Light

What unit can love be measured in? Light of course. So much light.

This is so darn beautiful from Ryan Adams. Even after love is done, you can't forget or sully its light. You're the better for it, after all. And when you sing a song of beauty (or write a poem or speak of a love honestly) well, you know that's where the truth is.

Silver Memories

Silver and sparkles in the grey ~

Hello April !

'April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.' 

~ Edna St Vincent Millay

Oh My Sweet Ryan Adams

Harmonica heartache highs and guitar solos are still in my head from seeing Ryan Adams last week. What a show! 

Hello February

Hello lovely lilac fragile February, prelude to spring. Here's to the greening beneath the snow, the growing shoots beneath the ground, the song beneath the song... :)

Jaded But Hopeful

What a joy it is to discover a new artist - the world suddenly sounds better, new. Sharon Van Etten has such a great voice - raw and rangy, emotional hues that go up and down, plumbing a scale of blues.

Maybe This Christmas...

Hello December

Theory of the Crows

Rainy miserable November weather only has one band to sound it, The National:

In the Frosty Moonlight

Tonight is the frosty monn, brightest and whitest moon of the year, and also, my favourite.


'I believe the world it spins for you
We will never be 
I am the moon.... '

'And there's magic in the air
A lotus flower floating out of despair
And my winter sun
You are my broken one...'

Haunted

Imagine the worst kind of haunting... a persistent memory that won't leave - a person, a place, a feeling - a veritable ghost. Maybe at first a comfort, then a dull ache, a sharp pain, a fear, a fate.

Loss and grief and regret and guilt make good torture. Yes, lots of that.


'And a bird without its wings is a low and tragic thing...'

'purge the soul...'

Memories

A rediscovery of memories tonight. Memories that are echoes...in a pool of light. Memories that are heavy... weighted in gold. Holding on, letting go - either or -  is hard. Easier to just lose them. Forget. Erase. Fast forward. Blank.


'I don't really know where the world is 
but I miss you now...'

'I'm not ready for the weight of us...'

'Does anybody really know if it's the end or the beginning?... It's one door swinging open and one door swinging closed...'

'I would have loved you all my life...'

All these songs from my recent re-watching of The Vampire Diaries. Yes I'm a 'sucker' for para-romance with a high emotional (and for me, nostalgia) content. 

October Melancholy

Some days are just tainted with melancholy in autumn aren't they, an undeniable flavour of nostalgia.

In Retrospect...

They say it takes an entire calendar year to get over someone. (Well then, I think I've made it.)

And  to be really truly over someone does feel sad but then it becomes something else - a kind of exhilaration, freedom, with all kinds of newness glinting on the horizon.

More Moon Songs...

'I'm pushing an elephant up the hill...'

La Luna

It's harvest moon time and what a gorgeous moon is lighting up the sky tonight (and tomorrow night too and if we're lucky, all week...)

Here's to moon magic!  ~

'Guarda Che Luna (Look at that Moon)'

Stumble Upon...

I just found this song (and great artist) by a serendipitous stumble-upon... Love it when that happens! Answers a lot of unbidden questions. One about memory in particular...

Hello September

 

Goodbye Summer, hello Autumn/Winter...looking back and looking forward at the same time. 

In the Pink: Sweet Sunday Whimsy

As sweet as cotton candy... pink and fluffy and whimsy-filled:

Song for a Summer's Night

"See, honey, I saw love. You see, it came to me.
It put its face up to my face so I could see
Yeah then I saw love disfigure me
Into something I am not recognizing..."