Music madness
Normally audience singalongs bother me when I'm watching video of songs I love. But there's something about this one ... it totally doesn't bother me. It just makes me happy. It reminds me of the millions of times singing this song with friends at the top of our lungs when we were in high school. And makes me wish I could have been there in Central Park on that evening in June.
One of my main pastimes lately has been watching videos of Brandi, the Indigo Girls, the Avett Brothers, etc. It's like the next best thing to seeing them for real, which for some reason has been a major desire of my heart this fall.
One of my main pastimes lately has been watching videos of Brandi, the Indigo Girls, the Avett Brothers, etc. It's like the next best thing to seeing them for real, which for some reason has been a major desire of my heart this fall.
I wasn't nuts about the song "Last Tears" on the album, but this video gives me chills, and I am now completely in love with it. Emily's voice is so perfect, and she's so sincere, and Amy's pants are so ridiculous & wonderful, and watching Brandi Carlile stand there and mouth the words about three minutes in just makes me teary. Something about this young, amazing talent up there with Emily and Amy, who really are an institution by now, as noted by someone in the video's comments -- Brandi looks almost like a little girl. Which clearly she isn't, she is an incredible artist in her own right ... it just moves me. It's like you can see the impact their music has had on her just as a person. Love. Seeing all three of these women in concert has been one of the major highlights of my year so far. I feel lucky.
This one of the three of them singing Bob Dylan just makes me happy, for no discernable reason other than it's awesome.
And now I just can't stop. I am pretty much in love with every single song on Brandi's new album (next Tuesday!) already, but if I had to pick one as my fave, "Dreams" might for sure be it.
I also greatly enjoy "Dying Day."
I love Brandi Carlile. I know I say I am in love with people a lot. But I really am in love with her. For real! That she is not stopping around here during her fall tour causes me actual pain. Oh well. At least she was here in the spring, and lo, it was glorious.
(The next day...) I started poking around the fall schedules of Brandi and the Girls, daydreaming about what would surely be a futile notion of seeing them somehow. I saw that Amy is opening for Brandi on several dates. And I am so one hundred percent sure that that's something that I could miss, considering that several of such dates, while not in this state, are in the South. I am now roadtripping to see them together this fall. It had to happen. And so it is. And I can't wait! This might end up being the greatest year for live music in the history of my life. I mean, them? More than once? And the Avetts at Jazz Fest? And the motherfrackin' Swell Season? I am getting the vapors just thinking about this! It's like it's too good to be true.
And don't even get me started on the Avett Brothers and how they are going to be on LETTERMAN next week. And so it begins. There are actually posts about them on Oh No They Didn't! now. Which, in case you don't know, is a very mainstream celebrity gossip site. They are being written up everywhere I look. They're all over NPR. (Wonderful Tiny Desk Concert, entire new album streaming before its release next Tuesday, etc.) And it's a wonderful thing, and they deserve it, and they have always been stars to me, ever since I first heard them, which let's face it, was in 2008, so it's not like I am the most longterm fan on earth. And that was before I saw what they look like. Which -- come on. On every level, they are so destined to be as famous as I think they are about to be.
But it's very strange to see them about to burst onto the scene in such a huge way. Rick Rubin. I mean, good Lord. The word is that they're doing "I and Love and You" on Letterman and "Laundry Room" on Craig Ferguson the following week. Both of which are relatively mellow songs (for them). I kind of wish they'd play one of their songs where they start jumping in the air and becoming totally unhinged, because that's part of what's wonderful about them, but maybe that's something you can really only appreciate when you're standing live in front of them. I think "Shame" might be a perfect choice because it starts mellow then goes bananas in a way that just kind of blows minds, especially the first time someone hears it (here's a delightful performance of "Shame," goofy audience dancing and a somewhat screamy Seth notwithstanding), but I understand why'd they want to do songs off the new album. Oh, Avett Brothers. Don't ever stop singing "The Weight of Lies." Don't ever change.
This one of the three of them singing Bob Dylan just makes me happy, for no discernable reason other than it's awesome.
And now I just can't stop. I am pretty much in love with every single song on Brandi's new album (next Tuesday!) already, but if I had to pick one as my fave, "Dreams" might for sure be it.
I also greatly enjoy "Dying Day."
I love Brandi Carlile. I know I say I am in love with people a lot. But I really am in love with her. For real! That she is not stopping around here during her fall tour causes me actual pain. Oh well. At least she was here in the spring, and lo, it was glorious.
(The next day...) I started poking around the fall schedules of Brandi and the Girls, daydreaming about what would surely be a futile notion of seeing them somehow. I saw that Amy is opening for Brandi on several dates. And I am so one hundred percent sure that that's something that I could miss, considering that several of such dates, while not in this state, are in the South. I am now roadtripping to see them together this fall. It had to happen. And so it is. And I can't wait! This might end up being the greatest year for live music in the history of my life. I mean, them? More than once? And the Avetts at Jazz Fest? And the motherfrackin' Swell Season? I am getting the vapors just thinking about this! It's like it's too good to be true.
And don't even get me started on the Avett Brothers and how they are going to be on LETTERMAN next week. And so it begins. There are actually posts about them on Oh No They Didn't! now. Which, in case you don't know, is a very mainstream celebrity gossip site. They are being written up everywhere I look. They're all over NPR. (Wonderful Tiny Desk Concert, entire new album streaming before its release next Tuesday, etc.) And it's a wonderful thing, and they deserve it, and they have always been stars to me, ever since I first heard them, which let's face it, was in 2008, so it's not like I am the most longterm fan on earth. And that was before I saw what they look like. Which -- come on. On every level, they are so destined to be as famous as I think they are about to be.
But it's very strange to see them about to burst onto the scene in such a huge way. Rick Rubin. I mean, good Lord. The word is that they're doing "I and Love and You" on Letterman and "Laundry Room" on Craig Ferguson the following week. Both of which are relatively mellow songs (for them). I kind of wish they'd play one of their songs where they start jumping in the air and becoming totally unhinged, because that's part of what's wonderful about them, but maybe that's something you can really only appreciate when you're standing live in front of them. I think "Shame" might be a perfect choice because it starts mellow then goes bananas in a way that just kind of blows minds, especially the first time someone hears it (here's a delightful performance of "Shame," goofy audience dancing and a somewhat screamy Seth notwithstanding), but I understand why'd they want to do songs off the new album. Oh, Avett Brothers. Don't ever stop singing "The Weight of Lies." Don't ever change.
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