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I’m a phoenix in the water
A fish that’s learnt to fly
And I’ve always been a daughter
But feathers are meant for the sky
So I’m wishing, wishing further
For the excitement to arrive
It’s just I’d rather be causing the chaos
Than laying at the sharp end of this knife

With every small disaster
I’ll let the waters still
Take me away to some place real

‘Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone
Is where you go when you’re alone
Is where you go to rest your bones
It’s not just where you lay your head
It’s not just where you make your bed
As long as we’re together, does it matter where we go?
Home home home home

So when I’m ready to be bolder,
And my cuts have healed with time
Comfort will rest on my shoulder
And I’ll bury my future behind
I’ll always keep you with me
You’ll be always on my mind
But there’s a shining in the shadows
I’ll never know unless I try

With every small disaster
I’ll let the waters still
Take me away to some place real

‘Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone
Is where you go when you’re alone
Is where you go to rest your bones
It’s not just where you lay your head
It’s not just where you make your bed
As long as we’re together, does it matter where we go?
Home home home home home home home

‘Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone
Is where you go when you’re alone
Is where you go to rest your bones
It’s not just where you lay your head
It’s not just where you make your bed
As long as we’re together, does it matter where we go?
Home home home home

Home – Gabrielle Aplin

So where do I begin this my love
Am I blowing down your door way
If so then I’ll rebuild it this time
And I’ll be on my way

Come if you believe me
Come if you remember the way
If not then I will find you this time
Wishing you had stayed

Because it
It wants what it wants
The heart does
It wants what it wants
The heart, the heart
It wants what it wants
The heart does
It wants what it wants
The heart, the heart

So how do I forget this my love
And when do I belong here
If trouble is a pathway we build
Then I’m a pioneer

Blame it on the illness
Blame it on the winter we’ve had
But suddenly the finger I pointed
Is on the other hand

Pushing the night
Bending the light
I succumb to
I succumb to it
Pushing the night
Bending the light

Andrew Belle– Black Bear


I like these lyrics. I was going to say something more, but now I just don’t feel like it.

Swan dive down eleven stories high
Hold your breath until you see the light
You can sink to the bottom of the sea
Just don’t go without me

Go get lost where no one can be found
Drink so long and deep until you drown
Say your goodbyes but darlin’ if you please,
Don’t go without me.

C’est la vie, C’est la mort.
(Such is life, such is death.)
You and me,

Let’s walk down the road that has no end
Steal away where only angels tread
Heaven or hell or somewhere in between
Cross your heart to take me when you leave
Don’t go
Please don’t go
Don’t go without me

Mumford and Sons

I’m extremely attracted to music that involves banjos. I can’t help myself… it’s like the way I feel about brushes on a snare drum, I love the sound.

The thing is that I’m also a lyrics person as well… I need both, good music and strong lyrics and if I compromise (don’t hate me all of my musician friends) it’s on the side of lyrics usually.

Fortunately there’s no need for compromise with Mumford and Sons. You get both great music and great lyrics!

Today I’m posting the lyrics to one of Mumford and Sons songs called Roll Away Your Stone. This was the first song itunes played for me this morning and I found it particularly relevant considering the state I woke up in. Enjoy… then go to itunes for the album (Sigh No More).

Roll Away Your Stone

Roll away your stone I will roll away mine
Together we can see what we will find
Don’t leave me alone at this time
For I’m afraid of what I will discover inside

You told me that I would find a home
Within the fragile substance of my soul
And I have filled this void with things unreal
And all the while my character it steals

Darkness is a harsh term don’t you think
Yet it dominates the things I see

It seems that all my bridges have been burned
But you say ‘That’s exactly how this grace thing works’
It’s not the long walk home that will change this heart
But the welcome I receive with a re-start

Darkness is a harsh term don’t you think
And yet it dominates the things I see (x2)

Stars hide your fires
For these here are my desires
And I won’t give them up to you this time around
And so I will be found
With my stake stuck in this ground
Marking the territory of this newly impassioned soul (x2)

And you, you’ve gone too far this time
You have neither reason nor rhyme
With which to take this soul that is so rightfully mine

Eclipse in theaters June 30th

All vampire/werewolf debates aside, fan of the series or not, I think the film soundtracks at least deserve a nod. This could mostly be due to my own biased based on the fact that they feature a surprising number of artist that I particularly enjoy. (If Imogen Heap lands on Breaking Dawn’s soundtrack I give you all advanced permission to start calling me a twihard… although I seriously doubt that will happen ;>)

I have difficulty arguing with a compilation of Metric, BeckBat for Lashes, Muse, Sia, and Florence + The Machine.  One of the reasons I appreciate these soundtracks, aside from the opportunity to get all of these artists in one place, is for their lack of predictability (and I welcome your rebuttal… you know who you are). As mentioned in this review of the soundtrack, given the  subject matter and fan base, one would expect to see bands more like HIM and Evanescence making appearances on these albums. I think the effort not to give these films that sort of tone add (if only a little) credibility to them and gives them (again, if only slightly) a wider range of appeal. I think it was a smart move.

If you’re interested in hearing some of the album, check out the above mentioned review where you can listen to several full tracks from the album.

She is glowing... because all those lights on sparkly top= _glow_

I love Imogen Heap. You have to understand that when I say that I love Imogen Heap, that I’d be willing to go as far as to say she is my favorite musician. That’s saying a lot considering I am hard pressed to name a favorite anything.

I saw Imogen live for the first time a couple of years ago in Austin, at a little venue called Stubb’s . I love small venues and Stubb’s is just my style, laid back, outdoors, cozy. A place were the performance feels intimate and you feel like the evening is a conversation and not a concert.  Experiencing Imogen Heap there was possibly the best show I’ve ever seen… but last night is creeping up on it… and might just surpass it.

I’ll admit, given the size of the Verizon Theater in Grand Prairie (lots bigger than Stubb’s) and the fact that this would be the first time I would go to a show by myself, going in I was a little dubious. However, there was something extremely special about being there on my own. I do wish my sister could have been with me, but I’m not entirely sorry I was alone. It was an experience I don’t know quite how to verbalize.

Matthew Andre

First up was Mr. Matthew Andrae, who had been called in especially to do an a capella duet of Earth with Imogen, and be her first opening act. He was a delight to watch perform, his vocals were hopelessly smooth and the duet was flawless at the end of which the audience respond with an enthusiastic standing ovation.

Ben Christophers

Next up was Ben Christophers. I thought he was such a cutie and his music was good too. I was really impressed when his bassist came out and played a xylophone! (What?! I love xylophones!)  The really fun thing about Imogens opening acts is that they all come out and perform as a part of her band through the night, so we got to see more of Ben later in the evening playing guitar and adding vocals for Imogen.

I really love that she does that, it makes the whole experience very fluid and personal, the venue size didn’t even matter, the fact that she came out in various stages of preparation for her own performance, and introduced each act, made you feel cozy somehow.


The last opening act before Imogen was a group called Geese who’s sound I can only describe as haunting, only in a really good sort of way.  Imogen explained in her introduction that the group had toured Europe with her as her strings section and when they would soundcheck people would stop whatever they were doing to listen, which is not at all surprising to me.  After some encouragement, the group put together an EP and are now touring with Imogen.  I wish I had had the opportunity to grab the EP last night at the show because I cannot find it anywhere else. If you get the chance to see these guys, take it! They are brilliant.

The rest of the photos I’m going to put in a slide show so this doesn’t get too much longer. For the rest of my life I will always make an effort to see Imogen when she’s even remotely close to me. The only word I can think of to describe the experience is simply, joyful.

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I thought I would have time this morning, but as it turns out I don’t and I need to be in my bathroom right now putting on green eyeshadow. As that is the case, I will have an update about my lovely experience last night seeing Imogen Heap for the 2nd time and I’ll explain why I will make an effort to see her on every tour that she does that comes into my area. =)

Until then…

Katy Perry and Lady Gaga picture cred to

I came across this story this morning while surfing Google news.

Katy Perry, preachers-kid-gone-wild-child, has decided that the religious references in Lady Gaga’s new video launch for single Alejandro  has crossed the line.

The recent video launch features Gaga oscillating between near nakedness and dressed as a latex shrouded nun. This and the frequent use of religious symbols throughout the video inspired a tweet from Katy Perry reading,

“Using blasphemy as entertainment is as cheap as a comedian telling a fart joke…”

According to my news search, many sources agree that Miss Gaga is asking for religious backfire. While I do agree that the religious references are disrespectful and will no doubt incite a reaction from The Church (something I’m sure Lady Gaga will welcome with open arms, after all what is that they say? “There’s no such thing as bad publicity.”) What I find slightly more disturbing is the combination of a theme reminiscent of Nazi Germany and out right sexual violence and vulgarity, not only in Gaga’s case, but also present in Christina Aguilera’s new album, Bionic.

Album cover artwork for Bionic by Christina Aguilera I cannot imagine a reason that justifies glamorizing such a horrific period in history or acts of extreme violence, but it’s for these reasons more than just the religious disrespect that these artists give me pause.

I can say, without hesitation, that had I a teenage daughter, as a woman I would not be OK with allowing these women to be influencing figures in my child’s life.

As a single, woman of faith who is more than comfortable with my own sexuality, confident in my abilities, and serious about the example I set for other young woman, I can’t find any reason to enjoy this type of “artistic expression” quoted Steven Klein (Alejandro video director) as having said to Rolling Stone Magazine,

“She likes epics. It fits her personality. We combined dance, narrative, and attributes of surrealism. The process was to express Lady Gaga’s desire to reveal her heart and bear her soul…”

The question I leave with you (and invite you to answer) is, just what exactly does this video say to you about Lady Gaga’s heart and soul, and how does that impact the young and impressionable minds of her audience?

Link to the video here.

It can be a single sound… the hum of guitar strings just after they’ve been strum, the echoing cling of pipes, the soft whisper of a brush on a snare. Sometimes it’s it’s several chords, sometimes it’s only one, whatever it is, it grabs you. Your breath catches in your throat, your heartbeat quickens, you feel the irresistible urge to close your eyes, and you can’t help but stop what you’re doing and let it have your full attention.

This is music at it’s finest, it’s music that you know to your core because it’s not just speaking to you, it’s moving through you. It is your pulse, the rhythm your life and the language of the something, though you might not be sure what. One thing that you can be sure of is that not everyone hears this the way you do, not everyone is listening the way you are, and you get it because you know where it comes from, you know what it cost to carry this particular sound from where it started to where you are hearing it.

I like a lot of different kinds of music. So many different kinds, in fact, that I often have trouble answering when someone asks me what I like. It can be a little frustrating sometimes, especially considering that every social networking profile asks you to list the things you like. A lot of what I like doesn’t fit anywhere, I can’t organize it into any of my neat and tidy iTunes categories by genre. There’s no genre that can contain it.

Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy a lot of popular music… some I should probably be ashamed of for some reason or another, but I tend to want to consider what I enjoy and what I like as two very different things. The way I see it, I can enjoy something without it necessarily being central to who I am. I can enjoy it for it’s association with other things. But I like something for itself. For example, I might enjoy jumping up and down to a song in a club that I’m at with a group of friends on a night that I’m in a really good mood, but I wouldn’t necessarily like the song on it’s own.My enjoying it is directly connected to the set of circumstances I’m experiencing it in.

A lot of what I like about music is in the details, which gave me an idea an idea that helped sort out my unsortable music tastes. I’m a person who deeply appreciates metephores and analogies, and I also like using them, so while I was thinking of how to classify the music I like that seems to have no place in the genre world, the first thing that came to my mind was, “music couture”.

Couture fashion is something you have to understand in order to really appreciate it. The vast majority of people don’t get couture fashion because the vast majority of couture fashion isn’t mainstream, it isn’t wearable, it isn’t what you’re used to, and while it may not be particularly offensive, it doesn’t quite make sense either. Appreciating, liking, couture fashion isn’t about seeing something on the runway and thinking “I could pull that off, I could wear that.” It’s about understanding the process.

Someone who truly “gets it” is someone who can see the craftmanship, they understand what it took to create the lines of a particular piece, or they see the detailed stitching in another. It’s about understanding the processes and appreciating the outcome based on the process of creation and not just the creation itself.

This is the music that awakens that core reaction,that gets me to really stop and listen instead of just enjoying it at face value; music that is the manifestation of the process. Music that is simply the outcome of the process can’t be classified by genre, and it is difficult to find. It’s like a diamond in the rough, you can’t see it’s value unless you know what to look for.

If I can, I’ll try to make clear what I mean by “ can’t be classified by genre”. A specific genre dictates a specific outcome, which thus gives the process specific guidelines within which it can work, and what you end up withis a Pop song, or rock, or what have you. Certainly there are different factors that can be played in to make one song distinct from another within a genre, but the guidelines are still the same.

It’s like making a skirt… you already know that your end result is going to be a skirt, so you buy a skirt pattern and you follow the rules for creating that skirt. You have choices, will it be an a-line skirt, or a pencil skirt? You can choose the fabric, the color, the length, but at the end of the day, what you’ve made will be classified as a skirt.

If the process is left to lead, without the dictating voice of genre, what do you classify the outcome you arrive at as a result? At this point my idea begins to overwhelm me a little and I feel like I need the opinion of someone who is really right in the thick of the process, there’s only so far I can take this from the sidelines. So I asked a musician friend what his thoughts were on the idea of couture music and this is his take:

Years ago, when music was expensive and took effort to acquire, people who weren’t all that into music would sit down every once in a while and do nothing but listen to some music. While, people who were really into music had it on all the time but didn’t pay much attention to it. Now that music is cheap/free and easy to get, the roles are reversed in some sense; casual listeners are awash in music everywhere all the time. Stores all have music, bars, restaurants. People have iPods on the train, in the car, at the gym, and so on. But they don’t really seem to care much about what it is that they hear. It is all completely disposable and it comes and goes. Now, people who really like music may still listen all the time; but they’ll own certain, special, music that was hard to get and maybe expensive, and when they listen to that they stop, and sit, and listen. That’s what couture music is to me; the stuff that, in a culture -buried- in music, will make someone stop, and sit, and listen.

I’ve been harboring this idea in the back of my mind for literally months now. I started working on it before I moved to Dallas and have finally had the energy to come back to it. Honestly, I feel like there’s a lot more to say about it, but I don’t have adequate words to give it further shape, so I’m leaving this open ended and inviting the opinions of anyone who might take time to read this. =)

I was listening to Wait It Out by Imogen Heap a moment ago and I was about to use part of the lyrics as my status on Facebook, but the entire song is so relevant, at least to me, that I decided to post all of the lyrics here and let you enjoy them as you may.

Where do we go from here?
How do we carry on?
I can’t get beyond the questions.
Clambering for the scraps
In the shatter of us collapsed.
That cuts me with every could-have-been.

Pain on pain on play, repeating
With the backup makeshift life in waiting.

Everybody says: “Time heals everything.”
But what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out?

There’s nothing to see here now,
Turning the sign around;
We’re closed to the Earth ’til further notice.
Stumbling cliché case –
Crumpled and puffy-faced –
Dead in the stare of a thousand miles.

All I want: only one street-level miracle.
I’ll be a an out-and-out, born again from none more cynical.

Everybody says that time heals everything all in the end.
But what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out?

And sit here cold?
We’ll be long gone by then.
And lackluster in dust we lay
’round old magazines.
Fluorescent lighting sets the scene
For all we could and should be being
In the one life that we’ve got.

– Wait It Out, Imogen Heap from the album Ellipse

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August 2020