Not really like Calgon, but sort of.
I’m a music lover. In a BIG way. Do you get me? It’s kind of like when you go to the doctor and he asks about your intake of alcoholic beverages. I always say I drink very little because it’s true, but “very little” to me and “very little” to an alcoholic are two different things. Ok, maybe most alcoholics don’t claim to drink “very little,” but you get my point.
I’m a musicaholic.
(Have you visited her site lately? You should. Homegirl has got it GOIN’ ON.)
It was hotter than hot–not unlike temperatures across the country today–and we were crammed into the small venue like sardines, but oh my, when the music started playing, it didn’t matter. My hair went up. My feet started tapping. I didn’t care that I was sweating through my sundress. I danced and sang and clapped along. There were desires for twirling. (I repressed them. I’m shy sometimes.)
It was glorious.
Great music makes me feel alive. Ideas and emotions bubble up to the surface. Things that are complicated suddenly make absolute sense.
I remember who I am.
I feel like I can do anything and like everything is going to be ok.
That, my friends, is the power of words and music.
So, since it is Friday, since it’s been a long week, and since it is hotter than Hades here on the Carolina shore, I’ve picked 5 of my live music favorites. There are lots of styles and genres here, but like I said, I’m a musicaholic. I don’t hate.
Pick #1: Van Morrison, “Into the Mystic”
Had it not been so long and our dancing skills so lacking, this song would have been top of our list for our first dance. The fog horns. The grooving beat. “I just wanna rock your soul, baby.” Amen, brother. Amen.
Pick #2: Dave Matthews Band, “Stay”
“And for a moment this good time would never end.” Fewer live shows are better than theirs. Any time I have the opportunity to see DMB live, I try to make it happen. I will treasure the many times I’ve seen them live, especially those I experienced with people I love. I could have picked so many of his songs, but this one reminds me of the summer HB and I were engaged. I had one more year of grad school, but all I wanted was to go back to the home of smiling faces and beautiful places (do you know your state trivia?).
Pick #3: Zac Brown Band, “Let It Go”
I know you’re staring at Zac’s dirty face for this whole video. But that’s not the point. This song is like THERAPY. It may or may not have been played in my car every morning on the way to school last fall. I like to really turn it up–I mean LOUD, this is therapy, remember–for the violin solo (around 2:30) and the “let it go” harmony that follows. It may as well have been the Hallelujah chorus to me. La la la la, la la la la, la la la la, let it go.
Pick #4: Pistol Annies, “Hell on Heels”
Miranda Lambert is one of my country girl heroes. The day I learned to shoot a gun, I felt a little like her. This is her new group, and I can’t wait to hear more from them. Fabulous outfits, sweet harmony, sassy attitudes. Belt this one into your hairbrush while you’re getting ready. Add some boots. I know it won’t hurt. They count as heels, right? Right?
Pick #5: Crystal Bowersox and Lee DeWyze, “Falling Slowly”
I know lots of people have covered this song, but I think their version is fantastic. Their chemistry is infectious, and I can tell they put their hearts in it. Plus–dawg!–Randy loves it.
Well, since that was a short one…really like half of one…I’ll leave you with a bonus from UVA’s finest, the Hullabahoos. The audio is nothing like hearing it in person, but I am always amazed that those guys can make such a big sound using just their voices.
Bonus Pick: The Hullabahoos, “The Blower’s Daughter”
I was actually at this concert. Yes, they are wearing robes. It’s tradition. Yes, I cried. My boyfriend (who is now HB) and I were about to separate for the summer, and I am blubbering baby. The end.
Do you have favorite “get me away from my day” jams?
Songs that make you turn ‘em up and roll down all the windows even though you’re running the A/C because it’s WAY too hot to go without?
Please don’t tell me I’m the only one who does this.