If you can’t think of anything nice to say, you’re not thinking hard enough
sounds much better than
If you can’t think of anything nice to say, say nothing at all
T E Morris – The Long Distance Runner EP
T E Morris – This ever busy man , will release a new EP called ‘The Long Distance Runner’ soon. I had the privilege, to have been sent a link to it from the man himself and I am at once grateful and surprised by this fact. On his blog, Tom (T E) describes, why he releases so many EPs. He says, “it is therapeutic and I need to.” That’s good enough for me. I am quite touched, by T E Morris’s openness, his music and his lyrics and I don’t seem to be the only one, seeing that most of his EPs are sold out.
“The Long Distance Runner” EP counts 7 songs and is approximately 30 minutes long. 7 very different songs and still, they have one thing in common, the passion, the authenticity and the vocal range, Tom brings to his songs.
The EP starts with the title song “The Long Distance Runner“. In a recent livestream, Tom talked about, how this song is already 11 years old. Sometimes, music and lyrics need the right state of mind of the singer/songwriter, to be finally released for good. It can also be heard on “Kinship – a full circle” from the band Her Name Is Calla, where Tom is the lead singer. It’s differently orchestrated and I have to say, that I prefer Tom’s solo performance of the song. It’s a simple song, that doesn’t need the orchestration of the band. It’s not bad, but different from this version. The song is also featured on Tom’s second full length album “And You Were The Hunter” released earlier this year. The soft fragile tone of Tom’s voice carries this song and guides it towards a more atmospheric part, where violins and percussion are added to the orchestrations. An acoustic guitar solo leads to a pleading “hope leads us on” or is it a question for reassurance? A very strong song, beautifully arranged and ending calmly, gently with a soft “don’t blame yourself”.
“The Long Distance Runner” is followed by “A Year In The Wilderness”. The piano and the vocals sung in harmony lead this calm song. A tune, I could easily see as the soundtrack to a movie. Also very beautiful and somewhat surprising, because it’s not the instrument that I hear often in the music I listen to, is the organ. It gives this song an elegant, eminent flair. A stunning song, one of those that keeps you listening intently and forgetting about the here and now. When I first heard it, snow was falling outside of my window. The snowflakes dancing in the wind where like the perfect visual for “A Year In The Wilderness”. Admittedly, my favorite song of this EP.
Third song is “If You Need Me, I’ll Be At Palomar”. It’s a song, that show’s T E Morris full range of voice, from deep, almost spoken, to falsetto. It also demonstrates his skills at beating up his guitar. If you’ll hear the song, you’ll understand what I mean, but I like it. I was a bit surprised, when the heavy effect on the guitar set in, but somehow it fits perfectly fine with the rest of the song. Sometimes, I think that singers/songwriters should be more daring in their approach, something Tom definitely is. And the courage to experiment, is something that I like about his music. It’s nothing dull that you have heard a million times, it’s fresh, surprising without sounding fake. It’s still him. It’s still Tom and it sounds authentic. And that brings me to the fourth song “I Won’t Ever Go To Sleep Again”. A sweet ballad, carried by T E Morris unique voice and his range. Funnily enough, when he sing “I won’t ever go to sleep again”, I believe him. Again it sounds authentic. Personally, I like that this song is played on electric guitar rather than on acoustic like most songs are. For me, it underlines the fragility of the song all the better. The next song is something completely different yet again. A song called “I met a man who wasn’t there”. Prominent feature of this song is the banjo accompanying Tom. For me, this song is not Tom. Sorry. It sounds a lot like his Her Name Is Calla bandmate Weike. Even the way it is sung sounds more like Weikie and it’s the only song, (maybe the first ever?) that doesn’t touch any emotions inside of me. Though the lyrics are really good. The (I presume) banjo that sounds intentionally out of tune, doesn’t reach me at all. Also at the end, I think a laughter is missing… It just sounds like a place, where one would laugh and it gets cut in editing.
“A River Of Ghosts” is a “typical” (is there ever such a thing?) T E Morris song. The voice and the lyrics is what carries this song. Again a song, that lets us hear a wide range of vocals, while harmonies are sung. I really like it. The last and 7th song is called “Idea 4_6Aug2012” I guess, the right name for the song was still missing and there’s no harm going with the suggestion of your Mac/PC. “Thought I lived ’till I was old…” and the lyrics in general to this song, sound like the thoughts I had, when I turned 30 and had trouble accepting, that I was not in at a point in my life, where I had seen myself prior. We all have these goals and once in a while we look back, reflecting on ourselves and aren’t were we thought we would be. The sound of the synthesizer as a filler is beautiful and again, it reminds me of a movie soundtrack. Mister Morris is able to write beautiful, haunting melodies. This is a brilliant song, that builds and builds. Mostly the second half of this song is awesome, when different voices and different instruments set in. No elaborated lyrics needed here. A worthy song, to close a stunning EP. To be honest, the tune and the “ahahs” follow me ever since I first heard this EP.
This is of course a very subjective review. You don’t have to like, what I do. Though, I’m am convinced that this man is very worthy of your attention. T E Morris can be found on bandcamp: here. (For everywhere else he can be found (Twitter/Facebook/Instagram/ Soundcloud) browse temorris.co.uk )
Once again, everything was done right (imho).
I see you at your next livestream, Mister Morris
❤ Cathy
and this is just for me, because I love that song so much 😉 (by the way, the first chords, isn’t that ‘All Along The Watchtower’ from Jimi Hendrix?)
Hurts
OMG… Hurts were epic… awesome… amazing…
It was one of those concerts, where I had that silly grin on my face the whole time. Theo (the singer) has more charisma in his little finger, than Dan from Bastille in his entire being. You could feel the energy and the fun he had. He didn’t have to do much, he was simply there. His voice is amazing, Better than on CD… much better. I am really elated. It was ‘wonderful, fantastic’ (to quote Theo) even Adam, who doesn’t move a lot had so much presence on stage and it didn’t matter if he played the guitar or the piano. By the way, live this band is much harder, heavier than on CD. I liked it a whole lot. Theo danced and jumped, it was fun to watch him. He waved and smiled at the audience or he simply stood, with his hands behind his back and sang in his most vulnerable voice. I was not disappointed, if anything, my expectations were exceeded! 🙂 Yay… happy dance!
and then, there was this song:
It was way better than this version (less effects on the voice) here and I have to admit, I had a tear in my eyes and that was an absolute first for me at a concert.
I had a wonderful night.
and tomorrow… Sigur Rós…
and since we are talking music… go here: https://martynjackson.bandcamp.com/album/home and buy the album. Artists like Martyn Jackson, TE Morris, Weikie, Our Ceasing Voice, Red Room Cinema… young struggling musicians need our support, to live their dream. It’s not the easy road they take, but what they do, they do it passionately. and we should support them and that in any way we can!
Modern day concerts
So, I was at a concert last night and something strange happened.
Mostly, I see bands who are rather unknown or not very mainstream, last night though, I saw Bastille. (UK based band) and the show was sold out.
What struck me most, was not the music, albeit it was really impressive and good, but the need for the many people to film the event. Who on earth will look at those shaky unfocused things again? And people taking pictures, blinded by the light, with the band members being ant-sized.
I really don’t understand people watching a show rather through a screen (phone or even tablet) than seeing it with their own eyes.
This was the first time, I took a photo at a concert. And it wasn’t even of the band. I had no intention to photograph the band. I wanted to capture how today’s audience at concerts look like
modern society is slowly getting too weird for me to understand, or maybe I am just getting old.
faiths, believes and religions…
I had a (for me) quite intense and interesting discussion yesterday with someone via twitter. This man posts a lot of quotes and most of them are really good and I agree, but some of them are… I don’t even know which word to use… not for me?!
I don’t automatically like a quote because it is attributed to Buddha, but many people seem to do.
He said, that he is a big enthusiast of the eastern philosophy and Buddhism and I agree, that it’s a very interesting take on life and spirituality. I don’t live under a rock and even though I don’t like talking about religious beliefs, it’s a topic that makes me think a lot.
I grew up in a catholic house. We went to church every Sunday and every Holiday. I was an acolyte (is that the right word? The only equivalent I found in my dictionary is altar boy and I am clearly not a boy!) for a very long time and sang in the church choir as a child and teenager. I went to a catholic private school for girls (in America, that school would be called a highschool), where we had nuns and priests (not many and still) who held classes. A nun was our headmaster. We didn’t have uniforms, but we had rules. No short skirts, no sleeveless tops and no cleavage. It was of course a time, where I was confronted with Christianity, the bible, God…
The moment, I started to realize, that Catholicism and Christianity is not for me, I turned to the opposite – Satanism.
I see people with eyes big as saucers now looking at their screens, but please, read on…
What I found in LaVey’s bible (the Satanic Bible) was something the catholic bible never allowed me. Power over myself. Being proud about who I am. Standing up for my beliefs. Not being pulled down by negativity. And it worked. I was a withdrawn teenager, feared by many girls in my school (as I learned later. I still makes me grin.) but I was strong within myself. I had a lot of crap at home, when I grew up. I mentioned my mom having MS and how we lived with my grand-ma, who basically blamed me for my mother’s illness. Our father, who took the easy way out and left… My mother couldn’t and my grand-ma wouldn’t love me and I was in so much need of love. I still am. I am in a constant search for love and I know, that in my constant search, I tend to oversee those who are near and love me… but that is an other issue.
Satanism helped me escape that and build walls to not let it through. I learned to compartmentalize, if you want to name it. With these people I am like that, at home I act like this and so on and so forth. I learned to wear masks.
Let me just quickly tell you, that I am not someone who roams cemeteries at night. Never did. I think cemeteries are a place of respect. You should respect the dead and their legacy. I never killed (or hurt) an animal or took part in a ‘black Mass’. I never drank blood or what other horror stories you hear. I was never part of a sect. I did it for myself.
But it also wasn’t enough. I let go of it and allowed myself to look for an other belief, an other faith.
A lot of people believe a lot of things that are said in religions (any religions) blindly. And that is the hard part for me. I question everything. Think about it and digest it and sometimes, I simply don’t agree.
Buddhism seems to be the belief that is the closest to my mentality and still… I can’t consume it blindly. If and when I offer myself to a faith or a belief, I think I should be able to voice my disagreement.
I am not sitting in the dark anymore. I am not crouching behind a wall anymore, to hide away my thoughts from the outside world. I don’t want to play dumb anymore. Satanism says: be superior to every other being you meet. That’s not it either. It’s not right! We should be equal. Who has the right to judge you and say you are a lesser person? No one. Not even you yourself.
I asked the person I had that discussion with, if he prays and he answered with ‘yes’. It came across as a strong and decisive ‘yes’ and he asked me in return, if I pray. I took a moment to answer, because praying, as it is ingrained in my mind, is about kneeling down, folding your hands and asking for forgiveness for your sins from Jesus. But I realized, that once I let go of that thought, that yes, I do pray. I ask for guidance and advice, (for signs if you want) from a higher power. I am not sure, if someone hears it though. I also share my thoughts with whoever or whatever guides us on our ways.
But I don’t want to follow something blindly, unquestioningly.
What I can say is, I am not an atheist. I believe… the question is, in what… in who… I believe in nature, I believe in cosmic signs, I believe in fate, I believe in humanity (even if it is very hard some times), I believe, that I am exactly where I am supposed to be at this time in my life, I believe in dreams, I believe in soulmates…
I thought a lot about that brief conversation. He says, his purpose is to spread happiness and show the beauty of this world and that’s what he does.
But what is my purpose?! Is my purpose solely raising my kids and those of other people (since I am a kindergarten teacher)? Is that my ‘calling’. It’s true that I knew from an early age on, that I want to do that. What about the music? Isn’t that my calling? Spreading the music to the world, pestering people with music I think is powerful, who others think it’s crap? What about my writing? Is it the waste of time, my family wants to tell me it is? Or is that my calling?
Am I over-thinking?!
Is it really that bad, if I create my own believes, picking the facts that suit me the most from different faiths? Instead of following the strict path of one religion?
In the end, the only certainty I have, is that I believe in me, in my worth, in my talent and I follow my gut-feeling. Maybe that is just the way I am supposed to live?!
Opening a new door
written by me – Cathy T
you slam the door
I watch it close
I understand and pray, that you’ll come back and open it again.
but you don’t.
I stay alone
How will I tell my friends, that we are not ‘we’ anymore?
forever is a long long time
and it finally caught up on us
no second chances, no apologies, no forgiving
this closed door won’t open again
this love has died
and we can’t kiss it alive again
It hurts, I won’t lie
but I understand
and I accept.
This is me now
I am not a part of a ‘we’ anymore
simply me
It feels strange to feel free
It feels different, but I feel the same I did before
This love wasn’t meant to fall apart
and yet, we couldn’t save it
maybe we were too young – fifteen years ago
maybe we changed too much – but not together
This door is going to stay shut
I have the memories of a good past
and the hope for a good future
I take a new chance and open a new door
only a tiny crack at first
this is all I can give for now
but maybe, just maybe, a new ‘you’ will fit in and teach me how to open doors again.
the twilight sad – and she would darken the memory
T E Morris – things happen for no reason
my last post ended with “and I listen to a wonderful soundtrack…’ now, this is what I was listening to:
T E Morris – things happen for no reason
A tiny review:
Imagine, hearing footsteps. Imagine, hearing someone clearing his throat. Imagine hearing a guitar case being opened. Imagine the sound of keys. Imagine hearing birds sing in the trees. Imagine the wind that blows, disheveling your hair. Imagine hearing a guitar being played and a tender voice singing a song. If you imagined all of this, you have a vague idea, how to imagine this latest release of T E Morris.
I can practically see him sitting somewhere secluded and alone (though, I assume he wasn’t really alone), playing his music, singing along, like he is making the lyrics up on the spot or simply being lost in his own creative mind. All of this, with the usual vulnerability and strength in his voice.
Imagine an album full of ‘half finished songs, that where completed on the spot, live in the Yorkshire countryside’ and you know and understand the concept for this album. An intimate album, that takes you away and makes you long to sit in the green grass, on a sunny day and listen and watch.
It reminded me of the improvisations we had sometimes as a band. Sitting around a campfire, drinking and having a good time, while being creative and coming up with new songs, with the handful of people being present contributing and helping making it a very unique experience. But, contrary to T E Morris, our sessions never made it beyond our own ears (and maybe it’s better left that way). I had to wonder though, why an artist releases a perfectly imperfect album like this. Did he want to get this over and done with? Or is he simply very uncomplicated and modest? In a way, it’s a courageous move and on the other hand, he knows exactly what he is capable of doing with his voice and his guitar and doesn’t need weeks of mixing and editing with this.
Outstanding songs for me are: picking up the trail. It’s the first track and we can hear the aforementioned footsteps and preparations before he starts to sing and perform.
another song I really liked and probably the one I listened to the most is: through the dream we share. Though, I have to admit, I can’t quite pinpoint what it is about that song, that I like so much.
But does this ever busy man even have time to sleep and rest? It seems to me, that he eats and breathes and sweats music and that is a good thing, right? There’s nothing wrong with a passionate musician!
Again, this is something special and I really like it. The whole idea of this, doing this outdoors, with the wind and the birds, is rather refreshing and it proves, that if you have the talent and the skills, you can easily improvise and come out of the woods with a gem.
You can get the album (only available as download) here (It’s a get it for free or pay what you want offer and you can also listen to it on the site.)
Thanks again, Mr Morris. It’s always a pleasure listening to you!
❤ Cathy
Friday Top 5 (Ólafur Arnalds, Fabrizio Paterlini, yndi halda, hammock, blueneck)
It’s Friday and as you, my dear readers, are used to, here is a Top 5 of the artists that I listened to most this week.
1. Ólafur Arnalds – Lag fyrir ömmu
‘Lag fyrir ömmu’ is Icelandic and means Song For Grandma. This song is from an album called ‘living room songs’ (2011). I like the idea behind these sessions…
I listened to a lot of ‘neo-classic’ music this week. (I hate those labels… why does everything need to be labeled? I will never understand that – Cathy the rebel!) It’s beautiful and soothing and while people may say, that it’s a sad genre, I can’t agree. I haven’t been this serene, but at the same time touched, in a long time.
2. Fabrizio Paterlini – week #8
This is from an album called ‘autumn stories’ (2012), it’s an amazing album. And this gives me the chills. There’s nothing more I need or want to say.
3. yndi halda – dash and blast
This is the opener on the EP ‘Enjoy the bliss’ (2007)
4. hammock – how can I make you remember me?
from the album ‘chasing after the shadows… living with the ghosts’ (2010)
5. blueneck – sawbones (live)
it’s Blueneck!!! admittedly, one of my favorite post-rock bands (label again!!) This amazing song is from the brilliant album ‘Repetitions’ (2011)
This was short, I know. No useless non-sense blabbering from my part and with this kind of music, I don’t think it’s needed.
and as I see the fog slowly lift over the colored forest, the wind blows red leaf over my balcony, I sip my tea and listen to a wonderful soundtrack…
moods…
I hate my mood-swings. If I could change one thing about myself it would be those moods. But I can’t. At least not consciously.
Honestly, this morning everything was fine, just like everything was effortless these last past weeks and then bam… during the afternoon everything turns for the worse. It’s nothing on the outside, because that is the same as it always is. It is inside of me. and I hate it. I hate it when I feel like this.
I want to be pitied for my hard life and at the same time I don’t want pity at all.
I want to be praised for everything good I do. at the same time, it’s displeasing too.
And suddenly, I sit here, angry with myself and telling myself, that I have nothing to say anymore and that it would be best to stop writing. that includes twitter, wattpad, this blog and livejournal. I hardly write anything on fb. I post pictures of my kids sometimes or I share a song or something, but I am not very active.
I sit here, shaking my head at myself at how ridiculous I am for spilling this to you and for hoping/expecting someone to read this. I need a good cry, but there are no tears “all my tears have been used up” (special points if you know from what song this is and who sings it, without looking it up – no cheating)
And while I try to be positive and not have regrets of any kind, I can’t deny that I regret many things. There are so many things that I would change, but there are no second chances in real life and some people simply are not available anymore to make things up to them.
I’m also still facing my writer’s block. Though, I wrote a few pages in a two hours today, which is good. though my English sucks and I can’t think straight. I wish I could say, that it’s the lack of sleep, but it isn’t. not really.
I’m so tired of wasting my life away and the few things I really love to do, are not appreciated. at least not by the people who are around me a lot.
Nobody likes nerdy music people. I am not pushy, don’t impose my tastes on anybody and celebrate my (as I find myself) eclectic taste. but there is no one who is interesting in sharing that with me (in my every day face-to-face life at least) and I can’t live in this pseudo world all the time. I can’t live my life through a screen and through written conversations with people that I most likely will never meet, although I like them and what they do a lot.
I love supporting bands and musicians and I admire their courage to put themselves out there, for everyone to judge and to review. By doing so, they make themselves vulnerable. Who likes to read bad reviews? And who likes to see, that views and likes don’t go up?! (I as a writer don’t! and still I am out there too… doesn’t that make me stronger than I feel I am right now too?!)
My thoughts are all over the place, while I listen to Weikie once again.
I want to vanish and I want to be seen. It’s just like it always used to be. See me, don’t look at me, but if you do see me and look at me, please love me.
I am such a weird person. I know that and while I really think, that this blog and the music and finding a passion in writing helped me to improve a lot in recent months, it’s in moments like tonight, that I fear, that I’m going “one step forward and two steps back and that my life (my inner life) is like a hurricane”. (another quote from a song)
Sometimes, I feel like I am running out of words and out of sound and all that comes out of my mouth are trivialities, because I simply can’t find a voice to tell the people around me how I really feel.
I prefer to appear moody and brooding rather than vulnerable and weak…
I live in a constant fear of being judged, if I reveal too much about myself. And there are people, who deserve to tear down my walls and I know, that I don’t let them out of fear that they won’t or can’t love me. I don’t want people to see me when I am sad like this and I don’t want to have to explain myself, because I can’t. I can’t say what is wrong inside of me. There is that storm raging in my soul from time to time and I can’t stop it. And it’s days like the one today, that I feel, that I can’t breathe and that I am drowning (read my poem internal drowning) and it’s days like the one today, that I can’t see and can’t understand, that there is anything loveable about me. and even if you or anyone else tells me, that this is silly talk… I don’t believe it. I simply can’t believe and understand it in these moments.
The worst thing is, that this ‘phase’ will pass and I know it, but I can’t do anything to skip to the days, where I see how silly I am for writing this stuff and being embarrassed for writing it out for the public to read. In two days time, maybe even already tomorrow, I will feel better. But right now… right now… I don’t feel good. Useless. Self-loathing myself. Questioning myself and my existence.
Aren’t these the words of a 15 year old girl instead of a 30 year old woman?
who determines how I have to feel and think at a certain age and who has the right to tell me, that I live my life the wrong way or that I am interested in the wrong things?? In the end, I have to live with myself and my choices everyday. I have to live with my moods and I have to accept that this is a huge part of who I am.
I am damaged goods. Broken in the past.
But I am strong too. I live, I love, I feel. I chose not to let my past reign over my now and my future. I chose to fight with myself everyday and I chose to be who I am. It’s also a choice, how I represent myself on this blog and in my everyday life. It’s a choice – a carefully taken choice – that I am on this blog more myself than I will ever be in real life.
And while I wrote more than 1000 words in this post, I feel my spirits already lifting and I think, it might be, because I allow myself to see things from both sides. I am realistic and I came to know myself and those mood-swings pretty well. Of course, they are ugly and not easy to live with, but they are a part of me, that is not easy to hide.
I thank you for not judging me. For (maybe) reading this and understanding my lines of thoughts (though that is pretty hard some times).
I appreciate your time and your support. It is never taken for granted.
And now, the last song of my CD is playing in the background. Piano and a voice and touching lyrics. The perfect end to this post.
don’t let me die
(just now, I was searching for an older document and was rummaging through boxes that were never unpacked, since I moved for the first time (a little over nine years ago) and I was taken aback, when I found this… it’s powerful and sad and desperate… I didn’t even know, that I had written something like that)
date: 16.03.2004
don’t let me die
I’m not sleeping, I am wide awake
I can feel pain, let’s hope it’s not forsake
I tried in vain to be someone I can not be
I tried to forget the secrets, that I couldn’t keep
Forgive me, save me from myself
take away my knife
save me from myself
be with me tonight
I hurt the people that I love
and I never asked a thing to the One above
but please, don’t turn away from me
I know, in this world, I am nothing but a small flea
forgive me, save me from myself
take away my knife
save me from myself
don’t take away my life
I’d beg, I’d steal, I’d lie
but please, don’t let me die
Weikie – raise our sunken ship
as you know, I constantly buy music and I recently found bandcamp, to be a real pleasure to be in personal touch with the artists. I also, after years of glorification, realized, that musicians are human… what a revelation, huh?!
anyway, today, I had this in my mail
what is that? That is a CD. It was sealed with wax, signed and it is numbered since it a limited press. (do you say it like that in English?) at the bottom, there are rose petals and I can tell you, I never had a CD, that was an experience for every sense 🙂
It was, what made me smile brightly today and I listened to it up and down and from left to right today.
Favorite songs are:
‘raise our sunken ship’
‘I am a tin man’
‘cadasil’
‘rope’
though, honestly, every song is unique, special and a masterpiece in its own right. I really was positively surprised. (I only knew ‘rope’ and ‘I am a tin man’ before I bought it)
The voice is somewhat unique too, though I read somewhere, that Weikie (why-key) sounds like Tracy Chapman… um sorry… I can’t hear it.
The instruments and the orchestration of the songs is refreshing… I never knew a Banjo could sound good in a non-Western-movie style. Really like it.
and here is the opening song of this album:
oh, and if you ever buy this, be aware, there is a hidden track… but ssh… you haven’t heard that from me…
again something for my collection, that I definitely don’t regret buying and how it was delivered, raised a bar… I only accept personally signed CDs, numbered and with rose petals in the future… just kidding… I wouldn’t buy anything anymore with those expectations…
Thank you Adam ‘Weikie’ Weikert. It is a pleasure listening to you.
❤ Cathy
The quest to find you – my home
With my memories of you
in my pocket,
I ran out of town
to hide and wait
for life to happen
A thousand other things happened
while I was looking for
you
All I did, was paint the sky
and getting older every day
And every day was one,
I had already lived
So, I took my heart, my courage and every memory of you,
that still filled my chest
and I went on a quest,
to find you
my love
and instead of feeling lost,
I finally found you,
you were always closer than I knew
I found home
A quote:
“A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself-and especially to feel, or not feel.
Whatever you happen to be feeling at any moment is fine with them.
That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.”
~Jim Morrison
I like this quote… it’s true and it’s real and it’s what I strive to be for my friends. I have a big heart and you are very welcome to be a part of it. And as my friend, you are also a part of me. It doesn’t matter if I have seen you every day for the last 13 years, or if I only recently met you online… Once I open my heart to let you in, there will be no easy way out. and I will fight for our friendship. I won’t judge and I will always listen, try to understand and give good advice.
This is for old friends and older friends, as well, as for new friends and future friends…
(it’s all about friends 🙂 )
Her name is Calla – running up that hill
have I ever told you how much I love this song? Even more so, when it’s a really good cover, like this one?!
Her name is Calla, was one of the first postrock bands I liked, though I often wonder if they are really postrock? Are they that easy to be labeled? I don’t think so… It’s music to dream, to float, to suffer, to think, to love, to cry… It’s what music should do to you. It should make you feel… It should speak to your heart and it never should matter if anyone you know loves the same music you like.
So, basically, this band is what I’ve been listening to (more intensely) these last few days. I can’t find a single song I don’t like…
Also very worthy of a good listen, are these:
thief (the first song I ever heard from this band while browsing youtube)
and you know what appears in the sidebar on youtube when you are looking for songs of Her name is Calla? Our ceasing voice! Even the music world is small 🙂
that said, have a wonderful evening… I’m going to dive further into this beautiful haunting music and dream myself away, until it is finally time to go to bed…
take care
Cathy ❤
reflections of an unquiet mind 