154 Warwick

This is the cute lil' place Ashlee and I stayed at when we were in London.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Family Portrait of Stuffed Pals

Why I felt the need to hang on to an out-of-focus photo of my stuffed animals from the 80s is beyond me. Also, I'm unclear as to why I posed each one with a postcard or photograph. Clearly I have been strange for a very, very long time.

Vintage Valentines

 

Dylan and Waits

My mother's favourite singer has always been Bob Dylan. I guess growing up and hearing his records in our home, I never questioned that he didn't sound like other singers. I just always accepted the fact that everyone sang differently. I remember my father would always say that Dylan "sure could put a song across". The singer I most adore is Tom Waits and I think both he and Dylan tend to get a lot of flak for their voices. Unwarranted flak, in my opinion. Today I read the transcript of Bob Dylan's acceptance speech for the 2015 MusiCares Person of the Year and this part stood out the clearest:

Sam Cooke said this when told he had a beautiful voice: He said, "Well that's very kind of you, but voices ought not to be measured by how pretty they are. Instead they matter only if they convince you that they are telling the truth." 

Leave it to the genius of Sam Cooke to say something so gracious and true. Leave it to Bob Dylan to bring it to my ears and make me admire him all the more.

(thanks to latimes for the transcript!)

Chin Up

I Love You, Honeybear

Father John Misty's latest release is possibly even more perfect than his last effort, Fear Fun, an album I have not stopped listening to since I first discovered it in 2012. Apparently bliss, true love, and marriage suit Joshua Tillman quite well since I Love You, Honeybear contains some of the most stunningly beautiful lyrics I've ever heard. Every single song is absolutely dreamy and fantastically warming. It's exactly what I need to hear right now.

Three Pix of Fishtown