It's no secret that Parsonsfield are among my favorite artists making music and performing today (I waxed rhapsodic about them here and here). I had the opportunity to give their new album, entitled WE, a listen prior to its release, and it was everything I've come to expect from them plus some. "Through sincere and… Continue reading New tunes – WE by Parsonsfield
Tag: folk music
Content forthcoming. Standby.
I'm sure you've noticed that I've been a bit derelict in posting original content on here. Sorry about that...I haven't had much time alone with my thoughts of late. But it just occurred to me (because I'm super quick on the uptake like that) that I do have stuff to share, stuff that you might… Continue reading Content forthcoming. Standby.
What I’m Spinning – If We Were Vampires
"It's knowing that this can't go on forever. Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone. Maybe we'll get forty years together, but one day I'll be gone or one day you'll be gone." This post wasn't supposed to be about this song. Up until yesterday, I'd been obsessively listening to another… Continue reading What I’m Spinning – If We Were Vampires
What I’m Spinning – How I Wish She Was Mine
"Gold hair like the ring on her hand..." More on this fella later. For now, listen and imagine yourself in a seedy bar somewhere along the Mississippi on a sultry summer night.
What I’m Spinning – Postcards from Ursa Minor
"And I remembered all the things that I used to care about and I realized that they have faded; they don't matter to me now. They are just moments in a lifetime which I'll never understand. Just a glance across a room, a cigarette burn on my hand; just a second of conversation on a Sunday… Continue reading What I’m Spinning – Postcards from Ursa Minor
With eyes closed tight, I swing with all my might
The last time these guys made an appearance in my blog, they kind of got the short shrift. They closed out a busy two weeks of traversing the east coast and, in much the same way I collapsed, exhausted, on the couch when I finally got home, I lost all momentum in writing my recap.… Continue reading With eyes closed tight, I swing with all my might
“Pure potential in a soiled white shirt”
I'm very nearly finished with my whirlwind month of long car rides that end either in beautiful locales or at the foot of a concert stage. I'm tired, I haven't really known what day of the week it is since mid-July, and my house desperately needs to be cleaned. But despite all that, I don't want it… Continue reading “Pure potential in a soiled white shirt”
Don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing
Normally after a show, I binge on the music I just heard. Depending on how good the show, the binge can last anywhere from a couple of days to a couple of weeks (or, in one particular instance that my husband would just as soon forget, months) until something else catches my interest. However, in the… Continue reading Don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing
Pirate shanty punk rock. Or something.
My sister and I survived our jaunt to Philly to see Lucius (barely, no thanks to a car that didn't want to start and, once it finally got started, the worst rain/hailstorm I've ever had the displeasure of driving through), so after a scant five hours of sleep, I got to do it all over again. This… Continue reading Pirate shanty punk rock. Or something.