There Is A Time To Every Purpose Under Heaven, Including Shaking Your Money-Maker

Sometimes I worry about my fellow Utahns. Do you think it’s possible to die of being too uptight?

I went out tonight even though “going out” is not really my forte. One of my favorite bands of ever, Hey Rosetta!, was opening a show at In the Venue, and although that’s not exactly my favorite place in the world, I figured if one of my favorite bands could come all the way from Newfoundland, I could probably drag myself out of the house to see them. I was pretty excited about this excursion, even though I was going out by myself and would end up texting half the night just to appear slightly less forever alone. (This strategy doesn’t work, by the way. Everybody totally knows you’re forever alone, and texting your friends in Canada only reminds you of how lame it is that you don’t live in Canada.) I spent my workday humming “Welcome” to myself and chair-dancing. I’m not proud. Hopefully nobody saw me.

The band’s set was awesome, in case you were wondering. The club was absurdly hot, the sound system was slightly embarrassing, but if there’s one thing that Hey Rosetta! knows how to do, it’s very gently rocking your face off. (In the best way, though. Like, they blow your mind in a totally considerate fashion.)

It’s entirely possible I was the only person there just to see the opening act, and entirely possible I was the only one there who had ever heard Hey Rosetta! before, and for awhile as I watched the stone-still crowd I was kind of worried that maybe none of these people were going to appreciate the native songs of Newfoundland… it’s always more fun when you can share the things you love with others. Of course, the awesomeness of Hey Rosetta! is an unstoppable juggernaut of truth that cannot be denied; the crowd seemed to be digging it, and between songs their enthusiasm and appreciation was evident. But they still were not moving. I am familiar with this phenomenon because I’ve been to a few other shows since moving back to Utah, but I still can’t get used to it. For awhile there, I was worried that I’d unwittingly stumbled into some sort of theme night. Like maybe we were all supposed to be pretending to be exhibits at a wax museum, or possibly we were playing a game of red light green light and nobody was in charge to give us a green light. A couple times I saw one or two people bobbing their heads. (Solidarity, brothers!) Otherwise, as far as I could tell, I was the only almost-dancer in the room, and I wasn’t doing much more than swaying and giving my hips an undoubtedly embarrassing shimmy. (By Utah standards, I believe this is the equivalent of being drunk, high and godless all at the same time.)

Look, I know what it’s like. I’m a native, and in my time away from the beehive state I came to embrace the place that my heritage has given me in the greater social scheme of things, which generally consisted of being the most unhip, uncoordinated person in any given room. Utah is all about repression, and you can’t help but absorb that shit like a sponge when you grow up here. I’ve come to terms with it. But I feel like every time I go out to see a show around here, the entire audience steals my gig by being very Utahn and very white and refusing to move at all, ever. And then I feel pressured to set an example somehow — look! Dancing is allowed! — but I don’t actually know how to dance so then I just get insecure and what I’m saying is, your refusal to dance is bad for my self-esteem.

I know it’s rough, you guys. I know there’s not a lot of space. I know dancing can be awkward and weird. You can start small. Bob your head. Tap your foot. Let your hips get in on the action. I know it seems a little sinful but that kid in Footloose had some pretty convincing arguments about why God would be down with you dancing, and personally I trust Kevin Bacon’s research and believe it to be impeccable. Nobody’s going to judge you for getting your groove on. When I go full plaid, I kind of look like this guy:


Guy starts dance party

That guy danced like an idiot and look how well it turned out for him! He made a ton of friends and started a movement and was even the subject of a TED Talk. Just think: cut loose and you could become famous on the Internet! Nobody’s expecting you to be Channing Tatum. (You were expecting that to be a stripper video, weren’t you? Admit it.) Just start with being the flailing guy on the hill, and go from there.

Maybe we should all learn to dance together. There are resources out there for people like us, my fellow unhipnicks. We can learn. I believe this is a reliable educational source, and once we’ve mastered those moves we can go on to the advanced seminar. When you’re done with that, you can study this video of Tim dancing with a tambourine. (It’s not homework, it’s just awesome.) I believe in my heart that if we all work on unwinding our spines, extracting our broomsticks, and letting the devil into our pelvises (that’s totally going to be the name of a new dance I’m going to invent), we’ll all have a much better time.

Sincerely,

me

P.S. I love you all, even though I find your lack of dancing disturbing. And you really ought to go buy some Hey Rosetta! CDs or something.

Five Songs for Spring

At long last, spring appears to have arrived in my doorstep. It’s that magical time of year that makes you wonder whether maybe you do have that seasonal affective disorder thing because there’s really no other accounting for how happy a little sunshine can make you. Spring is all about new beginnings, new blooms, and shaking off the gloom of winter, so here are a few songs this Musical Monday to get you in the spirit.

Josh Ritter, “Snow is Gone”

I’m underneath your window now—it’s long after the birds have gone to roost
And I’m not sure if I’m singing for the love of it or for the love of you
But I’ve flown a long way honey hear my confession then I’ll go
I’d rather be the one who loves than to be loved and never even know

This is one of those songs that gets perpetually stuck in my  head, but I can’t complain… Ritter’s fantastic lyrics paired with the catchy, upbeat drive of this song make it my go-to song for spring. As an added bonus, this video is of a live performance; Josh Ritter is one of my absolute favorites for live performances because he brings an incredible enthusiasm to his work. His music is beautiful and moving and fun but getting to share his obvious enjoyment in it is perhaps the best part.


Hey Rosetta!, “New Goodbye”

get your things
we’re leaving
when the morning birds are singing
we’re sailing

cause its time to go
what’s to come only fate can show
see her move like a toreador
wielding her cloak and sword

You may have noticed by now that I’m kind of obsessed with Hey Rosetta! I can’t help myself.They’re just so insanely amazing. “New Goodbye” is a particular favorite for new beginnings, just the kind of song to get you up and out the door to chase the life you really want. It’s an anthem for starting over and casting off and moving on, and it’s lovely on top of that.


Yael Naim, “New Soul”

I’m a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take
But since I came here
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake

This is one of those songs that’ll put a little spring in your step, not to mention it’s kind of adorable. It’s possible I have a thing for songs about starting fresh, but that’s only because starting fresh is my favorite hobby. :D


Bright Eyes, “First Day of My Life”

Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange you said everything changed
You felt as if you’d just woke up

Some days I just have to indulge my inner romantic. Okay, every day. At all times. Ever. I love this song’s simplicity and the undercurrent of hope. Also, the video’s awesome and I honestly can’t explain why.


Jason Mraz, “I’m Yours”

I’ve been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
And so I drew a new face and I laughed

If I wish to make myself happy instantly, there is no better man for the job than Jason Mraz. I love his voice, his lyrics (well okay, I didn’t really like “Wordplay” but I appreciated the sentiment behind it), his style… I pretty much love everything about the guy. In the way that you can say that about people you’ve never met. You know what I’m saying. Every time this song comes on the radio it instantly brightens even the worst day… and the Sesame Street remix is pretty awesome, too.

Five Songs To Make A Bad Day Better

There are certain things that don’t come naturally to me. Among the legion of things on that list are doing math, playing the ukelele, and being happy. Mostly I’m not bothered with my inability to play the ukelele, and the math thing only gets in my way every now and again, but the being happy thing is kind of an issue. It’s not that I shuffle my way through life with a constant rain cloud over my head — though some days may feel like that — but it’s more that if I want to feel happy, I often have to work for it. It’s something that takes effort on my part. Especially on Mondays.

I’ve developed some seriously good ways to bring myself out of a funk, though, even if they only work for a little while. And one of the best — barring the availability of a luxurious bathtub, a day off, a hot cup of tea and a good book — is music. I have a few songs in my MP3 library that are guaranteed to brighten my mood and give me hope and energy for the day. I thought I’d share a handful of them for what I’m going to call Music Mondays, because honestly on Mondays I feel like there’s nothing the world needs more than a little hope.


Trevor Hall, “Other Ways”

When I think about all the other ways I could’ve played,
All the other simple moves I could’ve made,
All the other cards that I could have dealt,
All the books I didn’t read upon my shelf,
All the other ways I could’ve sung my songs
and realized that none of it went wrong.
When it was all play,
How could it be any other way?


Jeremy Kay, “Have It All”

Maybe it’s too soon to be sure
But I really do believe that someday
We’re gonna have it all
So I try to hard to keep the rhythm of a train
Rolling right along
When the ride gets rough you got to carry on
Carry on


Andy Grammer, “Keep Your Head Up”

The glow that the sun gives
Right around sunset
Helps me realize
This is just a journey
Drop your worries
You are gonna turn out fine
Oh, you’ll turn out fine
Fine, oh, you’ll turn out fine


The Swell Season, “Feeling the Pull”

And I’m feeling the pull
Dragging me off again
And I’m feeling so small
Against that big sky tonight


Elbow, “One Day Like This”

‘Cause holy cow, I love your eyes
And only now I see the light
Yeah, lying with you half awake
Stumbling over what to say
Well, anyway, it’s looking like a beautiful day


I’m always looking for new additions to my pick-me-up music library; what are your favorite songs to make a bad day better?

Four Songs That Say “Holidays” Without Driving Me To Murder

I should begin by saying that I feel traumatized by Christmas music. It’s all due to a former coworker, who shall remain unnamed because, well, I can’t remember her name. I’m trying to block out my wasted years in corporate America. Anyway, she sat in the cube across from mine and she started with the Christmas music around Halloween and didn’t stop until after New Years. And I’m not just talking Christmas music in general. I’m talking the Charlie Brown Christmas album. Over and over and over and over again, right up until the point where I was searching for the Necronomicon and looking for ways to get great Cthulhu to rise from his watery kingdom at R’lyeh and consume us all because that is just how badly I wanted to end it all.

There are a few songs that I think of as winter anthems that tend to get me through the holidays in one piece, though. They’re not necessarily Christmas songs or holiday songs or even any particular sort of song, but they make me think of barren branches and snow and all things seasonal, so what the hell. Here, have some music.


Jeffrey Foucault, “Ghost Repeater”

All of the drunks
Dressed up like Santa Claus
Ring Salvation Army bells
But the town square is quiet
The juke joints are empty
Everyone’s buying
What no one can sell

I don’t think that Jeffrey Foucault has ever once in his life sung something that wasn’t heartbreakingly beautiful, and I’ve long admired him for the remarkable poetry of his lyrics. Listening to his music is like watching a movie in your head (if you’re me, anyway), complete with mind-blowing cinematography. His clear contender for holiday song of the century is “Ghost Repeater,” and you can even download the mp3 for free from his website because he is. Just. That. Awesome.

Aside from some gorgeous Christmas-meets-the-death-of-the-American-dream sort of imagery, this song also contains one of my favorite pieces in the history of songwriting: “The wages of sin / Don’t adjust for inflation / It’s a buyer’s market / When you sell your soul”. I love this song. I love this album. I love Jeffrey Foucault, particularly when he’s saving me from the doldrums of holiday music. But I’m going to stop nattering on now and let you listen… here’s a live recording of Foucault performing this particular song with the accompaniment of the great Peter Mulvey:

Jeffrey Foucault, “Ghost Repeater”


Figgy Duff, “Henry Martin”

There were three brothers in merry Scotland,
In merry Scotland there were three
And they did cast lots which of them should go, should go, should go,
And turn robber all on the salt sea

I will be the first to admit to you that my holiday rituals are extremely geeky holiday rituals. Sure, I like the standard stuff like Christmas trees and lights and the whole bit, but what really sets the mood for the season in my book is the Doctor Who Christmas special and my own private screening of every Christmas-themed episode of Due South. Which is why this little ditty about privateers and tallship battles is a holiday anthem in my house — it’s from the awesome Due South Christmas episode “Gift of the Wheelman“. Plus, it’s just lovely. It’s not what you’d call a terribly cheerful song, but I’m pretty sure I was emotionally damaged in fourth grade, when the two songs we had to sing in class every day were 1) about a kid’s parrot dying (he’ll no longer sing koo-koo-dee koo-koo-da, for serious) and 2) about the Titanic sinking and how totally sad that was. (It was sad — so sad! — it was sad — so sad! — it was sad when the great ship went down.) So you know… I kind of prefer my music twisted. And my holidays. And kind of everything else, really. *Cough* So uh, here’s a song.

Figgy Duff, “Henry Martin”


The Pogues, “Fairytale of New York”

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won’t see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

This list just wouldn’t be complete — but it would contain much cleaner language — without The Pogues. Personally, I don’t consider it to be Christmas until I’ve listened to “Fairytale of New York” at least a half dozen times.

The Pogues, “Fairytale of New York”


Laura Veirs, “Icebound Stream”

I can hold a thunderhead in my heart
And in my bed I can dream a winter’s gale
And wake up drenched
A stormy pale, a stormy pale

Okay look, I don’t want to completely geek out on you and like blow your mind or something, but I’m not really kidding when I say that the theme of the season for me is Due South, which is why this song (and specifically this video) is my final winter pick. The Due South two-parter “Victoria’s Secret” is one of the finest pieces of television produced in EVER, as far as I’m concerned, and this fanvid for the episode set to Laura Veirs’ “Icebound Stream” is one of the best works of fan creativity I’ve ever seen, too. I’ve actually watched it so many times that when the song comes on my MP3 player the vid starts to play in full color in my brains. It kind of takes all the emotional points of the episode and distills them into a steely ice pick which it then jams right into your heart. It is just that amazing. DO NOT JUDGE ME. Instead, go buy Due South on DVD — it’s less than $20 for the complete three seasons, and it is well worth the money, not to mention it makes a super gift — and then you too can do a Due South holiday marathon! It’s much better than singing Christmas carols with your aunt Bertha or whatever it is you usually do.

Laura Veirs, “Icebound Stream”

Four Songs That Are Restoring My Faith in Humanity

Admittedly, it doesn’t take much to make me lose my faith in humanity. I’m a bit of an Eeyore, if I’m honest. Popular culture seems to be a particular source of vexation. All I have to do is turn on the television (where things seem to have devolved into a 24-hour completely-fabricated-”reality”-show marathon) to start wondering where we went wrong as a species, and all these top-40 radio stations in my fair city don’t help, either. I feel like I find half my time station-surfing to find a song that isn’t an anthem on how awesome cheating is, taking revenge on a cheater, or telling a cheater that you’re better than all of this anyway. Well, that or a narcissistic wank-fest. Or irritating club songs whose lyrics can’t be made out anyway but seem to consist of a single line repeated, with synthesizers. (I’m sure it’s great to dance to, but sometimes I enjoy lyrics. Also, I would appreciate it if you kids would turn down your music and get off my lawn.)

Occasionally, however, I hear a song that makes me proud to be a part of the same human race that could produce that kind of music. Occasionally I hear a song that makes me weep uncontrollably for no good reason (like this blog’s first selection did) or that makes me feel like something larger than myself or that simply, in the immortal words of Jack Black, has the power to move me. I thought I’d share a few in case you haven’t heard them yet, and I hope that they touch you, too.


Adele – “Someone Like You”

Never mind, I’ll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you
Don’t forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
“Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.”

Everybody likes Adele. I feel safe saying that, and if it isn’t entirely the truth, I can at least qualify it by saying that everybody who has a soul likes her music. She has a remarkable voice, a beautiful presence and a serious knack for reaching into your chest cavity and squeezing things until you sob. While some of her songs definitely fall into the breakup-bitterness category that I’m not usually a fan of (though since this is Adele we’re talking about, and I’m definitely a fan of them from her), far and away my favorite tune of hers is “Someone Like You.” It’s a gorgeous, poetic song, but the thing about it that helps to restore my faith in humanity is that it’s just so very adult. There’s a gut-twisting sense of sadness to it, and it’s about a relationship that didn’t work, but while some people might cope with the loss by causing incredible damage to personal property (Carrie Underwood! *shakes fist*) or taking all of their partner’s money, selling his positions and destroying his credit (Blu Cantrell! *shakes fist*), this song handles a break-up in the way that I like to imagine these things can actually happen between people who are emotionally balanced and actually love each other. Even when the relationship fails, for whatever reason, they can think of each other fondly, wish each other well, want to be remembered and want what they had back, but bear in mind that although sometimes it lasts in love, sometimes it hurts instead. And that’s okay, even if it’s not easy. That’s how life works.


Hey Rosetta! – “Welcome”

Sorry, this is it
It’s cold and hard and badly lit
And there’s no backing out of it
So forget where you’ve been
It’ll never be that good again
And we must only look ahead

Hey Rosetta! frontman Tim Baker wrote this song for some friends of his who’d recently had a baby… or rather, he wrote it for that baby. I’ve heard all sorts of soppy country songs about how children are the best thing ever (and frankly, I’m not buying it), but this is the first song I’ve ever heard that really sums up how I feel as a young person whose friends are starting to have kids that eventually will be facing — as all children do, I suppose — an uncertain and trying future. I love this song not only because it’s Hey Rosetta! (and I kind of think everything they’ve ever done is absolutely stellar), but because it manages to be simultaneously frank, bleak, hopeful, and more than anything else, emotional. In one verse, Baker’s warning the kid that our generation is handing off our troubles, and that these new generations will have to do better than we did, and that sometimes we get lost in life and struggle; in another, he’s reassuring: “You will do alright / You’ve got your mother’s eyes / You’ve got your daddy’s head / Everything you need.”

Mostly, what moves me about this song (and makes me hope that maybe these kids — the ones that Baker’s friends have, the ones that my friends have — really will do alright) is the intense, driving, powerful love that radiates through every word. Love for the child he’s writing to, love for that child’s parents, love dare I say it for the human race and all of its foibles. That child — the one being welcomed to the world with this tune — is lucky indeed to be born into a bigger family that already knows it will make mistakes, forgives it, reaches out to give it a hand up, and is delighting in its entrance. I get a little choked up every time Baker sings, “I can feel you and what you’re gonna be / You’ll be stronger, you’ll be smarter than me / Oh baby, I’ll say it again / You’re the most incredible thing.”


P!nk – “Fuckin’ Perfect”

You’re so mean when you talk
About yourself. You were wrong.
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead.

Usually I’d be the last person to agree with a sentiment that places self-esteem over self-respect (there is an important distinction between the two, after all), so when I first heard the chorus to this tune I was prepared to hate it. A lot. Who is Pink, after all, to tell teenagers that they’re perfect when they’re probably really little bastards? Let’s not inflate their egos here, Pink. Come on.

By the time this tune came on the radio again and I actually heard the whole thing, however, I’d worked through my moment of being all judge-y judge and was prepared to listen. What I heard was an anthem that spoke to my inner insecure, self-loathing teenaged self. I hope that it’s speaking to the actual teenagers of the world too, and it’s obviously a timely piece of music with the rising awareness of how much bullying and other pressures from peers can ruin a kid’s life. The verse I quoted above was a particularly poignant one for me: being kind to myself has always been a struggle for me, and I wrestle daily with the problems that come from having a truly and profoundly awful self-image; I can’t imagine how difficult the same issues are for kids who are still trying to figure out who they are, riding the tide of hormonal puberty, and dealing with the sometimes practically-sociopathic behavior of others who are just as screwed up. And this song has an important message for them: that it does get better. That somebody loves you, or somebody will. That you aren’t alone. That you shouldn’t let anyone make you feel like you’re less than you are. That your life is your own to live, and you shouldn’t let other people dictate for you what sort of life it’s going to be. And it doesn’t hurt that Pink sings it with a sincerity that borders on painful. This song isn’t so much my usual thing, but I’d never call it less than perfect.


The Swell Season – “High Hope” (featuring Moji)

Cause I’ve been living in a half life
Not sure which way to turn
why must a man lose everything to find out what he wants?

I knew this list would have to include a Glen Hansard tune because, in the space between his two bands (The Frames and The Swell Season) lies a musical lexicon which, frankly, has made my life and my emotional landscape a richer thing. When I’m talking about music that moves me, I could feature practically every song the man has ever sung, but I chose to restrict myself to one, and in particular to one performance that lifts me up every time I hear it.

Seeing a Swell Season performance live is really the closest I come to a religious experience. Every time I hear Glen Hansard talk on any subject I feel as if my spiritual horizons have been expanded, and in saying that I don’t mean to imply that the guy tries to be a motivational speaker, has all the answers or is even particularly profound (on purpose, at least). He seems to look at the world in this sort of intense, soul-searching, thoughtful way that ends up offering all sorts of ideas and insights about life and relationships that just… if I might go so far as to say it, it helps you understand yourself. It’s an active and difficult search for emotional fitness and a recognition that the search itself is the important part.

With this particular song (and quite a few others in the band’s repertoire), Hansard often asks the audience to sing along. At this particular show, he heard a voice in the crowd that he really liked. So he invited the person attached to that voice to get up on stage and help the band make a bit of art. I love this song because it invites you to take a risk, to make a decision, to focus on the future instead of dwelling on the past, to wish others well in their journey and hope that you come together again sometime, even if your paths are diverging. I love this particular performance because Moji, that audience member pulled up on stage, is clearly having the time of her life, seizing the moment, and contributing her own talents to making something beautiful. She gives a piece of herself to the crowd and lets that energy be amplified and returned. It’s joy for the sake of joy, and another moment that can help us all remember how to live: with love, without fear, and in a state of wonder.

Ten Ways To Make Your Heart Beat Out A Melody: An Introduction to The Swell Season

I’ll just say it, and get it right out there; it’s best to be up front with these things. I’m in love with Glen Hansard.

Granted, I don’t actually know Glen Hansard. I guess it would be more accurate to say I’m in love with his brains. And his voice. But I don’t want to go on and on about his, you know… “features.” I wouldn’t want to objectify. Point is, he’s brilliant, and I’m a big enough person to admit to myself that he’s more talented than I will ever, ever be. I like it that way; it means I’ll always have him to look up to.

If you haven’t heard of Glen Hansard, here are the basics: He’s been a busker since he dropped out of school to pursue his music in his early teens. He’s the frontman of a band called The Frames. He had a supporting role (as the guitar player, natch) in the great film The Commitments. He starred in and composed/performed the music for a little independent film called Once, for which he and co-star/co-singer Marketa Irglova won an Oscar (for the music). (You can pick up this film on Amazon for $8, no kidding. If you haven’t seen it, I urge you to do so immediately.) These days, he and Marketa Irglova (along with the occasional addition of the guys from The Frames) are performing as a band called The Swell Season, and their latest album, Strict Joy, just came out a few months ago.

I have trouble describing exactly the effect that Glen’s music has on me. I’ve often heard music that has moved me, but this is the first music that I feel has changed me. Something about the stories that Glen tells with his music and the voice he tells them with makes me want to be a better person, makes me want to know more and experience more and appreciate people more and generally just be more than I am. I’m not quite sure how to describe it to you, which is why I’d like for you to just experience it, which is why I’ve put together this post. Inside you’ll find free downloads (free and legal!), some of my favorite moments as brought to us by YouTube, and my commentary on why I’m so over the moon with it all. Think of it as a musical advent calendar, only you don’t have to wait at all between numbers. ;) If you’re not in the mood to listen to or read all of these, I do urge you to skip down to #1 on the list and check it out; I guarantee it’ll brighten up your day.

Ten Ways To Make Your Heart Beat Out A Melody
An Introduction to The Swell Season

10. ‘Fantasy man you are always one step ahead of me…’