Posts Tagged: Music
Out of Focus {In Focus}
sometimes you just have to put your thoughts down
without punctuation
without spell check
without grammar policing
for me it’s easier to hear my thoughts when i’m listening to tunes
i just wish it was dark, and that i had some wine
or smoke
then maybe i could put down even more unadulterated thoughts
like the ones where i say i want to splash color on my walls
burnt reds and yellows and blues
thoughts like i want music to play all day
while i dance barefoot
breasts swinging free without the prison that is a bra
thoughts about new sneakers
that have been often thought about
finally on my feet
that feel so perfect and right
thoughts like i want massive shelves
put together to house books about mushrooms, planes, yoga, and trains
thoughts about a photo mosaic wall
made up of a million different picture frames
some bought at the flea market
others bought at the goodwill
and none bought at the conglomerate down the street
and just then i close my eyes and dream about a room that is my own
tiffany blue with a yellow chandelier
an easel and paint and a chair covered in crushed red velvet
with a basket of fruit in the center of the scratched and painted on tabletop
the kind of fruit that begs you to take a bite
no napkins
just fleshy fruit that when bitten drips down your fingers
palms
wrists
forearms
and chin
just then out of the window the sun glows low through the trees
with a beckoning warmth
that makes you forget that your fingers are sticky
that your face is refreshingly dirty with the juice of the earth
these are the thoughts that are dancing in my head
they are out of focus
in focus
Monday Morning
The average, healthy, well-adjusted adult gets up at seven-thirty in the morning feeling just plain terrible.
—Jean Kerr, Please Don’t Eat the Daisies, 1957
“We’re like chocolate in the sun, and in this heat we are melting into everyone.”
Last week I was invited to see an actual music concert. The kind where it’s loud, and dark, and really cool to tell your friends all about. I thought about who I would ask to accompany me to the show, and ultimately decided on my very own, music loving, eleven year old daughter Olivia.
When I told her about it I could tell that she was really excited by how wide her eyes grew. It would be her first concert. I knew she would absolutely love it.
I listened to the self titled, debut album, One eskimO, from the critically-acclaimed English band, a few days before learning of the concert opportunity, and I immediately fell in love with their infectious sound.
I wanted to create a sound of my own: magical, ambient, filmic, acoustic, beautiful and meaningful. I wanted to write about how I felt about life, love, losses and failures, highs and lows, even heartbreaks. But also about how amazing human life is and how mind-blowing our very existence is.—Kristian Leontiou, lead singer
Leontiou set out to create this beautiful, atmospheric sound, and he totally succeeded.
A live show can make or break a musical group. If their album sounds great, but their live show sucks, I am instantly turned off. One eskimO’s live show was incredible. All four of the band members contribute to the creative structure that makes up this band. There’s a talented acoustic guitarist, Pete Rinaldi; an insanely wild drummer, Adam Falkner; an amazing percussionist/bass guitarist, Jamie Sefton; and—of course—the dreamy voiced lead singer, Kristian Leontiou.
Here’s a little snippet of video from the concert we attended at Smith’s Olde Bar. (Yes, we were that close.)
I’d like to extend the opportunity to win One eskimO’s CD and a t-shirt! All you have to do to be entered is leave me a comment in the comment section telling me what the last live show you saw was. I’ll announce the winner a week from today!
[Disclosure: I was provided with the CD and tickets to the show, and by doing the review I am entered to win one of six gift-cards. I was not paid otherwise, and all the opinions are purely my own.]