Driving home from running a 5k around Green Lake this morning, with The Suburbs on the stereo and Mount Rainier perfectly framed between some trees, it struck me.
My sister is younger than me, but I am, philosophically at least, of a newer generation than her. Continue reading
Some days, you just don’t have a song in your head. Some days, you’re busy scheming and (Photo)shopping and enjoying the sounds of a baseball game or two on your TV, and music doesn’t factor into the equation.
But there’s always a baseline. Or, in this case, a bass line. Continue reading
Every so often, a song comes along that, for a day or a week, is the only sound my brain can acknowledge.1
This is one of those situations, but this isn’t one of those songs. Continue reading
Birds chirp somewhere in the distance, and if sunshine were audible, it would sound a lot like these guitars.
A complete breakdown is less than three minutes away.
And that’s the beauty of great songwriting. Continue reading