“Never Is A Promise” by Fiona Apple

The nice thing about writing as a hobby is that the strangers you inevitably connect with online have similar interests. So when a writer follows you and vice versa, it’s a bit of a cosmic head nod.

When William posted a Fiona Apple song over on A Thousand Mistakes, I felt inspired to share one of my favorite Fiona Apple songs, “Never Is a Promise”.

It’s an incredible song about finding self-worth and courage underneath an element of control and self-absorption. It’s even more incredible she wrote this when she was only 16 or 17. And there is a whole album (Tidal) ready to break your heart.

You’ll never see the courage I know,
Its colors’ richness won’t appear within your view,
I’ll never glow – the way that you glow,
Your presence dominates the judgments made on you.

Persistence with Lil’ Troy

Inspiration from the unexpected.

I am blessed with a plethora of astrologically inclined friends, and in case you don’t have those, I’ve got news for you: Mercury is in retrograde (so I hear).

Do I really believe in astrology? I’m going to go with a blanket “No, but it’s good to keep an agnostic mind about a few innocent things [i.e. the existence of a higher power/being, aliens, and other phenomena we cannot really answer with 100% certainty].” Just as menstrual cycles sync up with the moon and the moon controls tides, I am open to a the magic of outer space and the moon.

So maybe I don’t have both feet in astrology, but I’ll be damned because if there were ever a time Mercury was showing me was in retrograde, it’s doing a great job.

During these times, I remember living in the dorms at UNO during the hot summer of 2008 with my friend Annie. We had to get up super early for work one day, and, at the time, we were both pretty miserable in general. I was standing in my room when I heard her very sadly and slowly sing this line from Lil’ Troy’s “Wanna Be A Baller”:

But there’s got to be a better way!
A better way, better way, yeah

Between the early morning loopiness and general exhaustion with our situation, I began laughing hysterically. How random and how true! And how wonderful that Annie and I were together in this time. We both trudged off to work, miserable but together, singing the line, like a lost version of two of the seven dwarves.

This line has stuck with me throughout the years when the going gets tough. The intonation of words in the song makes it difficult to tell if the line is one of hopeful desperation, persistence, or maybe even both. That is how I feel today: a little bit of it all and riding out the planetary shift today. Tomorrow. The next day. Forever

I Touch Myself: An Homage to Gettin’ Off

Alone on Valentine’s Day? Think again. The Divinyls and Chrissy Amphlett want you to love yourself.

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In the year 1990, George H.W. Bush was President of the U.S., coming off the heels of eight years of the Reagan administration. The U.S. was nine years deep in the “Party of Family Values”, and it needed a release.

The wonderful Chrissy Amphlett minces no words in the Divinyls hit song “I Touch Myself“, a 1990 song that pulls back the curtain around the mystique of women and masturbation.

It’s a damn good song that celebrates a damn good pastime. Additionally, it inspired a very memorable movie moment, several incredible covers, and, most importantly, confidence in women throughout the world.

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Southbound to The Big House: The Allman Brothers Band

An impromptu celebration of The Allman Brothers Band’s 50th anniversary in Macon

Recently, I had the opportunity to visit some of my family in Macon, Georgia. My great aunt turned 90, and I got to see my grandma who is spry as ever at 91. Both sides of my family have a storied history in Georgia (ca. 1700s). So I have quite a few opportunities like these to visit. Side note- I’m glad I didn’t grow up in Georgia because I’m pretty sure that I’m related to a large portion of the state which would have made dating a nightmare.

On my way into Macon from Atlanta, I saw a billboard for The Allman Brothers Museum at The Big House. The Allman Brothers, per my mother’s oral history, are both a rich staple of Macon and, at one time, a “black eye on Macon”.

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My mom grew up around the area, and she was able to go watch them practice at the time. She also mentioned that they played in a festival somewhere down there that was akin to Woodstock. However, Mom also mentioned that a lot of people didn’t care for The Allman Brothers at the time because “they were hippies.” At one point, my mom turned to her own mom (my Grandmama), who was listening in on the conversation, and said “Ya’ll wouldn’t have cared for them.”

Maybe Grandmama wouldn’t have cared for them, but many people definitely care for The Allman Brothers Band. Rolling Stone ranked them 52nd on their list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time in 2004.

Luckily, my mom grew up right down the road from the Allman HQ, and she passed on her love of them to my siblings and I. And even luckier, many of my school friends had a great appreciation for the Allmans. So, the Allmans are very much a family affair for me.

I decided to take a little pilgrimage to pay tribute to the storied Southern Rock/Jam Band Gods during my day in Macon.

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Forever Avril 14th: A Friend to the Sleepless

Sticking to what I like and know….x21.

On May 30, 2016, I couldn’t sleep. That evening, I proceeded to make a playlist I called “Forever Avril 14th” because– surprise– it consisted of Aphex Twin’sAvril 14th”  all of 21 times in a row. So the playlist didn’t last “forever”, but it was long enough that it would play through until I– usually– fell asleep.

The song is warm and peaceful. Tender and vulnerable. Bittersweet, just like the time period when I first heard the song.

I’ve added to the list over time and will continue to do so with songs that have the same feel.

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I have developed a fear or dread of getting in bed/going to bed lately. It’s a fresh hell that I can’t explain. Sometimes the small, familiar comforts, like an old teddy or blanket, are the solution.

Goodnight? Yes, goodnight.

Closure with Circles: Mac Miller

My only familiarity with Mac Miller comes from when I worked a show of his back in 2013. The crowd was made up of many young teenagers wearing incredibly short shorts and their parent(s) who looked like they might prefer sticking their finger in a socket. So, I wouldn’t have really called myself a “fan”.

However, when one of my friends posted a note praising his latest album, dropped posthumously, I was curious.

It’s beautiful. And haunting. Maybe I am a fan now.

R.I.P.

Chris Thile’s Midas Touch & The Unassuming Genius of Bluegrass

Mandolinist, singer, songwriter, and composer Chris Thile is a busy man. Here is a list of only some of his more popular projects:

  • Punch Brothers (mandolinist, singer, songwriter, composer)
  • Nickel Creek (mandolinist, singer, songwriter, composer)
  • The Goat Rodeo Sessions: Stuart Duncan, Yo Yo Ma, and Edgar Meyer (mandolinist, singer, songwriter, composer)
  • Host of “Live from Here” (formerly the famous and famously boring “Prairie Home Companion”)
  • MacArthur Fellow

and so many other projects.

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