Lately I’ve been listening to music that reflects the way I’m living my life.
Earnestly, with a fair for the melodramatic.
And so, I’m semi-obsessively listening to The Lone Bellow.
Hands down, my favorite song from the folk rock trio is “You Never Need Nobody.”
You never need nobody/ You’ve never been alone/
I try to get your affection/ And all I ever do is wrong
How are their voices so amazing live?
I can’t wait to see them in concert. One day.
Another favorite of mine is “Take My Love.”
I know I might not be the one you take/
I’ve got a heart that ain’t afraid to break/ Take my love
Not only do I love the lyrics of the song, I also love Kanene Pipkin’s dress.
“Take My Love” is off of The Lone Bellow’s sophomore album, Then Came the Morning, which was just recently released. I really like the interview The Lone Bellow did with Relevant Magazine regarding the release. In it, lead singer Zach Williams makes a fascinating statement about art:
“It’s a bad place to be as a human being that’s meant to create things, like all of us are, to think we can only create out of tragedy, or that the best art is made out of the darkness. I think the real challenge in making something worthwhile is in the celebration of the mundane and finding beauty in the 24-hour period of a day.”
I like the idea of creating worthwhile art in the everyday but since art often seems to well out of emotions, which are most high in times of tragedy or euphoria, or in the remembrances of those times, I’m not sure if I agree or not.
Okay, just one more song, “The One You Should’ve Let Go.”
Come on, my love/ I’m not the one that you were looking for/
I’m not the shoulder you should cry on/
I am the one you should’ve let go
I’ve always been fond of relieved break up songs (I don’t know why), and this song has that kind of feel for me.
Have you been listening to The Lone Bellow? If not, what songs have you been swaying along to? I’d love some suggestions for me to pick up when I get over The Lone Bellow, though with the way things are going, that may be a while.
Shadow Scale, the sequel to the much loved Seraphina, is out!
It’s so weird to think that Seraphina was released two years ago. I feel like I’ve been waiting on Shadow Scale for forever, but July 2012 feels like yesterday and another lifetime all at once.
On Saturday morning, I trotted over to my local Books A Million to pick up a copy and savor some coffee before heading over to my mandolin lesson.
I have such high, high expectations for this book.
To be frank, while my love of Seraphina and anticipation of Shadow Scale has stayed steady, the details of the story have blurred a bit for me.
And since I’m generally not much of a rereader, I sent my copy of Seraphina to a new home long ago. I am sorely lamenting that decision now, especially after reading my review, where I shared my favorite phrase of the book:
“…screaming musical obscenities at the dawn.”
I can’t remember its context to save my life.
The next best thing I could think of to reading Seraphina again was reading Recaptain’s recap. I had quite a few, “Oh yeah! I remember now,” moments. Thank goodness.
I am so very, very excited to sink my teeth into Shadow Scale.
I want to know if Seraphina will feel that she belongs. Of Orma’s fate. And what happens (if anything) with Seraphina and Kiggs.
On that last note, I’ll be honest and say I’m totally rooting for them. I mean, I wrote an entire post on reasons why I fell in love with Kiggs on Paranormal Indulgence. He gives her books as gifts! He must be a keeper.
Are you incredibly eager to read Shadow Scale as well? I’ve got all my toes and fingers crossed that it be as wonderful and empowering and slightly heartbreaking as I’m expecting.
Jane Austen is one of my favorite writers. I stormed through five of her books during the crazy high school years, have reread most since, and have a decided order of admiration.*
Despite those facts, I just finished finally reading Sense and Sensibility.
Why, you ask?
Well, I accidentally on purpose watched a movie version of it first. I was flipping through the channels and came across Masterpiece PBS, which was just starting the 1995 movie. And I thought,
“Kate Winslet! Emma Thompson! I love them.”
Coupled with the fact that I was very sure I’d be diving into the book soon, I, with only the slightest hint of trepidation that this might not be my brightest idea, watched the movie.
And really disliked it.
Marianne just seemed so emotional. And everything was so dramatic. And I’ve pretty much never liked any of Hugh Grant’s movies. (Sorry, Hugh Grant.)
After that disappointing experience, I tried to get into the book a few times, but with all the hemming and hawing I could muster, I couldn’t get past the first chapter.
Fast forward a few years:
I’m back at home, after college, looking at the ridiculous amount of books I amassed during high school (Seriously ridiculous. I’m still culling.).
And then I see it.
My gifted used copy of Sense and Sensibility.
I think, “Why not?”
Within a week, I finish the book, completely in love, and faster than I’ve finished any of Austen’s other works.
I’ve decided it was a stage in life/mood thing.
While I love movies, we all know that the movies don’t compare to the book. (Yadda, yadda, down the stereotype we go.)
But within the pages of Austen, Marianne came to life as a beautiful, impulsive young woman. Eleanor, the committed, steady hand. The family whose love runs deep and expands to include others in their midst, even people who are mildly annoying. It’s beautiful.
And Edward Ferrars. Oh my goodness, this torn man.
It’s a lovely story.
What I like most about Austen in general is the second chances she gives her characters. Elizabeth runs into Darcy at Pemberley. Wentworth returns to the very place his heart was broken eight years ago. Marianne finds strength to love again. As someone who not infrequently makes the same mistake twice, Austen’s stories fill me with hope.
Sense and Sensibility is a fresh reminder of the wonder of being extended, and extending, grace and mercy, whether it is fully deserved or not.
Just so you know, I’ve gone back and watched both the 1995 production and the more recent 2008 mini-series. And really liked both. The 1995 version for its portrayal of Margaret, the youngest sister, and Emma Thompson’s screenplay. How neat is it that Emma Thompson wrote the script? The 2008 mini I liked for its fleshed out portrayal of Edward.
All’s well that ends wonderfully.
*My list of Jane Austen’s work in order of favorites:
Pride and Prejudice
Sense and Sensibility