happy halloween

open if you dare....

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ferraby lionheart @ the echo 10.05.10

an evening spent at the echo was all worth it as i listened to 4 amazing singers... ferraby lionheart was one of them. from los angeles to nashville and back to la, the music seems to reflect lionheart's real life travels as he dabbles in folk and indie rock without really seeming to fit into either category. maybe this is the secret to making a more enjoyable album. he's touring in support of his second full-length, the jack of hearts, which he composed in nashville. songs like "pocketknife" present lionheart's folky twang and lyrical sincerity with the utmost accessibility, which is also found on songs like "my name" and "arkansas" that slow down the approach and unfold with more precision, albeit with less forthright infectiousness.
i will continue to follow ferraby and share his music on blip.fm, http://blip.fm/CreepingElm
follow ferraby too!
http://ferrabylionheart.com
Twitter @F_Lionheart
My Space http://www.myspace.com/ferrabylionheart
Facebook http://www.facebook.com/ferrabylionheart?v=app_178091127385

"it's a confusing wind that seeps through safe suburban alleyways, past dimestore hallowed decorations, burdened with the smells of suppers made in haste, and carrying the slightest sound of lonely childlike giggles.
it invades me through the slivered cracks of my bedroom window, and carries with it a sense of wonder, innocence, guilt and candied dreams.
for this certainly is the eve of angels. the eve of erin's birth."

you rock A-bomb
to you the most special birthday possibilities
wish well : ) "
-julian sakata

ps the first wish that I received and it was perfect...... thank you

"the characters in my head are my own unmindful possibilities... i may be equally fond and horrified by them all...."
~ CreepingElm

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars…”

- jack kerouac

dylan leblanc - emma hartley (dumbo sessions)

ps i discovered dylan leblanc a couple of days ago and can't get him out of my ears... thank you dylan!

basia bulat @ the echo 10.05.10

ps a night spent at the echo was spectacular.. basia bulat was one of the amazing folk singers that i had the pleasure of seeing this evening. touring and promoting her new album, heart of my own, opened for first aid kit. what a sweet, grateful girl singing on the stage with her variety of strings. one of my favorites being the autoharp. best stated by pitchfork's, amy granzin..."her alto's the aural equivalent of the perfect party host who makes every guest not only welcome, but certain they're the most important person in the room" i found to be very true. surprise.... on stage basia sang a polish song, ‘to nie ptak’, loosely translated, “it’s not a bird.”

one of her songs in polish after mentioning her proud polish heritage. as i listened to her songs I find her musically faithful to the rustic sentiments. her songs grow and reveal their treasures slowly. they are golden! thank you basia........
i share these golden treasures on blip.fm ... have a listen sometime: http://blip.fm/CreepingElm

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morning benders - "stitches" yours truly session

ps
words will break us down
where you can't make a sound
and tear you along every different line
and spit it away

for so long
for so long

and this may hurt a bit
breaking out your stitch
you spelled it out so many times
so spit it away

for so long
for so long

(you don't know me by name)
(you don't know me by name)

and you don't know me by name
(still full)
you don't know me by name
you don't know me by name
(still full)
you don't know me by name
(still full)) x9
(you don't know me by name)
(still full)
(still full)
(you don't know me by name)
(still full)
(still full)

ryan adams & the cardinals - my heart is broken

ps my love is gone.....
my heart is broken
my love is gone
i lay without you
your pillow cold

i am forsaken
i can't go on
my heart is broken
my love is gone

if I hadn't cheated
while you were gone
the well that we'd
been drinking from
wouldn't a dried
and turned cold

i am forsaken
i can't go on
my heart is broken
my love is gone

if I hadn't cheated
while you were gone
the well that we'd
been drinking from
wouldn't a dried
and turned cold

my days are empty
my nights are long
five cups of coffee
for the years gone wrong

if I hadn't cheated
while you were gone
the well that we'd
been drinking from
wouldn't a dried
and turned cold

i am forsaken
i can't go on
my heart is broken
my love is gone

my love is gone

feather infirmary by ryder cooley

Feather Infirmary from ryder cooley on Vimeo.

ps ryder colley is genius in my mind.. amazing creator who brings his art to life!
feather infirmary, performance. governors isle. nyc 2009.
32 goose feathers were stitched into my skin over the course of 8 days. performances lasted 2.5 hours, occurring once or twice a day. set within an installation of visual art, sound and video responding to the military history of the island. background music by fall harbor (ryder cooley & todd chandler)
curated by the robert wilson watermill center as part of the new island festival.

sharon van etten - consolation prize.wmv

ps... you ran away....
i came to you,
my conscience clean,
blood on my knees.

the moral of the story
is don't walk away again.

i called you out,
to see my bow,
our final scene.

the moral of the story
is don't look away again,
to find a better conversation.

i saw you there,
your friends aware,
without a care.

the moral of the story
is don't lie to me again
to find a better conversation,
so I can be your consolation prize

i ran away
to stand my ground,
look what I found.

the moral of the story
is don't walk away again,
to find a better conversation,
so I can be your consolation prize.
to find a better conversation,
no, I'll never be your consolation prize.

born yesterday ~ a thing or two - ryan adams

ps what happened? why? .......... hold onto

make me a list of all the things
that I don't wanna know
to keep me sane
make me a wish that I will never have to know
what it is you do when I have to go
cause I know a thing or two
my birthday keeps falling
on the day before yours does, too

all my day dreams feel so nice
medicate my worried life
something else for me to hold onto

make a plan of how I'm supposed to assume
that it's normal
to never hear from you
i'll understand
i will be here for you
when the lights go down
in some strange part of town
cause I know a thing or two
my birthday keeps falling
on the day before yours does too

all my day dreams feel so nice
medicate my worried life
something else for me to hold onto
hold onto

make me a list of all the things
that I don't wanna know
to keep me sane
make me a wish that I will never have to know
what it is you do when I have to go
cause I know a thing or two
my birthday keeps falling
on the day before yours does, too

all my day dreams feel so nice
medicate my worried life
something else for me to hold onto

make a plan of how I'm supposed to assume
that it's normal
to never hear from you
i'll understand
i will be here for you
when the lights go down
in some strange part of town
cause I know a thing or two
my birthday keeps falling
on the day before yours does too

all my day dreams feel so nice
medicate my worried life
something else for me to hold onto
hold onto

anna ternheim - i say no

ps what happened? i say no

lately you've been bothered by your friends
we will disturb you, to make you talk again
try to find the other side of you
the things you hide, what you don't say

we say no, oh no
we won't let you slip inbetween
we say no, oh no
we won't let you squeeze right through

give you second chances easily
we wait for answers, for hours and years
but the sadness in your eyes won't go away
it becomes you, in a strange kind of way
i wonder where you come from
who you've been
what you gain, if you win
but my guess is right you break like glass
and I wonder where, your god was then

i say no, oh no
i won't let you slip inbetween
i say no, oh no
i won't let you squeeze right through

oh how sweet a boy like you can be


when he tries
you're changing skin like I change clothes
you're faking it well, but it shows

you say: lately I've been bothered by my friends
they need foregiveness
i need therapy, they say
better lock up well before they come
with their prayers, and loaded guns
better lock up well before they come
more than ten years to ignore, what they here for

we say no, oh no
we won't let you slip inbetween
we say no, oh no
we won't let you squeeze right through

we say no, no no no
since you fall from every throne

fences @ the silverlake lounge 10.04.10

ps i went to see the head and the heart and discovered fences on this very evening. the band consists of
CHRISTOPHER MANSFIELD//VOX,GUITARS
GREG//DRUMS,PERCUSSION
JONATHAN//E.GUITAR,KEYS
TERRY//E.BASS
indeed mansfield is a story teller through his music with lyrics such as “i'm fucking up, i’m fucking up, i’m fucking up everything” from the song girls with accents, or boys around here lyrics like “i’ll be alright if I can just stay in tonight. i don’t want to talk. just let me drink, tomorrow we’ll give up.”
forever bummed... is a description on their myspace page. how can one not love that description? personally i think sad tragic music is most beautiful! watching christopher's stage manerisms, looking at his image, listening to his voice and lyrics combines a story that you hate to hear, but need to know... where does this pain come from? my assumption is... life!
spin magazine said, "fences mastermind, chris mansfield, looks like he could be a roadie for new jersey hardcore band thursday, but don't be fooled. it's his acoustic guitar and quiet stories of emotional torment that shine..." i agree with this completely.
i will continue to play their music on blip.fm http://blip.fm/CreepingElm to help get their music heard!
follow fences:
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twitter @ffeenncceess
website http://WWW.SADCASTLE.COM/
myspace http://www.myspace.com/fencesvswolf
the following recording of "my girl the horse" has band members from hey marseilles, another seattle band, playing with them...

the head and the heart @ the silverlake lounge and bardot 10.4.10

ps music has become my religion, and the head and the heart are part of it. i have been playing them on blip.fm (http://blip.fm/CreepingElm) for the last month and was excited when i saw they were playing in la.
the head and the heart are a folk-rock band hailing from seattle, washington. i had the pleasure of seeing them twice in the same evening, first at the packed silverlake lounge and then at bardot in hollywood. they played songs from their eponymous debut lp, 3 of their finest being "down in the valley," "lost in my mind," and "sounds like hallelujah." everyone had a grand time dancing and singing along. it's a show that you can't just stand in one place and listen to, as their music makes you celebrate and move.
i walk through the canyons everyday and singing "down in the valley," whose words are better than mine to describe this band to watch-
"i know there's california, oklahoma
and all the places i ain't ever been to but
down in the valley with whiskey rivers
these are the places you will find me hidin'
these are the places I will always go.”

the band consists of:
josiah johnson - vocals, guitar, percussion
jon russell - vocals, guitar, percussion
kenny hensley - piano
tyler williams - drums
charity thielen - violin, vocals, percussion
chris zasche - bass

Read more:
http://www.facebook.com/theheadandtheheart?ref=ts
http://twitter.com/#!/headandtheheart
http://www.myspace.com/theheadandtheheart#ixzz11voncdXD

have a listen: