud.)

Nowadays, most of the songs I listen to or have on my selected playlist are for their quality. Or their cool lyrics. Or the fact that they are rap songs from back in the day and I still know all the words and want to sing them loud in my car.

Every once in a while one will come along that I really grab on to. It seems to read my mind.

And sometimes, my mind, like almost anyone else in the world unless they are a robot, is angsty. Not about any one thing in particular really, but when it’s love-related, it’s Adele. Except, B.A. (Before Adele) nobody did angsty like Maroon Five. And they’re apparently still at it.

Because I am hooked on “Payphone.” Not because I’m hung up on a boy or because it brings back memories of having to use an actual pay phone once upon a time, like when I needed my parents to come pick me up from the movie theater.

Nah. It’s just a catchy, angsty song. And it has my two favorite curse words in it. And Adam Levine’s sweet, sweet voice. So that can’t hurt.

Perfect for my soundtrack. And Grey’s Anatomy’s.

At the end of last season I gave up on Grey’s Anatomy. I’ll probably go back to it eventually when its all on DVD just to see what happened after I left, but it just got to be too melodramatic for me. I got tired of watching a show where every week I couldn’t stop crying over fictional characters. So now, instead, I watch a show about the zombie apocalypse.

That said, it had/has some killer music. Shonda Rhimes has a good ear for things. And this song, if it hasn’t been on there already, would fit perfectly.

Also I like it a lot.