Oh – and you may be interested to know that the brand new song Victory, the lyrics for which are posted below in an earlier entry, made it on the record.
Posted September 9, 2010 at 9:36 am
Posted September 9, 2010 at 9:34 am
Secret Sisters
Forgot to say that last week I saw an amazing show – this duo of girls, which has been developed by my record label: they are called The Secret Sisters. They are a total throwback to the golden, olden days of music and sing in harmony. It is pretty amazing, how two voices can blend in a way that creates a third voice, one which has a personality and vibe all its own. This was a PBS special taping of the event.
The show was put together by T Bone Burnett, who is also the executive producer of the whole project. I met him a couple of years ago: he cuts quite a figure, always wearing a suit and towering over everyone else.
Jacob Dylan and Elvis Costello were special guests. Jacob looked a bit grumpy like he didn't really want to be there, really. Elvis, however, was personable, amazing and very much 'in tune' with the evening and the girls. All in all, it was an incredible evening, and, according to the reviews, a success on many levels.
I left shortly thereafter, as I was scheduled to be in the studio for the first day the next morning and I was tired and fighting something off. And I didn't have the nerve to introduce myself to Elvis Costello, alas. I just circled him a few times, and then basically bolted. Normally I have the guts to do such things, but that night I was low on bravado.
This morning I woke up in a strange mood, and just feel like getting into my car and driving away somewhere, rather than keep unpacking things and taking care of some outstanding chores. Restless and unsure. The weather has been quite overcast for days, and it's really gray here, near the beach. I am sure it is not helping. But I have been noticing how recently my emotions come to the surface so promptly. I wonder why. Oh I know, some of my more scientific friends would say: 'your such and such hormone is up – or down'. But that's not how I look at the paradigm that is me. Maybe it's that I am going through this internal adjustment of a sort.. because I am in a place where I have never been before.
Posted September 7, 2010 at 10:18 am
dark of the moon
For why I love you, I can't say.
It could be something in your soul
or simply how our bodies meet:
without words; one single goal.
Sometimes you are like tarnished gold
beneath the grime of daily grind
I see the promise hundred-fold
I feel the its ache to make its way
and all I want is love you more.
So when the distance takes its toll
I tell myself that I am free
because when you have built your walls
behind them, there's no space for me.
I've never felt this way before:
the pull, relentless as the tide;
my love, a heavy-hearted stone –
the premonition of the fall;
and knowing deep inside my bones
the moon goes dark when stars collide.
(eik 2010)
Posted September 6, 2010 at 9:18 am
two years ago
Goodbye summer 2008.. and thank you
by Elizaveta Khripounova on Sunday, August 31, 2008 at 11:38am
"Growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you're just going to get hurt again. But each time you learn something.
Each time, you come out of it a little stronger, and at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee. There's the little empty pain of leaving something behind – graduating, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown. There's the big, whiriling pain of life upending all of your plans and expectations. There's the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn't give you what you thought they would. There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up. The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life as they grow and learn. There's the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens.
And if you're very, very lucky there are a very few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realize that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instand of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last – and yet will remain with you for life.
Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it.
Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it's a big part, and sometimes it isn't, but either way, it's part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: it teaches you, tells you that you're alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes, it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that wil ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.
(excerpt from Jim Butcher's novel White Night)
..amen. Welcome, September.
Michael Whelan
Posted September 5, 2010 at 10:42 am
chinese
Oh boy. I am learning Chinese. What did I get myself into?
But, as long as I spend SOME time every day doing it, I am hoping that in a year's time..?.. if gods of linguistics smile down on me, I'll be able to communicate?
That said, I am also starting to polish my Italian and French, because they both got a bit rusty. By touring time next spring, I intend to be able to chat in a lively fashion in both again. Mind you, my Italian is still better than my French. And my Spanish is close to non-existent. So I guess Chinese and Spanish are two languages outstanding, as far as my list goes.
I'd like to sing something in Chinese. Wouldn't it be cool?
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