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Listen to This: Calling All Angels

I was driving to work this morning and Train’s “Calling All Angels” came on the radio, and I haven’t heard it in a while. With news of Chris Cornell’s death yesterday, I was thinking about the personal demons we face, and how so many times people fight those battles silently. That line “I need to know that things are gonna look up.” People need something to hope for, and they need to know that there’s light at the end of the tunnel, and that even on dark days when you feel absolutely horrible, you are not always going to feel like that. It’s hard to say when the clouds will lift, but one day they will. And sometimes, well I think almost all the time – people need to know they’re not alone. People just want someone to reach out to them, to listen, to provide a sense of company in our crazy world – even if you can’t physically be there in a moment. We all get so busy in our day to day lives, and have our own ordeals and struggles to handle, but just remember to check in with each other. It helps ease the burden of the weight we all carry.

I know this song probably sounds cheesy in memory, but the message is a good point and it’s a good reminder. So, here’s to a little Friday throwback. And as always, remember to be kind to each other – what a difference it can make.

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Meg Says Listen to This “We Used to Wait”

It’s no secret I love to make mix CD’s. I love to write snail mail. There’s something different about meticulously choosing the songs you’re going to add, the order they’ll play in, the mood progression it creates, when you burn them to a CD, draw up a little “cover,” and stick them in the mail. It’s a world away from handing somebody a flash drive, or sending them a link to something on YouTube and telling them to check it out. (Though I do that on the blog posts here so there’s a convenience factor to it, I know.) There’s something special about a handwritten note, addressed, licking the envelope, putting a stamp on it. I think it takes more thought to write a letter, than it does to send a text message. Of course,¬† you can’t share something urgent in the mail seeing as how sometimes it takes about a week for a note to make it to someone, but there’s still an art to splashing your heart on a page with ink. There’s something exhilarating (or nerve wracking,) about the anticipation of exciting news, or a delicate apology, a reminder of love, or revealing the longing’s of your heart being discovered in the mailbox. “I’m gonna write a letter to my true love, I’m gonna sign my name.” Every once in a while I like to put “We Used to Wait” by Arcade Fire off their album, The Suburbs on my mixes. I think it encapsulates the beauty of the lost art of letter writing. I guess on a deeper level, the art of a permanent communication, or at least a more intentional version of it. It reminds me how much better is it to know someone took a pen to paper, thoughtfully wrote down their words, maybe you can see the parts where they hesitated and the heights of the letters change, or they got excited and started writing fast and sloppy – it feels so much more intimate to hold that piece of paper in your hand, than to stare at empty words on a screen. The world is constantly changing, but there are some tired and true things that are worth keeping around “Now our lives are changing fast, hope that something pure can last.” I love singing along to this song, but when I let the words sink in it always wrecks me a bit. All that anticipation, and excitement, or sometimes disappointment… “We used to wait, sometimes it never came.” I guess it covers it all.

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Meg Says Listen to This: Misunderstood

I have been listening to the Better than Ezra Greatest Hits album non-stop for the past two weeks. My obsession with them is nothing new, but when I was in Macon a few weekends back they came on in this craft beer bar, and I’d been wanting to listen to them ever since. I remember the first time I heard “Misunderstood” playing faintly over the speakers during lunch at Applebees in Inverness. The lyrics caught my attention immediately, as is the case most of the time when I hear a new song, and it’s been one of my personal anthems ever since. Obviously, fourteen year old me wasn’t working as a waitress and auditioning for Hollywood movies on the side, but I was walking around my neighborhood at all hours. Plus, what teenager ever feels understood? Heck at this rate, what human feels understood? It’s a rare thing. I’m writing this with an intense twitch in my left eye, and a stress level dangerously close to Randall from this week’s episode of This is Us (if you didn’t watch it let’s just say um, high.) In light of all that, music mellows me out. Especially music I can belt out along with. So, it might not be Throwback Thursday but it’s a good a day as any to share this song with you. Happy¬† listening!

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Meg Says Listen to This: Talkin Shit About a Pretty Sunset

I had the opportunity to see Modest Mouse live for the first time last weekend, and let me tell you: if you ever get the chance, they do not disappoint. Anyway, I got to thinking about this old song of theirs and how much I love it. I thought it’d be a good one to share with yall today, since it’s been a minute since my last post. Simple and powerful, all in one. Here you go:

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Meg Says, Listen to This: “I Hear the Bells”

Thanks to the “On this Day” feature on Facebook, I was reminded of this lovely song this morning. I first heard “I Hear the Bells” by Mike Doughty on Veronica Mars several years ago, and it’s been a favorite ever since. Of course I listened to it about three times during my work out because I can never get enough. Also, it’s a pretty good jam for a Monday. This song is upbeat, catchy, and undeniably likable. If you don’t know this one yet – give it a listen!

Also, my favorite part *insert heart eyes emoji here*…

“I hear the bells
They are like emeralds, and
Glints in the night
Commas and ampersands
Your moony face
So inaccessible
Your inner mind
So inexpressible”