Sean Watkins got deleted

So I had this awesome post about Sean Watkins.....and than I accidentally deleted it....

WHY?????? 

I thought I was deleting a draft, and I wasn't.

I don't even remember the full extent about what I wrote. Something about Sean Watkins's brilliance being underrated, and how his voice sounded like Ryan Adams and Union Station had a sweet voiced love child. 

I also posted these videos of his and Nickel Creek's amazing-ness.

Where is Love Now - Atlanta, GA

Where is Love Now just happens to be one of the most beautiful Nickel Creek songs to date. 

21st of May

21st of May is a backwoods style ditty that pokes fun of Harold Camping's end-of-times prediction about May 21, 2011 being the apocalyptic rapture. It's wonderfully tongue-in-cheek. Just the way I like it, Sean

And that is all that is left in my brain concerning my Sean Watkins post. I'll try to pay some more homage to him later.

Something more articulate to come at a later date.......

e. e. cummings

Hum...I am currently excusing myself from graduate work to seek a little catharsis through blogging for the moment. I have been endlessly lost in a sea of music history terms, research equations, fall concert programming, and near 100 degree weather. I need a lake or a boat or a beach...preferably outside of Georgia... 

OK, for today's beautiful finding.

Well, actually today is more like a rediscovery.

I was going through a ton of music online to find pieces to program for my fall concert. As I was searching, I stumbled across a piece that I forgot how much I loved! It is a choral setting to the e.e. cummings poem "i carry your heart with me." This is quite possibly my favorite cummings poem, but it is also just one of my favorite poems in general. I have always admired cummings for writing in such a free and unrestrainted style. I've always thought he conveys such strong emotion in a simplistic a thourough way. I know he was criticised often, and is still submitted to such criticisms from self-imposed poetry die-hards, but I love the pictures the poetry paints in my head.

So, here is one of my faves:

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; 
only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

ee cummings

Idiosyncratic syntax? Yes. Amazingness? Yes.

Annnnndddd....

Here is the choral setting to "i carry your heart with me" by David C. Dickau and performed by one of the 2010 Georgia All-State Choirs. I love this performance of this version because adolecents and teenagers are singing. They still have such a euphoric and passionate view of love that we can all learn from or revert back to sometimes. Honestly, I have seen this piece performed by several adult choirs with much more precision and vocal stabilit, but none of them completely convinced me. These students really feel it, and it is extraordinarily moving. :)! Click the link below to view the performance on YouTube.

" i carry your heart with me "


Here is the text:

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

ee cummings

Happy Thursday!

Howard Finster

And to commence: one of my favorite artists- Howard Finster- Creator extraordinaire.

Ol' Howard was a local Georgian artist who felt called by God to create art. He was a preacher with an amazing spirit that just flat out inspired people. I gather that he was quite eccentric. His art is highly religious in nature, which some find to be endearing, but I am so drawn to it because of the man's passion and creativity. I think people are quite inspired by those who exert so much of themselves into their craft that it becomes genius.  Most people who truly make a mark on the world are the one's that pour so much of themselves into something else. They are passionate...truly selfless. The true artist (which we all have the capacity to be in some form or another) tacks himself (herself) in front of the world to be vulnerable and exposed. I tend to think that is what Rev. Howard was going for...exposure of the passion of the soul. And that, my friends, I find truly Beautiful.

Quote from Howard Finster: "I never met a person I did not love."

I asked myself if I had met a person I did not love.

...yes...duh.

I actually got momentarily cynical and thought, "Who can actually love everyone?"

BUT, I have decided, if we have the power to hate everyone then we have the power to love everyone. It's like a scale. And loving someone is a choice; a choice that can be made about each person we meet. So, I'm trying to take a note from Howard's book. Choose to love people.

Some of Howard's art to leave you with:

Oh! I almost forgot. Go check out http://www.finstersparadisegardens.org . This is an actually garden chock full of Finster's art. It is in Northwest Georgia, and is apparently amazing. I am hoping to go sometime soon so pictures to follow.

Welcome

First blog ever: eeeek!

I am excited to call myself a blogger now. It has been a goal of mine for a while. I have spent some time debating on what to blog about. There are many things I believe I know well enough to blog about. For one, I teach music so I thought about writing a blog on that...but...eh...I do that everyday so a little seperation from that would be nice. I also love fashion, and (well what girl doesn't) SHOES! But let's be honest....I'm not sure if the world needs one more fashion blog. I get exhausted just trying to keep up with them.

What to write about?... What to write about?...

And then the other day it hit me! Like a beautiful ton of bricks!

I want to be an aesthetic blogger.

I am not sure if this is actually and officially a blogging genre (forging a new path, non?). But never mind that. This is what I want to write about:

beauty. art. music. poetry. all the lovliness in the world.

I realize that this may sound fluffy. To some it might be. The way I see it, though, this world is full of hate, greed, cheating, lying, war, murder (the list goes on...), etc. Don't we need someone to point out a little beauty? Don't we need a little push to see some light even in dark times? Wouldn't it be nice to have a reminder that the world really is full of wonder?

My goal is to blog about something I find beautiful everyday.

Well, maybe everyother day. I am in grad school....

And hopefully you can find some inspiration, light, and beauty to enrich your day!