Culture, Music

Mad World

I’ve felt like a tweety bird flying a plane through the internet since the time that my momma said, you know, you remind me of Angela Bennett, you know that girl who designed that—well, Net.

You know, like Charlotte’s Web—but that’d make my guy the Pork or Cheeze but I can’t figure which…

Anyway I wake up today and the news goes down like this…


If Dying Young Won’t Change Your Mind…

Filmed while the band was at SxSW 2013, and released to the web soon there after, “Diane Young” is a play on words.

When the government agents surround you again…

If Diane Young won’t change your mind,
Baby, baby, baby, baby right on time

Irish and proud, baby, naturally
But you got the luck of a Kennedy
So grab the wheel and keep holding it tight
Til you’re tottering off into that good night

With the luck of a Kennedy, my father died young, and it didn’t change his mind. I don’t mind either.


A Boy & His Kite

I was raised in the land of bible thumping, and I think something about that has made me averse to all things ostentatious—I can still recall the first time I ran into a “I ran into Tammy Faye at the Mall” t-shirt at the mall. Whoa.

So you’ll have to pardon me if I don’t share the joy of music which names drop “Jesus”. I’ve never gone near the genre labeled “Christian”.

There seems to be something funny going on, and I kind of like it.

I’m discovering more and more music at the top of the “Heavy Rotation” chart on Rdio—and the albums are all spiritually focused… you know, like scriptural based lyrics.

Stranger yet, though nearly everyone I know in my day-to-day life is atheist—my friends—these albums are on nearly constant rotation, according to the service. I can’t help but wonder… do they know what they’re listening to?

Last week I hit Rdio’s “New Releases” section when I got home, and made an offhand comment in my mind (sort of like a whimper of a prayer) that I would love love love to have something good to listen to.

There was A Boy & His Kite. Knew nothing about it, but the cover seemed tasteful, and so I put it on and went about a task in the other room.

The music was melodic and made perfect company for a glass of red wine… but suddenly I found returning to the room, standing before the speakers. I did a double take… was I hearing this right?!

Having forgotten whatever I had been doing I sat down on my couch, laptop on my lap, and read the lyrics, song-by-song as the album played.

What can I say? He heard my wimper of a prayer.

The next day the album was on the top of heavy rotation, and there is stays to this day.

Check out Dave Wilton of A Boy & His Kite.

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