Enjoy Your Pint by Pádraig Ó Tuama At the bar, in an unknown part of Birmingham I bought two pints and paid with paper money from the northern part of Ireland. That’s not British money, the publican said. And I
Last week Thom Yorke (Radiohead), performed a haunting and beautiful song titled “Daily Battles”, on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert. I just had to post is as I gone back to listen to it multiple times. The song is
Our Precarious Joy by Alok [support the author] feeling is dangerous because it requires us to dwell in anguish, rather than anesthetize it (as if it never happened). so many fear joy because they fear losing it. they hate us
Wild Horses by Noah Gundersen Always got a lot on my mind Feels like the net just gets bigger with time Stretching out behind me Trawling the open sea Waste a lot of breath on the bullshit I breathe a
Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy) by John Lennon & Yoko Ono Close your eyes Have no fear The monster’s gone He’s on the run and your daddy’s here Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Beautiful boy Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Beautiful boy Before you go
I Loved You Before I Was Born by Li-Young Lee I loved you before I was born. It doesn’t make sense, I know. I saw your eyes before I had eyes to see. And I’ve lived longing for your ever
The Boxer by Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel I am just a poor boy Though my story’s seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles such are promises All lies and jest Still a man hears
Tomorrow night I’m going to see the great Jack White. He’s playing Seattle’s WaMu Theater. I’ve never seen him live before. Can’t wait. Not only do I love his music, and his musicianship, I also love his love of music.
Tomorrow night Lynette, Pascal, and I are going to see My Bloody Valentine at the Paramount Theater. No doubt it’s going to be a full on sensory event. My ears are ringing just thinking about it… and it’s gonna be
Last Night As I Was Sleeping by Antonio Machado Last Night As I Was Sleeping, I dreamt–a marvelous error!– that a spring was breaking out in my heart. I said: Along which secret aqueduct, Oh water, are you coming to
My Life Is a Memory by Rafael Arévalo Martínez, translated from Spanish by William George William When I met her I loved myself. It was she who had my best singing, she who set flame to my obscure youth, she
“The Mother” (Evangeline) by Brandi Carlile Welcome to the end of being alone inside your mind Tethered to another and you’re worried all the time You always knew the melody but you never heard it rhyme She’s fair and she
I first heard this song a couple of days ago and I haven’t been able to get it out of my heart. Some deep parts of me resonate with the feelings Bea Miller gives voice to… I’m guessing that maybe
Happy to Be Here by Julien Baker If I could do what I want I’d become an electrician I’d climb inside my head And I’d rearrange the wires in my brain A different me would be inhabiting this body Have
This year marks the 25th anniversary or the release of R.E.M.’s Automatic for the People, which contained, “Everybody Hurts.” I must be getting old. Everybody Hurts by R.E.M. When your day is long And the night, the night is yours
Chance the Rapper, together with Daniel Caesar performed an unrecorded song on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert. I think he’s calling it, “First World Problems.” So beautiful! First World Problems by Chance the Rapper, featuring Daniel Caesar I get
On this July 4th when the United States of America celebrates its birth as a nation, the myth of its “independence” feels like a cruel blending of narcissism, racism, sexism, classism, and naturism… Independence for whom? From whom? American “independence”
It’s “Thanksgiving” in the USA today… thanksgiving for whom? is a great question to be asking. USAmerican “Thanksgiving” appears to be weighted in the direction of settlers and colonizers. If you are an indigenous “American” or an African “American” or
Pearl by Ted Kooser Elkader, Iowa, a morning in March, the Turkey River running brown and wrinkly from a late spring snow in Minnesota, a white two-story house on Mulberry Street, windows flashing with sun, and I had come a
What Comes by Carolyn Forché J’ai rapporté du désespoir un panier si ipetit mon amou, qu’on a pu le tresser en osier. I bought back from despair a basket so light, that it could have been woven of willow.
Prince’s latest release contains the track to the above video… “Baltimore.” This song holds the memory of Freddie Gray and his killing at the hands of the Baltimore police department. We all know that Mr. Gray was not killed because
Invisible by U2 It’s like the room just cleared of smoke I didn’t even want the heart you broke It’s yours to keep You just might need one I finally found my real name I won’t be me when you
KEXP introduced me to a new artist: Perfume Genius (new artist to me, think I heard this is the third release). I heard the single, “Queen” off the new Too Bright release. So good! Peace, dwight
I stumbled across this video by a Croatian cellist duo – 2Cellos – consisting of classically trained cellists, Luka Šulić and Stjepan Hauser. I had never heard of them before, but they play instrumental arrangements of well-known pop and rock songs, as well as
We Lived Happily During the War by Ilya Kaminsky And when they bombed other people’s houses, we protested but not enough, we opposed them but not enough. I was in my bed, around my bed America was falling: invisible house
I was recently introduced to the work of the British composer and pianist, Max Richter. Richter works within postminimalism and in the meeting of contemporary classical and alternative popular musical styles. Simply beautiful. Check out his website. Peace, dwight
Keep Breathing by Ingrid Michaelson The storm is coming but I don’t mindPeople are dying, I close my blindsAll that I know is I’m breathing nowI want to change the world, and instead I sleepI want to believe in more
A Brief for the Defense by Jack Gilbert Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies are not starving someplace, they are starving somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils. But we enjoy our lives because that’s what God wants. Otherwise the
A Little Bit of Everything by Dawes With his back against the San Francisco traffic, On the bridges side that faces towards the jail, Setting out to join a demographic, He hoists his first leg up over the rail. And
