BOY-We Were Here

Mood Monday has become harder and harder to write this summer. I feel as if I am always behind and late on these posts. Please know, I am sifting through the music, carefully deciding, and my post will eventually show up. I hope you will keep looking out for it and listening.

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Do you remember Horton Hears A Who, by Dr. Suess? Horton, the elephant, heard quiet voices from a teeny, tiny puff ball of dust, no one in the jungle believed him, but he protected the small world he heard and made every effort to prove their existence. Written in 1954 and following the main theme, a person’s a person no matter how small, Dr. Suess was really trying to impress upon the importance of understanding all people by putting all differences aside.

Well, and making sure we listen.

Why do I have tears in my eyes thinking about that? Perhaps lately my voice feels like the little people that live on the dust ball in this story….peon in size and forgotten.

‘We are here, we are here, we are here!’ The world has become so fast and full, I think feelings are forgotten, decency is ignored, and polite skills take a back burner in a weird fear of screaming, weakness.

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I think I am a good listener. I take time to ask important but non-probing questions and I breathe deeply before I follow up with a response. I absorb the words, facial expressions, and body language. But why do the most important people in my life have the hardest time with this? In silent protest, I just stop listening. It takes too much effort anymore and it seems I am the one who gets the short end of the stick. I am tired of doing more than my fair share of anything.

Does this frustration bring me any joy? No. Does this frustration change anything? No. Why do I continue to be sad about it? My thought lies with the world on that dust speck in Horton Hears A Who, I want to be heard, listened to, and cared about.

Dang, it is so simple, so why is it so hard?

A first day of school, the first time you mastered an amazing feat, a new exciting venture, all of those can be a moment in time that will never be repeated.  Each of those moments can be tremendously life changing, confusing, exciting, and hard. I care, why can’t others care? Are we so detached that we can scroll through those life changing moments like a social media feed.

‘Like’ and move on.

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I beg to differ because I need more. Don’t you? I need friends and family that engage with my life and care about my answer when they ask how I am doing. Well, and I need them to actually ask how I am doing every once in a while, simply because I am not a trumpet that blasts unwanted information to everyone. I hold my goings on very close to my chest. I know others do to, because when I ask and truly listen, they open the flood gates of communication and tell their truth. Authenticity is something I strive for and when someone I meet exudes that in conversation, it totally floors me as unique and special and worthy of listening.

Do you listen to others to help deepen and improve your relationships? I have been failing miserably at this lately. I admit it. But do you ever feel as if no one is listening to you, so you just shut down and quit listening too? It is a terrible trap and it actually sabotages any hope to fix the original fear of not being heard. Take it from me….a multiple offender.

This beautiful song, “We Were Here”, oddly reminds me of all these deep emotions and quirks that are within me. We all want to be remembered and cherished, right? What traces will you leave? This song is a beautiful reminder of the need for being on someone’s mind, in their thoughts, and truly remembered.

 

 

I welcome new and exciting music from a band I blogged about last November, BOY. The Swiss/German duo is singer Valeska Steiner and bassist Sonja Glass. Their sophomore album with the same title, We Were Here is out September 18th. Follow them on Facebook because they have a lovely video coming out soon (according to twitter…maybe today). They played SXSW this past year and built a nice US following, despite multiple mishaps and sound equipment frustrations. They were saved by their beautiful voices and powerful music which needed no sparkly embellishment, just one unplugged guitar.

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According to Nettwork,

“Their new album finds BOY spreading their wings, exploring new textures and musical approaches while remaining true to their aesthetic. We Were Here is a sharp burst of delightful melodies, perfectly poised craft and mischievous grace.”

I will listen, for sure. In the process, this song reminds me of the importance of memories and the strong history that is the foundation of all of my friendships and relationships.

 

Screen Shot 2015-08-05 at 12.09.55 AMFortunately, in Horton’s story, a little boy was called out for not yelling when the Who’s down in Whoville were about to be destroyed. His little “Yopp!” was the saving sound that helped them to be heard. Who knows what little voice could be important in your life, right?

Your November Playlist

Need an hour of music while you hatefully pay your bills, study for exams, wait in a long line, or just drink your morning or afternoon coffee? Well, here you go!

Your November Playlist

 

I have made a playlist of all the songs I shared with you this past month. There are some really great tunes here, but I just had to add a couple more. One is a song from Esme Patterson. She has recently teamed up with Shakey Graves on a few songs and I just love her voice and talent. Her song is , “The Glow”. The other song is by The Districts. They are from a small town in Pennsylvania and have an indie rock flare that is really cool. Their song is, “4th and Roebling”. These two songs help to mix up the playlist and round it out. I think you will agree. Enjoy!

 

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Lately, I have been juggling lots of balls in the air. The constant toss and catch was actually happening pretty successfully. But then, what goes up must come down….right? Perfectly timed, just when I am feeling like finally things are actually going my way for once, a sudden and horrific drop occurs……I make a terrible error.

Yes, I promised a special lengthy visit, and that is when the calendar played a crazy trick on me. Do you ever experience a serious wrinkle in your brain when you come to the end of a month and just don’t really pay attention to the days of the new month? Maybe I can blame my blatant oversight with the world spinning faster than I can keep up.

Would you forgive me, if I said I was visiting for a nice stretch and suddenly changed it to only a day or two? What makes it especially hard is that it is a long overdue visit, planned months and months ago. Honestly, I am having a hard time forgiving myself. I am frustrated by my pin headed behavior that revealed itself and sad that my planned visit is drastically cut short due to unavoidable circumstances, overbooking, and idiocy.

Why didn’t I plan better? Is there a subliminal message in my weirdness that I should be paying attention to?

Dancing one day (see yesterday’s post), bummed the next. I am happy that I can break away for a short time, but my visits with loved ones never seem to be often enough or long enough.

One of my new followers (with the blog Indie Finnishes First ), had a post of the song “Skin” by the band, Boy, and I couldn’t help but follow their blog right back. I fell in love with the song, and it fits perfectly with how I am feeling today. But, instead of sharing the lovely acoustic version on that blog, I decided to post the official album version that is more upbeat and might help lighten my mood. Maybe listening will keep me from being so bummed out about my booboos and gaffs.

“You can feel like a part of something if you’re part of the scene
You can make your life look pretty add a little ice and gin,
Wash off the make-up and prepare the aspirin
Well you can get out of this party dress but you can’t get out of this skin.

Boy is Valeska Steiner and Sonja Glass from Hamburg and Zurich. This tune is from their 2011 album, Mutual Friends. Their Facebook page hints that they have new music on the way, so if you like their sound, you may want to follow them on Facebook.

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It is still the weekend, and I will continue to dance anyway and try to be more cautious about my calendar and my mixed up priorities.  Hug your loved ones and go visit them whenever you can, who knows what tomorrow brings. I can’t change my skin, but I can promise to do better next time and make the most of the time I have.