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Check it out here: The Music and Arts Journal
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Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Bounce
It's hard to say why I'm driven at all. I heard someone say, Hope springs eternal. I guess in a nutshell, that's me.
I can have the worst day and some how, the feeling comes over me that maybe tomorrow will be a better day. It isn't always. But I keep on believing that it could be.
Sometimes when it was just the two of us, things were really hard on my daughter and me. I'd wonder to myself, what is it all for? Is there a point to any of this?
Sometimes, she would get down. I'd tell her, believing it with all my heart,"It won't always be like this. It's going to get better."
Maybe because I want to believe when we're hitting rock bottom, it has to get better. There's no where else to go from there but up. Have you ever seen a hard rubber ball hit the floor? It can only bounce as high as the force with which it hit.
Here's to falling harder. And while you think about that, listen to Martina sing Anyway.
I can have the worst day and some how, the feeling comes over me that maybe tomorrow will be a better day. It isn't always. But I keep on believing that it could be.
Sometimes when it was just the two of us, things were really hard on my daughter and me. I'd wonder to myself, what is it all for? Is there a point to any of this?
Sometimes, she would get down. I'd tell her, believing it with all my heart,"It won't always be like this. It's going to get better."
Maybe because I want to believe when we're hitting rock bottom, it has to get better. There's no where else to go from there but up. Have you ever seen a hard rubber ball hit the floor? It can only bounce as high as the force with which it hit.
Here's to falling harder. And while you think about that, listen to Martina sing Anyway.
I'm a week into January feeling the most reflective I ever have. All the thought provoking songs coming to mind in a stream... The ones that pull at the heart, the ones that make you wonder how long winter will last, when summer will return.
I picture Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath in dark print dresses, having tea on cold iron patio furniture, in a misting rain, under a cement colored November sky. Until their hair hangs in dripping strands and their faces shine wet. Talking about end times.
But only theirs.
I picture Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath in dark print dresses, having tea on cold iron patio furniture, in a misting rain, under a cement colored November sky. Until their hair hangs in dripping strands and their faces shine wet. Talking about end times.
But only theirs.
What Are Your Favorite Tunes?
I am partial to Kenny G's version of the Chanukah song. I really don't think there's enough songs out there Celebrating Hanukkah on mainstream radio. (Unless you count Adam Sandler's version.)
My daughter tells me every year that she just HAS to hear "Chestnuts", the original version by Nat King Cole, or it isn't a good year. She never seems to tire of it, or Paul Mc Cartney's A Wonderful Christmas Time... this one's for Sam...
If one song really makes it for me, is just about any rendition of I'll be Home for Christmas, even though I haven't been able to for over twenty years. But I am a huge Michael Buble fan... enjoy.
Go Fish@ Christmas
There are things that I'm willing to let slide, what you think of immigration, who you want to vote for and whether or not a person's sexual orientation is ordained at birth.
Then December hits and one thing only matters to me. The coming of Christ, His birthday. What he sacrificed so that we could gain.
You want to believe in your God, I want to believe in mine.
You can wish me well in your language and I will wish you well in mine.
I don't have a problem if you want to celebrate your holidays, why do you have a problem with mine?
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS!!
The Spirit of Music
They're Playing Our Song...
It doesn’t matter how many times I play the song. Every time I put it on, I think about the last time we met. And it all comes flooding back.
And if I stretch out my hand even a little bit, he is there to take hold of it. It doesn’t matter if I feel like listening to the song, because really, plenty of times I didn’t. There were days I didn’t even want to think about him, didn’t think I was up to meeting with him.
It doesn’t matter how rotten I feel.
Or if I feel worth it.It doesn’t matter how anxious, depressed, hopeless, hurting or mad I feel, he always shows up and I feel better. I feel changed. And you know, it’s kinda funny too. Because sometimes, the song will play on the radio and I think I see Jesus smile. I can almost hear him say, “Listen, they’re playing our song.”
It doesn’t matter how many times I play the song. Every time I put it on, I think about the last time we met. And it all comes flooding back.
And if I stretch out my hand even a little bit, he is there to take hold of it. It doesn’t matter if I feel like listening to the song, because really, plenty of times I didn’t. There were days I didn’t even want to think about him, didn’t think I was up to meeting with him.
It doesn’t matter how rotten I feel.
Or if I feel worth it.It doesn’t matter how anxious, depressed, hopeless, hurting or mad I feel, he always shows up and I feel better. I feel changed. And you know, it’s kinda funny too. Because sometimes, the song will play on the radio and I think I see Jesus smile. I can almost hear him say, “Listen, they’re playing our song.”
Meddle
This is a shout out to one of my favorite drummers and now favored Tech, a tune from Meddle
Seven years after the fact and I have to wonder at times if this wasn't the reason. It must be an American thing. I can't leave well enough alone. Enjoy the tune. I haven't heard it since I discovered writing on paper...
Seven years after the fact and I have to wonder at times if this wasn't the reason. It must be an American thing. I can't leave well enough alone. Enjoy the tune. I haven't heard it since I discovered writing on paper...
Somewhere
I like this version of this song, a classic,
that I have always loved.
Kudos to Israel Kamakawiwo'ole.
And you will be treated to a week of video clips that are full of strange and wonderful meanings to me.
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