Couldn’t be a better start to a Saturday with the lovely rolling organs of Midnight in Harlem.
The Trapeze Swinger
Borderline one of the greatest pieces of writing for a song…Samuel Beam (fondly and officially Iron n Wine) who authored this original and Ben of DCFC, for me, will continue to be celebrated some of the greatest songwriters ever.
Meanwhile, check out the cover by a talented man Gregory Alan Isakov.
Please, remember me
Happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin
The time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill
And up until
Someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range,
A piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention
Rae Morris
Sweet artist ! Deserves much more attention than she does.
Strangers, Poets and Thieves
Discovered this little gem a couple of months ago. As of today, it has a mere 145 views on it today. Given that 20 is mine, what the rest of the world is upto ?
Sampling done right - Six boys in trouble
The Sunday Morning Kitchen Door
With the young Sunday sun gleaming through the window, with the awaiting of the pot be filled of fresh brew, and of a fleeting scene of a hazel haired companion I haven’t met… there is nothing that captures standing at the kitchen door the same way this piece of music does.
Love on the weekend
A sneaky refresh on JM to the one I havn’’t met isn’t too terrible an idea. is it? ;) ;) cheekiness overload :)
St. Paul and the Broken Bones
Gonna be a gooooooood Friday !
Mandolin Orange
Would have loved to be in the same room during the performance.
Sigh.
Iron and Wine
Here is an artist and a performance close, close to the heart losing count on the number of occasions that this music prevailed in silence loud-en. Magic at 1.42.
Mary Anne, do you remember
The tree by the river
When we were seventeen?
Dark canyon wall, the call and the answer
And the mare in the pasture
Pitch black and baring its teeth.
I recall the sun in our faces,
Stuck and leaning on braces,
And being strangers to change.
Radio and the bones we found frozen,
And all the thorns and the roses
Beneath your window pane
Now I'm asleep in a car, I mean the world?
To a potty-mouth girl,
A pretty pair of blue-eyed birds.
Charles Bradley
Healing (s)cream to the soul.
RIP.
Need me some plastic love.
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//I mop to this.
//and some moves come extra.
Van ma-man Morrison
This never gets old. Astral Weekend another stunner record. Listen to the Lions. Another one. Philosophers stone. Another one. I end up having this in mornings- more often than not. providing that almost spirit salute needed to hustle the day forward. Hustling and Van Morrison, sorry Biggie. but sure why not ;)
Roo Panes
Atlas. Glorious Album.
Glorious Album !
Always on the highway playlist. Midnight Drives are fueled by these.
The Paper Kites
A blog on taking a train ride home reminded me of one of the songs of the Paper Kites. Beauty. Beauty of a group.
So then I should let know of one of one the tunes that my spirit dances to - Electric Indigo. If only clubbing was like this, then I would be there everyday.