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Pool’s open. Summer can start.
My too-cool-for-school friends used to tease me with this song in the summers when I spent my work days at the public pool twirling my whistle and yelling at kids to walk on deck.
It is a pretty sweet gig. Well, except for the tension of constantly scanning for drownings. (Why do you think we twirl that whistle so obsessively?)
I can’t remember a time when the pool wasn’t my happy place.
My alumnae magazine arrived and gave song-of-the-day a much-needed boost, with a focus on music made by Bryn Mawr grads.
Says Pitchfork, “Michelle Zauner is the guitarist and singer for the underrated Philadelphia indie rock band Little Big League. After her mother was diagnosed with cancer, she returned home to Oregon; while she was there, she revamped songs from her previous lo-fi releases under the name Japanese Breakfast.”
I’d totally go to a basement to hear Little Big League. I couldn’t decide which track to share so I just picked the first one.
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Several of the NSO children’s shows have included a harpist and I confess that we’re all a bit fascinated by what motivates people to pick that particular instrument. I have always suspected that some of the less flashy instruments–viola, oboe, piccolo–are what kids were assigned in elementary school music class and stayed with because they turned out to be good at playing them. By size alone, a harp seems like something people would have to actively seek out when older.
Anywho, Gillian Grassie puts an ethereal contemporary spin on the instrument.
Methinks the lady doth protest too much: after disavowing my love of the Indigo Girls, this has been in my head all week. After 25 years, this song is still my favorite and the one that is both a description and a daily challenge.
Not just my head, I’ll think myself into jail.
Thirty-six years.
Rain went away for a couple of days and came back. It’s green around here, which would go nicely with a little more blue sky.
It was duly noted that “Imagine” is not a Beatles song. So here is a Beatles song that I don’t switch the radio station away from.
I confessed the other day that I don’t like the Beatles. I don’t hate them, I just have never (and would never) listen to an entire album of theirs by my own choice.
Which is not to say that I haven’t been exposed enough, don’t start sending me rare releases or a set list that I simply must hear! They’re just not my thing.
This one, though, it pulls at my radical heart strings.
I love Amy Ray so much. I’m pretty sure me yelling that over and over at a show during this song was a factor in people thinking I was dating my closest friend in grad school. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Truthfully, I used to love the heck outta the Indigo Girls, but it’s their fantastic covers in particular that stick with me these decades later. So much heart.
Well, and this one. This one will break your heart.
I can’t do a love song, not the way it’s meant to be.