Just a simple post today to share one of my favorite songs right now. It’s hard to narrow down my favorite Eric Church songs because he literally has dozens of amazing ones. I will say though, that “Round Here Buzz” is a song I just don’t get tired of, and I can keep it on repeat for a while. Every time it comes on the radio, it makes me think of the local bars in small towns I’ve spent time in over the years. You know, the places you know you’re bound to run into people you know because everyone hangs out at the same places? It makes me think about the passage of time. The coming and going, and the people you just don’t see anymore. The old flames, that die down when someone leaves. “Catch me a round here buzz cause you ain’t round here none, Keep putting ’em down here, nother round here, til my down goes up” He’s really good at making it seem easy to sing a relatable song. I think this is one of those that probably makes whoever listen to it, have a flashback to someone or some point of time in their lives. It’s a little melancholy, but it’s also addicting – not really a downer when you’re singing along really loud in the car, ya know? If you haven’t heard this one yet, give it a listen!
Hey, seeing as I’ve had a Third Eye Blind CD on repeat in my car for a week again, I’m sharing another Flashback Friday song today. “Motorcycle Drive By” might be one of my favorite songs of all time, no lie. It has special calming powers. So, if the morning gets off to a rough start, or I’m driving home after a horrendous day – turn it up, roll the windows down, (doesn’t hurt when the beach looks pretty on the drive) and sing along – all will be well. At least for the duration of the track, and then my trick? Play it again…and again. It’s just that good. I mean the whole album is amazing. Dive into nostalgia and give it a listen if you haven’t in a while.
Happy Sunday, everyone! I woke up this morning and the sky is dark and grey, and I can see the trees swaying in the wind out my window with rain on the horizon. I’m not quite ready to crawl out of that comfortable Sunday morning feel yet, though to be honest my dreams were wild and I woke up from the crash of thunder several hours ago. So, I poured myself some coffee and I’m doing what I do sometimes, which is listen to the same handful of songs by The Districts on repeat. I know I’ve mentioned my love for them on here before (through an old search, I see in my Watch This: About Alex post,) but I think it’s been awhile. “Funeral Beds” is one of those songs where if I’m not being careful, and don’t have on cruise control, my foot gets heavy on the accelerator. It’s a jam out song of mine for sure – especially when they start riffing on the harmonica. The Districts are cemented in several memories of mine over time. (Like that time they played a smaller stage at Bonnaroo 2015, and my friend piggy backed me for a better view.) I mean, the song itself is heavy and the words cut deep – but the delivery is something else entirely, and it just makes my whole body want to move. “Funeral Beds” is a track on The Districts 2013 release Telephone. For any of you haven’t heard it yet, or if you have listen again. Here’s a good little tune to get your day going:
This morning, Dishwalla’s “Counting Blue Cars” came on the radio as I was driving to work, and I just came unglued. I’m a nineties kid. Of course I know the words by heart, and I knew what was coming, but when they got to
“Must have been late after noon
On our way, the sun broke free of the clouds
We count only blue cars skip the cracks in the street
And ask many questions like children often do”
I feel like it broke me a little bit. First of all, this song is a classic, secondly it lends itself to multiple interpretations (existentialism, philosophy, religious connotation, mental health, the whole shebang,) thirdly I think it’s a great jam. Also, sense of “community” has been heavy on my mind and heart and I feel like this song opened the flood gates somehow. I was thinking about our underground networks of communication. I was thinking how sometimes, distance doesn’t matter – kind words from someone near or far, can really touch our soul.. While in some situations, a tight bear hug would be much preferred, it’s no reason to shrug the extension of kindness through communication, or support in the form of an open ear, or someone that just attempts to understand, or those quiet “me toos.” There are so many ways we can reach out and hold someone’s hand in pain, metaphorically and literally. I was thinking about how pain, grief, and uncertainty are like sitting in a dark room.When we let someone in, when we open up, when we ease the weight of some of the load we carry by not hiding all these difficult emotions – it’s like a light coming on in that room. Maybe not the big overhead light flooding the room in a warm glow, but even a little dim nightlight in the corner that helps light the path. Sometimes, you sit in the dark room for so long it’s hard to remember that the light can seep back through the sliver of space under the door. My point is, we all need each other sometimes. Be kind, be open, be compassionate. This song also makes me think about child-like innocence, and that sting in a wound when we’re vulnerable, and also about how easily our perceptions are shaped when we’re young. Be the light in the dark room for each other, okay? And if you don’t know what song I’m rambling on about, or you just want to jam out to it today, listen to this: