Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Favorite Lullabies

One of my favorite memories of my childhood was when my parents would tuck me and my sister into bed. Usually this was my mom, and she would sing lullabies to us. But when my mom was at Tabernacle Choir rehearsals Thursday nights, my dad would tuck us in and tell us "True Stories," which were from the scriptures.

When I was eight, my mom had a three-week choir tour to Australia and New Zealand. So she made a tape of lullabies for us to listen to while she was away. A few years ago, our brother made this tape into a CD so that it can live on in our family.

I treasure having this CD for Atticus, and decided that I'm going to make my own for him as a sequel to his grandma's, hoping both CDs will mean something to him now and when he's older.

Here are some lullabies on my mom's CD:

  1. Baby's Boat
  2. I Love You
  3. Sweetest Little Fella
  4. Baby Shoes
  5. Poor Babes in the Woods
  6. Moonshine Lullaby (from Annie Get Your Gun)
  7. Sing (from Sesame Street)
  8. What's the Name of that Song?
  9. Brahms Lullaby
  10. Hush-a-by, Don't You Cry

Here are songs I'm going to include:

  1. Moon River
  2. Snuggle Puppy
  3. If We Hold On Together
  4. Somewhere Out There (This video from the movie is so cute)
  5. Somewhere Over the Rainbow
  6. Rainbow Connection
  7. I Don't Want to Live on the Moon
  8. Jenny Rebecca (revised for Atticus)
  9. Annie's Song
  10. Dona Nobis Pacem
  11. Consider the Lilies

I'm also going to include readings of a few stories: Where the Wild Things Are, Runaway Bunny, On the Night You Were Born, and Goodnight Moon.

What lullabies are your favorites? What are ones that carry special memories for your family?

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

"Sing"

At work, people were posting a list of their first favorite songs, and as someone posted this one by the Carpenters, a gush of memories came over me. My parents love the Carpenters, and Karen's voice was one of the first outside my family that could make me jump when I heard her.

Yes, the song is camp in the over exaggeration sense of the word. But as I look to the lyrics, I think of those, like my Dad, who have lived their life to sing, simplify, and make everything last for as long for as their life does. And what a celebration of life this song is.


Sing, sing a song

Sing out loud

Sing out strong

Sing of good things not bad

Sing of happy not sad



Sing, sing a song

Make it simple to last

Your whole life long

Don’t worry that it’s not

Good enough for anyone

Else to hear

Just sing, sing a song

"Sing" is a song from my childhood that's accompanied me these near 30 years - in a way it's become a mantra for my life. My mom used to sing this to me and my sister when she tucked us in at night, and I'm sure the song's messages sunk deep into my unconscious mind.

I loved seeing this some of my first TV friends, Bob, Luis, and Susan, on this video, where I first learned to love this song.

Can you believe how far Sesame Street has come? I doubt nowadays they'd allow the kid in the center of the shot to pick his nose (:44), or come belting in on Luis' solo. And to pull it all off with a tire swing, Luis' guitar, some distracted kids, and no muppets. It's simple. It's great.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

You're in my soul

So Dale Carnegie, in How to Win Friends and Influence People, said that a man's name is his sweetest sound. I guess we're all narcisists then.

With that fact established, I suppose it won't make me look too out of line to say I love the song "Alisa" by Ariel Pink?

Thanks to Bob, who found this for me.

Thursday, April 09, 2009

As the light within the lantern

It's been a hard day, but I am comforted by the beauty I saw on my walk around Temple Square. I picked another leaf of lamb's ear, noticed the cherry blossoms, and saw a bird's nest. These are some Temple Square tulips. And as I walked the gardens in the rain, I listened to this:

As the ruby in the setting,
As the honey in the comb,
As the light within the lantern,
As the father in the home,
As the eagle in the mountain,
As the sparrow in the nest,
So, Lord, art Thou to me.


- Johannes Tauler (1300-1361)

This is one of my dad's favorite hymns, and it has been memorable to sing this in church with my family. The line comparing God to "the father in the home" has always resonated with me. There's a special feeling when my dad is in the same room as I am, and I love his conversation, insights, and yes, corny jokes.

My dad recently got some serious health news. I want to preserve his privacy and not get too detailed, but I thought I'd let you know so you can send all your warm thoughts and good energy his way. I remember so many of you pulled together for him 4.5 years ago when he first got sick and helped make miracles happen. I also know the power of community.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Favorite Song (for the time being)

I love what it says about the strength of a union. What it means to be connected. How to not let heaven or hell get in the way. And what it means to approach the unknown with your beloved.

Oh yeah, and it's a little creepy. But that's balanced with its solitary romance: "On the blackest of moons."

DCFC: "I will follow you into the dark"

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Happy Distraction

For about two months I've been breaking a favorite habit of mine: public radio. I can't stand to listen to the obsessive reporting on the financial crisis. Although I've been listening regularly for eight years now, I find that the last thing I want to wake up to is news of more helpless people everywhere, everyday. Seriously. I've had enough.

This leaves a big gap in my life. What do I use in the mornings to wake me up and accompany my morning routine? What about my 20-30 minute commute each way to work?

I've taken refuge in my iPod, especially since my commuting car has an iPod hookup. Thanks to several generous iTunes gifts we received for Christmas, I've found great refuge in music and audiobooks, and I've discovered they leave me in a much better mood than our current news.

Here are some of the artists or bands I've newly found in my search for distraction from depressing news:

  • Fleet Foxes
  • Regina Spektor
  • The Killers
  • Ingrid Michaelson
  • The Shins
  • Vashti Bunyan
  • Faded Paper Figures
  • Swell Season/The Frames

OK, so nothing too shocking on the list, but I'm going for escape and not the deepest, weirdest cuts. Anything else I should add for a happy distraction?

Monday, January 26, 2009

Music is my boyfriend


Have you tried the Genuis sidebar in iTunes? You know, it takes what you have in your library and figures out new playlists for you based on what playlists other people have made?

Because I am the type to get in a rut, this has been amazing at pulling out all kinds of songs I forgot I had in my library, or songs Kevin downloaded, and making a playlist around certain subtle moods.

I do want to know, though, why it insists on putting the Carpenters "Merry Christmas, Darling" in so many of my playlists. There it is, next to Beck's "Where It's At" or Feist's "1234." But I swear I have other songs in my library.

I'm thinking of loading up Lex de Azevedo's "A Time to Love" soundtrack to mess with everyone else's playlists.

Saturday, November 22, 2008

I’m glad that I live in this beautiful world

Today I am thankful for beautiful music, warm days, and loving friends. I've been thinking of this primary children's song lately, and I think its message is beautiful and simple with the merging of nature, the senses, and God's love. I should have sung this more when I was the primary chorister last year. I think if I could give one message to children that they could internalize, this would be it.

Whenever I hear the song of a bird
Or look at the blue, blue sky,
Whenever I feel the rain on my face
Or the wind as it rushes by,
Whenever I touch a velvet rose
Or walk by a lilac tree,
I’m glad that I live in this beautiful world
Heavenly Father created for me.

He gave me my eyes that I might see
The color of butterfly wings.
He gave my ears that I might hear
The magical sound of things.
He gave me my life, mind, my heart;
I thank Him rev’rently
For all his creations, of which I’m a part.
Yes, I know Heavenly Father loves me.

"My Heavenly Father Loves Me," The Children’s Songbook, p. 228

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Beyond the Horizon

As I sat at work today, not too happy about some things that are taking longer than I would like, this Bob Dylan song came on iTunes:

Beyond the horizon, behind the sun
At the end of the rainbow life has only begun
In the long hours of twilight 'neath the stardust above
Beyond the horizon it is easy to love

I'm touched with desire
What don't I do?
Through flame and through fire
I'll build my world around you

[...]

Beyond the horizon, the sky is so blue
I've got more than a lifetime to live lovin' you

The sliding steel guitar and dancing tempo of this song brought me back to Hawaii. Now there's a place I'd love to be right now, dancing to Bob Dylan on the beach.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Hi-Ho, Anybody Home?


Growing Hearth, Red Butte Garden

Matt mentioned campfire songs recently, and it made me think about two things. First, there's been a serious lack of campfires this year, and second, I love autumn-sounding songs like "Hi-Ho, Anybody Home?" and "Have You Seen the Ghost of John?". Great rounds.

I'm also thinking about Halloween. I suppose it would be pretty inappropriate to don a prairie dress and do up my hair like a polygamist? It's a shame. I could totally pull that off.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Enough to Be on Your Way

I discovered this James Taylor song about the Southwest today. Yes, I've heard it for years, but today I actually listened to it and absorbed its images, beginning with the sun that shines on both sorrow and joy. Appropriately, I first learned to love his melodies and lyrics on a college road trip to Las Vegas, crossing the Great Basin and skimming the Colorado Plateau. The powerful image of sending his deceased lover "up a smoke stack" to return her to "what she knew the best." These heartbreaking images call me back to this place I call home.

The sun shines on this funeral
The same as on a birth
The way it shines on everything
That happens here on Earth
It rolls across the western sky
And back into the sea
And spends the day's last rays
Upon this [messed]-up family
So long old pal

The last time I saw Alice
She was leaving Santa Fe
With a bunch of round-eyed Buddhists
In a killer Chevrolet
Said they turned her out of Texas
Yeah she burned 'em down back home
Now she's wild with expectation
On the edge of the unknown

Oh it's enough to be on your way
It's enough just to cover ground
It's enough to be moving on
Home, build it behind your eyes
Carry it in your heart
Safe among your own

They brought her back on a Friday night
Same day I was born
We sent her up the smoke stack
And back into the storm
She blew up over the San Juan mountains
And spent herself at last
The threat of heavy weather
That was what she knew the best

It woke me up on a Sunday
An hour before the sun
It had me watching the headlights
Out on highway 591
'Til I stepped into my trousers
'Til I pulled my big boots on
I walked out on the Mesa
And I stumbled on this song

Oh it's enough to be on your way
It's enough just to cover ground
It's enough to be moving on
Home, build it behind your eyes
Carry it in your heart
Safe among your own

Or, if you prefer to listen to the southwestern red rock music video.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Grafton Street Review (with bonus U2)

This has been a great weekend for me and Irish music. The first event was a concert last night that D'Arcy invited me to at The Depot with Swell Season, who won the Oscar for best song for 2007 and stared in the Sundance Film Festival movie Once.

This concert was amazing! I have never been able to experience such passionate art that up close. These people are the real deal: Glen Hansard, the main singer, quit school at 13 to play music on the streets of Dublin. He's got this ratty guitar, a ton of passion, and a very approachable style. He did a great job of working the crowd. (Thanks, D'Arcy, for the photo!)

The opening act was even so cool with this total hippie Irish guy by himself who sang and sometimes beat the drums or played the penny flute while the audience provided a drone. Just a great, real experience. You can also check out what D'Arcy and Stina had to say about it on their blogs (we ran into Christina and Dave after the concert--it was definitely the place to be on a Friday night if you are into cool Irish music stuff).

And speaking of Irish music, tonight Kevin and I got to see the much-anticipated U2 laser show at the Clark Planetarium. This is a show that takes me and Kevin back a ways, as we used to go to the laser U2 show at the old Hansen Planetarium back when we were kids. We hadn't lost our touch, and were able to get our traditional back-row seats, which, just so you know, are always the best seats in a dome planetarium theater.

This show was great. Laser technology and imaging has come a long way in the last decade, and the screens were multi-dimensional and cinematic. The songs didn't vary from the usual U2 lineup: Where the Streets Have No Name, Sunday Bloody Sunday, Pride, With or Without You, Bullet in the Blue Sky, The Fly, Mysterious Ways, I Will Follow, Desire, Beautiful Day, Elevation, and Vertigo. As a lover of U2's music, I would have loved to hear something that's not commonly played on the radio, but these were all good song choices. I give them props for making me sufficiently affected during "Sunday Bloody Sunday" and "Bullet in the Blue Sky" with their imagery and symbolism of warfare, as it takes a lot to shake me out of the comfort zone of these songs I've heard over and over. Even though "I Will Follow" isn't on my list of top 20 U2 songs, I loved the abstract dance of lasers on the globe-shaped canvas on this one. I also love "Elevation," but suggest they ditch the winged dolphin featured throughout the song flying in and out of canyons for something less awkward. Overall, very much improved from what the show used to be, and very well done.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

O Fortuna!

Last night Kevin and I went to see our friend Christina perform in the Utah Symphony's production of Carmina Burana as a soprano in the chorus. They did an amazing job, and this is such a rousing piece of music. I found it interesting in its nihilistic lyrics and how those work with the strident, but ear-pricking harmonies.

My favorite part is the most famous refrains that stand as bookends to the piece:


O Fortune,
like the moon
you are constantly changing,
ever waxing
and waning;
hateful life
first oppresses
and then soothes
as fancy takes it;
poverty
and power
it melts them like ice.


Fate - monstrous
and empty,
you whirling wheel,
you are malevolent,
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through the game
I bring my bare back
to your villainy.


Fate is against me
in health
and virtue,
driven on
and weighted down,
always enslaved.
So at this hour
without delay
pluck the vibrating strings;
since Fate
strikes down the strong man,
everyone weep with me

And here are a couple of mobile phone pictures (hence, the quality) we took in in the lobby of Abravanel Hall. I was inspired by that evening's performance to make all sorts of remarks about this beautiful, intriguing sculpture, but I'm too discrete to mention them here. Christina and Dave have a family connection related to this sculpture and keeping it here in the Hall for the public of Salt Lake City, so that's pretty cool!


Also, on the way home from the performance, Christina and I discovered we have a previous connection in that we both sang in the Salt Lake Children's Choir in our youth. I sang from 1991-1995, and Christina sang in 1995-1996, so we must have song together for at least one concert season. See, I knew we were kindred spirits!

Monday, March 31, 2008

First Communion

For a Mormon girl who has never been out of Utah more than two weeks at a time, I can say that I've probably had a somewhat diverse sprinkling of religious experiences outside of my faith. Most of these stem from my early career as a choir member, singing in Presbyterian and Catholic churches, and even Grace Cathedral, the famous Episcopal locale in San Fransisco. Needless to say, I've spent a lot of this time in the choir loft.

In addition to these experiences, I've attended an Evensong at St. Paul's in London on the Epiphany (January 6th--the 12th day of Christmas) and mass at Notre Dame in Paris. I've been to the United Church of Christ to perform pieces of Handel's Messiah, and I've been to an Evangelical Baptist church to hear one of my friends sing. All of these have been beautiful experiences, but I'm only now beginning to get the hang of things a little. This Sunday, Kevin and I attended services at St. Mark's Cathedral downtown with our friends and fellow bloggers Christina and Dave. They will later come to LDS services with me and Kevin, just to see what the experience is like. The first thing I noticed is that this Episcopal cathedral is beautiful! All the pictures here are from the inside.


The service was a little bit of a whirlwind for me. I'm used to parking in my pew for my worship, but this service required a lot of participation by the congregation. It was the second Sunday celebration of Easter, and the hymns were glorious Alleluia pieces. I was excited to hear some familiar pieces we use in Mormon services too, including Randall Thompson's "Alleluia" and the Doxology:


Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

One thing that always brings a smile to my face is the sharing of peace. I've seen this at other Protestant churches, and it's where the congregation mingles, shakes hands, and offers peace to the neighbors around you. I don't know why I smile--maybe it's partly because I feel somewhat conspicuous as a visitor, but also I think that it's just a happy thing to do.


I was excited to get a closer look at these services from a historical perspective as well. As a graduate student, I studied in depth the religious goings-on of 16th- and 17th-century England. I spent over a year studying the symbols of the Eucharist and how they relate to a marriage between Christ and the Church, and the only paper I've published in an actual literary journal was on John Bunyan's A Pilgrim's Progress and the textual conflicts of predestination and works. I also studied Thomas Cranmer's original Book of Common Prayer, which is used in American Episcopal services today with some modification (as the Dean of the cathedral explained to me after the service). I probably drove everyone crazy with discussing the origins of the book, but hey, that's what gets me going from a literary sense.

The coolest experience was the Holy Communion. I wanted to see the Eucharist up close for the first time, and was humbled that it was all right for me to go up and receive the Body and Blood from the priest even though I'm not a confirmed member of their faith. What I wasn't expecting was the personal way the sacrament was offered, with a blessing said on each individual each time they received these tokens.


The sermon was on Thomas after the resurrection. The pastor had an interesting take, and jokingly suggested that maybe Thomas was one of those people who scored high on the sensory scale of the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. One thing that he mentions is that many witnesses said, "I saw the Lord," but when Thomas sees Jesus, he sees the Lord and God. It was a nice turn that reminds me of the sermons I love that re-define Martha's role, and that's why I posted the Martha and Mary window from the Cathedral here.

The Nicene Creed

We believe in one God,
the Father, the Almighty,
maker of heaven and earth,
of all that is, seen and unseen.

We believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ,
the only Son of God,
eternally begotten of the Father,
God from God, Light from Light,
true God from true God,
begotten, not made,
of one Being with the Father.
Through him all things were made.
For us and for our salvation
he came down from heaven:
by the power of the Holy Spirit
he became incarnate from the Virgin Mary,
and was made man.
For our sake he was crucified under Pontius Pilate;
he suffered death and was buried.
On the third day he rose again
in accordance with the Scriptures;
he ascended into heaven
and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead,
and his kingdom will have no end.

We believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the giver of life,
who proceeds from the Father and the Son.
With the Father and the Son he is worshiped and glorified.
He has spoken through the Prophets.
We believe in one holy catholic and apostolic Church.
We acknowledge one baptism for the forgiveness of sins.
We look for the resurrection of the dead,
and the life of the world to come. Amen.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

A Surfeit of Music

In my undergraduate Shakespeare class I was introduced to the word surfeit, which was used much more in the English Renaissance to describe excess and abundance. This has become one of my favorite words, and I use it casually without ever really thinking of it. I suppose it's my equivalent to Miss Lydia Bennett falling into a chair after running around and saying, "Oh, I'm so fat."

So my new surfeitting is music: Lately I've become interested in jazz. I'm by no means a hard-core fan yet, but I tune to KUER, my local public radio station, more during the jazz program and have purchased several jazz CDs in the last year (I never owned any before).

There's something soothing about the beats, and when I've come home from a busy day at work where I've spent the whole day talking and listening, I enjoy hearing something that doesn't have any words. It calms the savage beast inside me.

How this relates to surfeit? Well, last week I was at Costco to purchase some cast-iron chairs to match my new outdoor bistro table, and I was overcome with the feeling to consume music. I bought on the fly three jazz CDs that contain remakes of popular songs. I've spent all of last week listening to these CDs.

I've had a revelation. Do any of you Utahns remember how FM100 was during the 80's, and how they played nothing but instrumental versions of popular songs? My mother loved this station, and that was always what she listened to as she carted me around to the grocery store, the post office, or wherever she had to go. I never understood why she didn't want to listen to the words. And here I am now, doing the same thing.