Oh, noooo! He was one of my favourites. RIP John.
This really struck me, how many people are stepping up.
Triple double love!!
Great John Prine coverā¦
The original:
And my favourite cover of it:
Had been humming this song this morning, lol
Got me moving once I played it!
Trigger warning.
Feelin this one today!!
Not a song but pretty cute; wasnāt sure where to put it!
Just found this new song already loving it.
I like that one, very cool! I had to look them upā¦ I like this of the 3 Iāve heardā¦
You thought God was an architect, now you know
Heās something like a pipe bomb ready to blow
And everything you built thatās all for show goes up in flames
I think a lot about this these days and the video reminds me of the emptiness of technology for Goat. While it claims to bring us together, it also allows us to hide in denial claiming to be connected. Maybe some can exist or even thrive on the veneer of connectedness while others suffer.
The lyrics remind me of the violence this disease causes directly and indirectly and the delicate balance of grace and violence. Lives have been upended from the way they were, the things we worked so hard for gone, so quickly.
A Pope, the holiest of holy, that prays that the plague would end, yet it continued to ravage the world while he gave sermon after sermon to an empty church and square. Other purported holy men ignored the warnings, leading themselves and their parishioners to pay the highest price.
The inability of so many to just be able to sit and be right here, right now without allowing fear to take over and rule emotions. Since lock down, I have dealt with so many people who have chosen to ignore the suffering around us and continue to charge through life like all of this is an inconvenience. What is mine is mine and whatās yours is negotiable (and its soon to be mine).
People, family members, friends, suddenly struck with illness, barely hanging on. Tales of horrible relapses, depression, and suicide from those that canāt see a tomorrow without suffering.
While my mind wants to hold to the 10,000 horrible things I witness each day, there are 10,000 beautiful things as well. Grace and violence in seeming balanced harmony. When I am looking for something, everywhere i look, I see what I am looking for. I can choose to see only whats wrong, I can choose to see only whats right. Neither are the reality I exist in.
Only when I can be right here right now ā open to what ever I encounter can i see this balance between grace and violence ā even in a world as seemingly fucked up as ours is now. It means acknowledging each of these things that I encounter and giving each the respect and time that it deserves. Nothing more. Not focusing on one to ignore the other. When I can do that, I can see the balance in life and how things happened months ago that led me to be able to be right here right now. I donāt have a feeling to describe that space ā other than magical.
I donāt know that HP has to be vengeful or loving. I donāt know that HP has to act with the delicacy and deliberateness of an architect, I sure as shit know now that HP can act with the violence of a pipe bomb now. When HP is free to be what it needs to be, that is when I can see the markers around me that things are what they are supposed to be and I can approach a serenity of sorts in this calamitous time.
new fiona apple album out day 
