This week's song is one of my favorite songs ever. I love to turn it up in my truck, windows down. Or sitting quietly in my bedroom with candles lit and the lava lamp going. It's so wonderful.
And then there's the video. Dear lord, the video! I want to be a little kid and dress up and have a feather-filled pillow fight in the woods! With crowns and fur boots! Or masks and colored feathers! I want all the things. And then with this song behind it... perfection.
Without further ado: The Paper Kites - Featherstone.
Ugh! I haven't posted since last tunesday! How lame of me. In my defense, I did have a busy week doing yard work and gardening at home and at work while we had some nice weather. I was going to the dump with leaves and branches two or three times a day! And in Maine, you really do need to take advantage of the sunny, 55 degree days, because it'll turn back into cold and overcast overnight. Like today. It's 40 degrees, overcast and breezy. Miserable!
I am also beyond happy, as William has come home from Florida. Reunited lovebirds, at last! Which brings me to this week's song: Home, by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros. It's one of the few folky songs in my playlists that Will really likes, too. He calls it "our song" and for a metal-head, that's quite a surprising thing. Besides, now he's "home" with me!
I'll do better posting this week, swears. I'm in the middle of planning Will's surprise birthday party (he turns 24 tomorrow) and if anyone else has to bail, it's going to be the lamest surprise party ever. So I'll keep you posted on that. Then this weekend is Fisherman's Festival in the harbor where I live, and I'm manning a "sidewalk sale" for the shop... and we'll see if anyone shows up to that, either. I could be the worst event planner in the history of event planning, but I guess we'll see.
Yesterday was a sad day. I can't imagine any of you haven't heard about the Boston Marathon bombing yet, so I'll skip rehashing what has been said over and over again. It's all completely heart-wrenching. I had to make myself stop reading every story that came along or watching every bit of footage. Some of it is very bloody. If you were like me, I recommend taking a breather and turning everything off.
After checking in with the few people I know and cherish who live in Boston and hearing that they were fine, I turned right to my tunes. I wanted something soothing, something a little sad, something that echoed what I felt and what I needed. Thankfully 75% of my music happens to be exactly that. I knew exactly what I wanted to hear. I'm posting a few songs today... like, four. Please bear with me.
This is "Follow You Down To The Red Oak Tree" by James Vincent McMorrow, and it's just simply rather beautiful, and just a little sad.
This next song is "Avril 14th" by Aphex Twin. It is a complete coincidence that the name of the song is so close to yesterday's date. I picked it because it has the prettiest piano in it, and is one of the few instrumental songs I can listen to over and over.
This is "Scenic World" by Beirut. Nothing gives me hope when I'm down like this song. "When I feel alive, I'll try to imagine a careless life, a scenic world where the sunsets are all, breathtaking."
This last song is "That Moon Song" by Gregory Alan Isakov. This song echoes what I said about the first song, though it is a little stronger. I love to listen to this one in the truck, windows down, singing along.
If you've made it this far, I just wanted to end with a little sentiment that I'm sure we all feel - Boston, our thoughts and hearts are with you.
Sorry this is a little late in the day, but I spent the majority of the day at work and moodboard-ing the crap out of all my apartment ideas. Also, I've been overplanning for an apartment that my boyfriend doesn't even really want - like, down to picking out paint colors. This needs to stop. But more on that tomorrow.
This week's song: Mr. Saxobeat by Alexandra Stan.
Guys. Can I really be just finding this song now? Did everyone know about it already? I feel like maybe I lived under a rock for a while. I was listening to a pop mash-up (which has 50 pop songs PERFECTLY melded together in beat-filled harmony) on youtube and then it was all "oh, have you seen this?" and I HADN'T. I totally hadn't, but now I have, and I can't stop. Which is convenient 'cause I'm in the middle of making a pants-off-dance-off mixed cd for my truck.
I realize that this song is hardly a musical masterpiece. A large majority of the dance songs that I like are entirely hook and beat based, and this falls into the same category. But, my god, that sax-y bit. Sexy saxy. Lovin' it.
To prove that I'm not a one trick pony, I decided to pick something outside of the hisptery-indie genre that I am so musically enveloped in. I bring you: Feel The Love by Rudimental.
This song... oh my god, this song. I could listen to it all damn day. In fact, I have. And while I was listening to it all day on repeat, my upstairs apartment-mate was also listening to it on repeat. Granted, he's the one who introduced me to it, but still. So good.
Also, how ridiculously awesome is this video? Ghetto kids on horseback? So good!
Ye Gods! I almost forgot that it was tuesday! The only thing I'm trying to do weekly, and I almost botch it this pathetically-far in.
I had a hard time picking this week, possibly because I'm unprepared, but in the end I came to a band called Bad Books. It could only be you, Bad Books. My friend Casey is responsible for my knowing of them at all, as is the case with a lot of the tunes I've come to love recently. (Thanks Case... I love you!)
Bad Books rocks, there's really no way around it. This song is called "Forest Whitaker," and the first ten seconds always kinda weirds me out when I hear it. It's always a now-what-in-God's-name-is-this reaction, but then it clicks in and.... perfection.
"Tune Tuesday" seemed clumsy, and then I accidentally said "tunesday" to a friend 'cause I habitually word-vomit and TADA, new title.
"Submarines" by The Lumineers
This week I decided on The Lumineers 'cause they rock, and this is a song off the album that everybody should hear. Ho Hey is fun, and has been blowing up on the radio for the past few months, but there's something about this song that just takes the cake.
Also, here's a free extra: a video of The Proclaimers being fan-freaking-tastic.
Last week I came back from a month-long visit with my man-friend in Florida. Before returning home, I stopped in Manchester to visit some friends and we went to see some killer bands at a pub downtown.
Included among these was Old Abram Brown. Wowzer. F'realz. I immediately went to their bandcamp page and acquired their tunes. Very worth it. However, to really appreciate them, you gotta hear them live. The bad news there is who knows where in the heck you live, and they're from Nashua, NH. The good news is that they seem to be fond of traveling. Maybe you'll get lucky.
I included this video of them playing a song in the Hunt Memorial Library, 'cause it gives you the best idea of their live vibe. Also, don't mind that they all look like high school students... they're way better than anything you saw in a Battle of the Bands in your high school gym.
Hi! My name is Tory. Welcome to my lifestyle blog, where I post about my adventures in sewing, gardening, crafting and cooking, as well as any other trivial little thing that pops into my head.
