I know I'm way behind the times but loving this song so recently. But if you know me, you know my whole life has been a study in loving things way after it's hip. I'm ok with that. And to show you just how under a musical rock I have been, I will share this.
One night, back in 2008, I was flipping around the channels as I am want to do. I stopped to watch this performance. It was by a guy I've never heard of (again because I'm tragically out of touch). It was a song I had never heard (see previous parenthetic comment). I remember being struck by the emotion of the performance. I had assumed it was honoring someone who had died because everyone seemed very moved by the song. And the song itself made me want to cry. The performer sounded as if he was trying not to cry. I now believe it might have been a case of nerves. But who knows.
Either way, the song haunted the recesses of my mind periodically but I knew nothing of it and wouldn't have known how to hunt it down.
Enter my old roommate Darcy. We talked the other night and she told me she's ready to design my album cover. But I had to promise to include a cover of this certain song. It's called Hallelujah. It's by Leonard Cohen. I asked what the song was and she described it. I grabbed my iPod Touch, pulled up YouTube and found the Jeff Buckley version of the song. WOW! It was that song I had seen so briefly back in 2008! And it was still amazing.
So now I knew the song name and author. And if you go to YouTube, you can see like 8 million cover versions of the song. Some good, some they need to just quit it. But the Jeff Buckley version (see embedded video below) or the Damien Rice version (see other embedded video below) seem to really capture the soul of the song - for me anyway. Leonard Cohen's live version is killer. And I love the man. But I'm a sucker for gorgeous vocals. And Leonard is a genius. But he will be the first to admit he is NOT a gorgeous vocalificationer.
Anyway, I thought I'd post the song for you to check out. More than likely you are all way more hip than I and have already heard about 16 versions of it either in Shrek or The OC or some other TV show or movie. But it's a new find for me and I love it.
And if I ever really do get off my duff and record that album Darcy wants me to record, I will probably mangle yet another unnecessary cover of this song. So I ask for your forgiveness in advance.
Here is a link to the Jeff Buckley version. The embed code was disabled by request. Sorry.
Here is the Damien Rice live version from the 2008 Rock & Roll Hall of Fame show I saw.
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Sunday, June 07, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
How To Feel Old In One Easy Step
This past Friday evening, I was able to hang out with 4 really cool friends. Three of which are friends from my Boston music scene days.
Kay & USAMike were in town with their band Letters To Cleo. A million years ago, my band had opened for Letters To Cleo up in Boston. Kay & USAMike are now married and living in LA. They write, produce, manage, perform - they do it all. They're both extraordinarily talented. Kay is behind the My Friends Tigger and Pooh show on the Disney Channel. She wrote and sang the theme song and incidental music for that show. She also pitched that show to Disney and they ran with it. Kay has also written lots of songs for Hannah Montana and various movies (everything from Josie & The Pussycats to Care Bears). She voiced the singing voice for Josie in the live action movie. I have the soundtrack and it actually rocks. She and USAMike collaborate with a lot of other musicians. I'm just very happy for them that they are making a good living from music. It is an ugly business and can eat you alive. Fortunately, these two have figured out how to do it without being eaten.
Jess & Jeff are two friends now living in my area of Texas. Jess and I were in a Boston Rock Opera production of the Rocky Horror Show together. Seems like that was a million years ago. She's a total sweet heart and we've kept in touch - strangely - through our myriad of mutual friends. I would always see her commenting on a friend's page on MySpace or Facebook. Recently, we realized we both lived in the same area and started talking. This past Friday was our first successful attempt at actually getting together.
I was nervous about meeting Jess's hubby. Their Facebook pictures look very hip and cool. I am anything but hip and cool. They are in a band together - still doing the music thing. I've met enough rock-star-wannabes to be wary of people who are still in the music scene. There are enough of them out there who care too much about the cool/hip factor and it can make a normal person like me feel very out of place. So I was worried about meeting her cool hubby.
As it turns out, both Jess & Jeff are just completely normal goofballs like me. As we all kept saying, we are all quite dorkitudinous. [Spell check loved that word!] I immediately felt at ease with both of them. I mean, keep in mind, I haven't see Jess since before Pokemon Boy was born. Probably 1999. We met for dinner at a little pub down town. We hung and talked. We regaled her hubby with stories of the old Boston music scene. He's from Chicago so doesn't know much about the Boston bands.
Eventually, we texted Kay to get her where abouts. She was headed to the club so we all went over. It was SOOO awesome to see Kay again. I hadn't seen her since Jan 2008. So the last time she had seen me, I was mid divorce. I was also wrestling with depression, anxiety and had just started having migraines. I was also a lot thinner - ah the lovely Divorce Diet!
The last time I had seen her wonderful hubby USAMike...I don't even know. It was when Pokemon Boy was maybe...a year old? We had all gone to their house near Boston. So that would have been 2001 or 2002? Not sure. But way too long.
I hugged them both until their heads popped off. Well, not really. But you get the idea. We did all the intros and hung a bit backstage.
They toured the Texas leg with a band called Cruiserweight. They were awesome. Then Letters To Cleo went on. Now, I have to tell you, when I was doing music and photography in Boston, I rarely ran into these guys. I knew who they were but wasn't a big fan. At that time, there was an explosion of female fronted bands where the ladies were playing up the cutesy pie factor. As a chick who built her entire music persona on "tough chick", I couldn't stand the baby doll girls. I thought Kay was one such vapid chick. Over the years, God did his thing where he put us in close proximity and I realized she was an awesome person, ate some crow and got a great new friend or two out of it. But anyway, as a band, Letters To Cleo has really grown. I personally think they are so much better now than they were back then. Kay is a great front person. USAMike is a great guitarist. They're both awesome song writers. I'm very impressed and glad to know them both. The rest of their band are awesome guys, too.
During their set, Jess, Jeff and I amused ourselves by taking pictures with our various cameras. After the set, we went backstage to say our goodbyes. I'm telling you, at 12:30 midnight, I'm usually either in bed with my iPod Touch playing Sudoku or asleep. So when Kay texted me after the show saying, "Hang around," I wasn't sure I'd make it. Doesn't she realize I'm OLD?!
The band had a meet & greet to sign autographs. I knew I wouldn't make it that long. So we hugged the sweaty rock stars and headed out.
Once at our cars, we realized it had been about 5 hours since we had eaten. So Jess, Jeff & I headed out to an awesome all-night diner thang. I remember thinking, "I am too OLD for these late hours," but I wanted migas!
We hung at the diner for a long time just yapping and eating. I just had so much fun hanging out with these two. Eventually, we parted company and I drove home. I was so tired but made it home fine. I went to bed around 3:15am. This used to be normal for me - back in my 20s. Which was 20 years ago!!!!!
As we all know from multiple previous posts, my mom ROCKS (can I get an amen?). She knew I'd be out later than normal (I doubt she'd thought 3am, though). So she took my boys for a sleepover and planned a morning of fun for them so I could sleep in.
I had a blast. But didn't recover from the late night as quickly as I did 20 years ago. And I have to tell you, my self esteem was struggling. Nothing like hanging out in a club full of very fit and hip people younger than you to really feel good about yourself. HA!
I had a blast. But it reminds me that I have chosen the path in life that suits me. I love being a mom in the suburbs. I'm not a rocker chick any more. Singing backups in my church worship band suits me perfectly. I have never been more fulfilled musically. And I have the freedom to see my friends perform now and then.
God sure has put some cool people in my life.
Kay & USAMike were in town with their band Letters To Cleo. A million years ago, my band had opened for Letters To Cleo up in Boston. Kay & USAMike are now married and living in LA. They write, produce, manage, perform - they do it all. They're both extraordinarily talented. Kay is behind the My Friends Tigger and Pooh show on the Disney Channel. She wrote and sang the theme song and incidental music for that show. She also pitched that show to Disney and they ran with it. Kay has also written lots of songs for Hannah Montana and various movies (everything from Josie & The Pussycats to Care Bears). She voiced the singing voice for Josie in the live action movie. I have the soundtrack and it actually rocks. She and USAMike collaborate with a lot of other musicians. I'm just very happy for them that they are making a good living from music. It is an ugly business and can eat you alive. Fortunately, these two have figured out how to do it without being eaten.
Jess & Jeff are two friends now living in my area of Texas. Jess and I were in a Boston Rock Opera production of the Rocky Horror Show together. Seems like that was a million years ago. She's a total sweet heart and we've kept in touch - strangely - through our myriad of mutual friends. I would always see her commenting on a friend's page on MySpace or Facebook. Recently, we realized we both lived in the same area and started talking. This past Friday was our first successful attempt at actually getting together.
I was nervous about meeting Jess's hubby. Their Facebook pictures look very hip and cool. I am anything but hip and cool. They are in a band together - still doing the music thing. I've met enough rock-star-wannabes to be wary of people who are still in the music scene. There are enough of them out there who care too much about the cool/hip factor and it can make a normal person like me feel very out of place. So I was worried about meeting her cool hubby.
As it turns out, both Jess & Jeff are just completely normal goofballs like me. As we all kept saying, we are all quite dorkitudinous. [Spell check loved that word!] I immediately felt at ease with both of them. I mean, keep in mind, I haven't see Jess since before Pokemon Boy was born. Probably 1999. We met for dinner at a little pub down town. We hung and talked. We regaled her hubby with stories of the old Boston music scene. He's from Chicago so doesn't know much about the Boston bands.Eventually, we texted Kay to get her where abouts. She was headed to the club so we all went over. It was SOOO awesome to see Kay again. I hadn't seen her since Jan 2008. So the last time she had seen me, I was mid divorce. I was also wrestling with depression, anxiety and had just started having migraines. I was also a lot thinner - ah the lovely Divorce Diet!
The last time I had seen her wonderful hubby USAMike...I don't even know. It was when Pokemon Boy was maybe...a year old? We had all gone to their house near Boston. So that would have been 2001 or 2002? Not sure. But way too long.
I hugged them both until their heads popped off. Well, not really. But you get the idea. We did all the intros and hung a bit backstage.
They toured the Texas leg with a band called Cruiserweight. They were awesome. Then Letters To Cleo went on. Now, I have to tell you, when I was doing music and photography in Boston, I rarely ran into these guys. I knew who they were but wasn't a big fan. At that time, there was an explosion of female fronted bands where the ladies were playing up the cutesy pie factor. As a chick who built her entire music persona on "tough chick", I couldn't stand the baby doll girls. I thought Kay was one such vapid chick. Over the years, God did his thing where he put us in close proximity and I realized she was an awesome person, ate some crow and got a great new friend or two out of it. But anyway, as a band, Letters To Cleo has really grown. I personally think they are so much better now than they were back then. Kay is a great front person. USAMike is a great guitarist. They're both awesome song writers. I'm very impressed and glad to know them both. The rest of their band are awesome guys, too.
During their set, Jess, Jeff and I amused ourselves by taking pictures with our various cameras. After the set, we went backstage to say our goodbyes. I'm telling you, at 12:30 midnight, I'm usually either in bed with my iPod Touch playing Sudoku or asleep. So when Kay texted me after the show saying, "Hang around," I wasn't sure I'd make it. Doesn't she realize I'm OLD?!
The band had a meet & greet to sign autographs. I knew I wouldn't make it that long. So we hugged the sweaty rock stars and headed out.Once at our cars, we realized it had been about 5 hours since we had eaten. So Jess, Jeff & I headed out to an awesome all-night diner thang. I remember thinking, "I am too OLD for these late hours," but I wanted migas!
We hung at the diner for a long time just yapping and eating. I just had so much fun hanging out with these two. Eventually, we parted company and I drove home. I was so tired but made it home fine. I went to bed around 3:15am. This used to be normal for me - back in my 20s. Which was 20 years ago!!!!!
As we all know from multiple previous posts, my mom ROCKS (can I get an amen?). She knew I'd be out later than normal (I doubt she'd thought 3am, though). So she took my boys for a sleepover and planned a morning of fun for them so I could sleep in.
I had a blast. But didn't recover from the late night as quickly as I did 20 years ago. And I have to tell you, my self esteem was struggling. Nothing like hanging out in a club full of very fit and hip people younger than you to really feel good about yourself. HA!
I had a blast. But it reminds me that I have chosen the path in life that suits me. I love being a mom in the suburbs. I'm not a rocker chick any more. Singing backups in my church worship band suits me perfectly. I have never been more fulfilled musically. And I have the freedom to see my friends perform now and then.
God sure has put some cool people in my life.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Updates and Unimportancia
I love making up my own words. It's fun. Unimportancia should be a word. Blogger spell check hates my made up words. I am glad it doesn't force me to correct them.
An update on my Blackberry adventures:
I went to the Blackberry website before accosting that poor boy at the Sprint store. He sells all sorts of phones. If I want Blackberry expertise, I should start with Blackberry. After searching through their website, I found a Q&A forum where someone had my exact problem. The resulting instructions were NOT intuitive and were nowhere in the manual that came with the phone NOR were they in the dowloadable PDF manual on the phone. So...apparently, in order to use your Blackberry, you either need to buy it from one of those stores that will do all the unintuitive setup FOR you, or you have to go searching on their website to get instructions. And a further mini-rant is that the instructions were in about 4 different responses in a conversational thread between an annoyed consumer like myself and some smug techie that answered as if his instructions should have just occurred to the consumer. Smug techies. [shudder]
So the things I want to work on my phone are working. I can get email from my two main accounts all in one email interface. Nice. I can Facebook. And if you know me, that's akin to saying "Oh good, there's oxygen here!" I can take a picture and have it uploaded on Facebook within 30 seconds. Which I like. So now all my friends know exactly what that Frisco Melt looked like that I had for dinner last night. They are also seeing many more casual shots of my kids. And let's face it, the world needs more pictures of my kids.
The one caveat that I'm still holding out on is the bill. The plan I got boasts unlimited email, texting, internet and "data". In my mind, this means I should just pay my monthly rate and then extra charges for roaming and going over my daytime minutes. A friend in Boston just dumped all her internet capabilities because the same plan ended up charging her for all sorts of "data" even though she was on the "unlimited data" plan. When she called to complain, they explained some vague lawyer-like stuff about how data going OUT was covered but data coming IN wasn't. Or something like that. She wasn't very clear. But she warned me to watch my bill for that kind of hook. Today, I will call Sprint and say, "Hey, can you define exactly what 'data' is in your contract here?" Because I use a LOT. The emails I get and the Facebooking alone could put me well up into the million dollar mark very quickly. So we'll see.
But for now, I love my Blackberry. So JenKneeBee, you were right. Big learning curve but well worth the effort. So far...
Things that I have thunk last night or this morning:
Should one really need needle-nose pliers in order to get the foil cover off of a local generic half & half creamer bottle? I believe the answer is NO. And yet, my needle-nose pliers remain in my kitchen drawer.
Stop stressing over Adam vs. Kris. It's just a TV show!!! They'll both do awesome and make way more money than you or I will. So just let it go, people.
Hmmm...Isaiah 54:5 doesn't really say what a lot of people think it's saying.
Why does Blogger spell check want to capitalize the word "internet"? Is it a person? Does it command respect? I'm not quite clear on this.
I'm still having problems with people posting pictures with titles like "Bob and I". I want to send them all links to a previous rant of mine on that very subject. But I don't want to be a smug techie.
He's just not that into you. And by "you", I mean ME.
Those car oil commercials with the sadistic Scottish/Irish dude running around yelling, "Think with your dipstick, Jimmy!" really annoy the snot out of me. Aside from the sophomoric penile innuendo that should insult most American males (because you see, this company thinks you'll buy their stuff if they make a penis joke. You get it?), it's just stupid and low-brow. And to prove what a lousy ad campaign it is, I don't even know the name of the oil. No matter how clever or annoying you think an ad is, if it isn't leaving your brand or product name on the lips of everyone who sees it, it ain't workin'.
An annoying commercial that does work? Head-On. Stupidest commercials in the world. But I don't know a person who can't tell you what the name of the product is! And even better, most people could tell you what the product is supposed to do.
Things I'm excited about:
Tonight, I will have to eat crow. I eat a lot of crow these days. Here's a little tip - a warning, if you will. If you sneer at something, make fun of something, think you're better than something/someone, you can pretty much bet money on the fact that you will end up having to deal with that something or someone later in your oh-so-smug life. You will eat crow.
I have always laughed at people that made a huge deal out of preschool graduations. Seriously, a cap & gown for 4 & 5 year olds? Do I look like I'm made out of money for frivolity? Wait. Don't answer that if you've seen all the frivolous stuff in my house. But my point here, folks, is - I thought preschool graduation was totally dumb. And anyone who buys into is an idiot.
Hello. I'm an idiot.
Tonight, Lil'Bro will graduate from his preschool. Fortunately, they didn't make us buy caps and gowns. I think they know all the parents are scraping just to pay for the school. But Pokemon Boy, my parents and I will head to Lil'Bro's preschool tonight to watch a little ceremony. And I'm thrilled pickles about it! I'm pure hook, line & sinker about this. So make fun all you want. I don't care. I own my hypocrisy. I own my former snobbery. I eat the crow with relish!! My boy is gradumificating from preschool!!!
I can't wait to see my friends' band this Friday night!!! Weeeeeeee!!! My mom rocks for taking my kids for a sleepover. I haven't seen Kay since January 2008 when she was doing backup vocals for a little show that popped through here. I haven't seen her husband USAMike since...wow...I'm not sure how many years. We chat here and there through Facebook but that's not really hanging out. So this will be REALLY cool. And I also get to see another former Boston rocker pal, Jess, who now lives in Austin, too! We haven't been able to get together so it will be a bonus to see her there, too.
Ok. That's it for today, folks. Randomosity and unimportancia for everyone!!! Peace out, yo.
[I'm so street.]
An update on my Blackberry adventures:
I went to the Blackberry website before accosting that poor boy at the Sprint store. He sells all sorts of phones. If I want Blackberry expertise, I should start with Blackberry. After searching through their website, I found a Q&A forum where someone had my exact problem. The resulting instructions were NOT intuitive and were nowhere in the manual that came with the phone NOR were they in the dowloadable PDF manual on the phone. So...apparently, in order to use your Blackberry, you either need to buy it from one of those stores that will do all the unintuitive setup FOR you, or you have to go searching on their website to get instructions. And a further mini-rant is that the instructions were in about 4 different responses in a conversational thread between an annoyed consumer like myself and some smug techie that answered as if his instructions should have just occurred to the consumer. Smug techies. [shudder]
So the things I want to work on my phone are working. I can get email from my two main accounts all in one email interface. Nice. I can Facebook. And if you know me, that's akin to saying "Oh good, there's oxygen here!" I can take a picture and have it uploaded on Facebook within 30 seconds. Which I like. So now all my friends know exactly what that Frisco Melt looked like that I had for dinner last night. They are also seeing many more casual shots of my kids. And let's face it, the world needs more pictures of my kids.
The one caveat that I'm still holding out on is the bill. The plan I got boasts unlimited email, texting, internet and "data". In my mind, this means I should just pay my monthly rate and then extra charges for roaming and going over my daytime minutes. A friend in Boston just dumped all her internet capabilities because the same plan ended up charging her for all sorts of "data" even though she was on the "unlimited data" plan. When she called to complain, they explained some vague lawyer-like stuff about how data going OUT was covered but data coming IN wasn't. Or something like that. She wasn't very clear. But she warned me to watch my bill for that kind of hook. Today, I will call Sprint and say, "Hey, can you define exactly what 'data' is in your contract here?" Because I use a LOT. The emails I get and the Facebooking alone could put me well up into the million dollar mark very quickly. So we'll see.
But for now, I love my Blackberry. So JenKneeBee, you were right. Big learning curve but well worth the effort. So far...
Things that I have thunk last night or this morning:
Should one really need needle-nose pliers in order to get the foil cover off of a local generic half & half creamer bottle? I believe the answer is NO. And yet, my needle-nose pliers remain in my kitchen drawer.
Stop stressing over Adam vs. Kris. It's just a TV show!!! They'll both do awesome and make way more money than you or I will. So just let it go, people.Hmmm...Isaiah 54:5 doesn't really say what a lot of people think it's saying.
Why does Blogger spell check want to capitalize the word "internet"? Is it a person? Does it command respect? I'm not quite clear on this.
I'm still having problems with people posting pictures with titles like "Bob and I". I want to send them all links to a previous rant of mine on that very subject. But I don't want to be a smug techie.
He's just not that into you. And by "you", I mean ME.
Those car oil commercials with the sadistic Scottish/Irish dude running around yelling, "Think with your dipstick, Jimmy!" really annoy the snot out of me. Aside from the sophomoric penile innuendo that should insult most American males (because you see, this company thinks you'll buy their stuff if they make a penis joke. You get it?), it's just stupid and low-brow. And to prove what a lousy ad campaign it is, I don't even know the name of the oil. No matter how clever or annoying you think an ad is, if it isn't leaving your brand or product name on the lips of everyone who sees it, it ain't workin'.
An annoying commercial that does work? Head-On. Stupidest commercials in the world. But I don't know a person who can't tell you what the name of the product is! And even better, most people could tell you what the product is supposed to do.
Things I'm excited about:
Tonight, I will have to eat crow. I eat a lot of crow these days. Here's a little tip - a warning, if you will. If you sneer at something, make fun of something, think you're better than something/someone, you can pretty much bet money on the fact that you will end up having to deal with that something or someone later in your oh-so-smug life. You will eat crow.
I have always laughed at people that made a huge deal out of preschool graduations. Seriously, a cap & gown for 4 & 5 year olds? Do I look like I'm made out of money for frivolity? Wait. Don't answer that if you've seen all the frivolous stuff in my house. But my point here, folks, is - I thought preschool graduation was totally dumb. And anyone who buys into is an idiot.
Hello. I'm an idiot.
Tonight, Lil'Bro will graduate from his preschool. Fortunately, they didn't make us buy caps and gowns. I think they know all the parents are scraping just to pay for the school. But Pokemon Boy, my parents and I will head to Lil'Bro's preschool tonight to watch a little ceremony. And I'm thrilled pickles about it! I'm pure hook, line & sinker about this. So make fun all you want. I don't care. I own my hypocrisy. I own my former snobbery. I eat the crow with relish!! My boy is gradumificating from preschool!!!
I can't wait to see my friends' band this Friday night!!! Weeeeeeee!!! My mom rocks for taking my kids for a sleepover. I haven't seen Kay since January 2008 when she was doing backup vocals for a little show that popped through here. I haven't seen her husband USAMike since...wow...I'm not sure how many years. We chat here and there through Facebook but that's not really hanging out. So this will be REALLY cool. And I also get to see another former Boston rocker pal, Jess, who now lives in Austin, too! We haven't been able to get together so it will be a bonus to see her there, too.
Ok. That's it for today, folks. Randomosity and unimportancia for everyone!!! Peace out, yo.
[I'm so street.]
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Fortis Vox Pro Deus
Here's a little something for y'all. It's about the only recording of my voice since probably the late 90's? I'm learning how to use some recording software on this lovely new iMac. It's very basic but very fun. I loooooooove harmonies. So I did a little experiment this afternoon and put a partially written praise song together. I had to make it into a movie because Facebook doesn't let you post pure MP3 files to personal pages. So forgive the quick toss-together. And enjoy.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Trish's Bloggy Smack Down And Other Thoughts I Thinked
Trish's Bloggy Smack Down:
It seems that Trish, in all her cold medicine stupor, threw down some kind of gauntlet in her last post. Apparently, my recent poke at pageant moms has stirred up the Baton Twirling Lioness in Trish. I hear bookies from coast to coast are already figuring the odds on our next confrontation. It really is hard to know who would meatloaf whom when you pit amazing hair, the perfect husband, a dog with questionable breeding, a savage sense of style, Baton Twirling and fringe against a voice that needs no microphone, cynical divorce humor, a larger than average head, two wikkid adorable boys and a great dye job. Who would win. Who...would...win.
Trish, you're out of your head with cold meds and antibiotics. I forgive you. But really, that post was funny as hell. Meatloaf indeed.
My New Favorite Singer In The Entire Universe:
Holy guaca-freakin'-mole. I sent out an email to all of my Christian and/or musical friends asking them to list their favorite God/worship songs. I'm rather new to this whole Christian music scene. Well, newly returned, I should say. I left that kind of music behind in the late 80's. The players (most of them) have changed. And I don't know much of anything beyond regular rotation on KLOVE or what they sing in my church (the majority of which are Vineyard songs). I love all of that stuff. LOVE it. But I just don't know all that's out there.
Well my pastor (who is a youngster - well, younger than me) sent me a song for my list - 'How He Loves Us' by John Mark McMillan. First off, I found John's version out on YouTube where he explains how he wrote it the day after his best friend died. The story is very involved but extremely moving and inspiring. He talks about how he wants this song to start a youth movement. Oh it can. I have no doubt of that. Then he sings it, starting out in tears. Gah! I was crying. But the version my pastor sent me is by a woman Kim Walker. Good GRAVY people. This girl is stellar. Talk about God's gift to singers! And let me tell you, I've mentioned before I'm a vocal snob. So I don't toss praise around lightly. This girl has the CHOPS. Chops straight from God, dudes.
I have listened to this song multiple times every day since the good pastor sent me the link. I've had to reboot my machine often because multiple plays of YouTube tend to clog its arteries or something. Today I finally went to iBethel and ordered the CD that this song version is from. I also ordered Kim's solo CD. I'm also thrilled to see she is going to play in Dallas in May. Hear that Kendra? I'll be planning a trip up to see you. And I will drag you and Monica to see this girl!
Anyway, here's the video. She starts out low and kind of mellow. To the point I thought, "Ok, this is nice but..." But wait for it. Man, when it kicks in, WHEW! I heard this for the first time around midnight while I was researching songs for that music project I mentioned. I stopped everything. I just leaned back in my chair and was blown away. I wanted to just stand up in my office and start worshipping. Not sure why I didn't except that my shades were up and figured my neighbors might think I'd been drinking. *Kidding* Anyway, I hope you like it.
I hope God gets your blood pumping with this song as much as mine is right now listening to it as I type this.
And As For My Song List:
Oh, and as for my song list: right now I have 17 really strong inspirational songs. I keep hearing more. Heard about 3 off Mandisa's CD today that would be amazing to do. Almost everything I hear lately seems to inspire me. I'm going to end up with a list of like 952 songs I want this new project to do. But I figure, I'll keep compiling the list and then get the cast of characters pulled together and see which ones they get excited about.
So, if you have any songs that particularly move you, let me know. This project will be putting the message of God out there. It won't be my formerly watered down version of faith. I won't mince words. But I am totally open to secular songs that totally point me to God. I have a couple on my list so far. But if it has moved you and/or it totally rocks out and/or has an amazing rhythm and/or killer harmonies, let me know about it!
Rock on, my wonderful friends. Rock on.
Shrinkage:
I didn't walk today. In stead, I drove to Office Depot and got ink for my printer. Then I went to the Family Christian Store 2 doors down and got Mandisa's CD, a MercyMe CD and a Newsboys CD. But I will walk again. Oh I will be walking.
It seems that Trish, in all her cold medicine stupor, threw down some kind of gauntlet in her last post. Apparently, my recent poke at pageant moms has stirred up the Baton Twirling Lioness in Trish. I hear bookies from coast to coast are already figuring the odds on our next confrontation. It really is hard to know who would meatloaf whom when you pit amazing hair, the perfect husband, a dog with questionable breeding, a savage sense of style, Baton Twirling and fringe against a voice that needs no microphone, cynical divorce humor, a larger than average head, two wikkid adorable boys and a great dye job. Who would win. Who...would...win.
Trish, you're out of your head with cold meds and antibiotics. I forgive you. But really, that post was funny as hell. Meatloaf indeed.
My New Favorite Singer In The Entire Universe:
Holy guaca-freakin'-mole. I sent out an email to all of my Christian and/or musical friends asking them to list their favorite God/worship songs. I'm rather new to this whole Christian music scene. Well, newly returned, I should say. I left that kind of music behind in the late 80's. The players (most of them) have changed. And I don't know much of anything beyond regular rotation on KLOVE or what they sing in my church (the majority of which are Vineyard songs). I love all of that stuff. LOVE it. But I just don't know all that's out there.
Well my pastor (who is a youngster - well, younger than me) sent me a song for my list - 'How He Loves Us' by John Mark McMillan. First off, I found John's version out on YouTube where he explains how he wrote it the day after his best friend died. The story is very involved but extremely moving and inspiring. He talks about how he wants this song to start a youth movement. Oh it can. I have no doubt of that. Then he sings it, starting out in tears. Gah! I was crying. But the version my pastor sent me is by a woman Kim Walker. Good GRAVY people. This girl is stellar. Talk about God's gift to singers! And let me tell you, I've mentioned before I'm a vocal snob. So I don't toss praise around lightly. This girl has the CHOPS. Chops straight from God, dudes.
I have listened to this song multiple times every day since the good pastor sent me the link. I've had to reboot my machine often because multiple plays of YouTube tend to clog its arteries or something. Today I finally went to iBethel and ordered the CD that this song version is from. I also ordered Kim's solo CD. I'm also thrilled to see she is going to play in Dallas in May. Hear that Kendra? I'll be planning a trip up to see you. And I will drag you and Monica to see this girl!
Anyway, here's the video. She starts out low and kind of mellow. To the point I thought, "Ok, this is nice but..." But wait for it. Man, when it kicks in, WHEW! I heard this for the first time around midnight while I was researching songs for that music project I mentioned. I stopped everything. I just leaned back in my chair and was blown away. I wanted to just stand up in my office and start worshipping. Not sure why I didn't except that my shades were up and figured my neighbors might think I'd been drinking. *Kidding* Anyway, I hope you like it.
I hope God gets your blood pumping with this song as much as mine is right now listening to it as I type this.
And As For My Song List:
Oh, and as for my song list: right now I have 17 really strong inspirational songs. I keep hearing more. Heard about 3 off Mandisa's CD today that would be amazing to do. Almost everything I hear lately seems to inspire me. I'm going to end up with a list of like 952 songs I want this new project to do. But I figure, I'll keep compiling the list and then get the cast of characters pulled together and see which ones they get excited about.
So, if you have any songs that particularly move you, let me know. This project will be putting the message of God out there. It won't be my formerly watered down version of faith. I won't mince words. But I am totally open to secular songs that totally point me to God. I have a couple on my list so far. But if it has moved you and/or it totally rocks out and/or has an amazing rhythm and/or killer harmonies, let me know about it!
Rock on, my wonderful friends. Rock on.
Shrinkage:
I didn't walk today. In stead, I drove to Office Depot and got ink for my printer. Then I went to the Family Christian Store 2 doors down and got Mandisa's CD, a MercyMe CD and a Newsboys CD. But I will walk again. Oh I will be walking.
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