She’s growing up.
Posted on May 15, 2012
Posted on April 12, 2012
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This gentleman is pretty much unresponsive in a nursing home until he hears the music he loves, then he shows emotion and speaks clearly both while he is listening and for a period of time after the music stops. I’d love to think that my brain is this connected to music. Terrific video.
Posted on April 11, 2012
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I live in your ghost. You’re ghost lives in me now. I live in your ghost. You live in the host ever after.
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Denison Witmer, I Live In Your Ghost.
Of his newest record, this song reminds me of how small my most crippling problems are. “The Host” - how beyond my comprehension.
Posted on April 8, 2012
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This morning the Johnson City Press did a piece on a local egg fighting competition. It takes place in Peters Hollow (somewhere around here), and involves some people who in some way or another are related to me possibly.
Anyways, I think it is interested to see this news in the paper this morning and see their coverage, and then to reflect on the journal i kept with my Granny and see what she had to say about it before she passed away.
What’s better, this morning my Aunt sent me a picture of Granny in the Southern Living Magazine egg fighting. Sometimes it is more fun when family tells you about something.
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Denison Witmer doing Bob Marley’s Three Little Birds.
A couple of months ago Denison had a special on his site where you could essentially buy a song from him on Skype. He played Brian and Christi and I “I Won’t Let You Down” and finished by playing this song. It was a very special experience for me.
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“You go and I’ll stay. Why would I put clothes on to see some guy you like more than me? But you should go and I’ll be ok. I promised myself I’d finally start that book I’ve been meaning to read about the French Revolution.
You go and I’ll stay. Why would I leave the house to go see some guy who sings better than me? And you come home to me smelling like booze, humming his tunes. I’m rolling over and it’s lights out for this lightweight.”
This.
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Never love a wild thing…. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up…. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Posted on April 2, 2012
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I’m not big on talking anything I do up, but we are sounding really really good for this show.Practice!
Posted on March 25, 2012
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Phantogram. Let Me Go.
Posted on March 23, 2012
