Trevor Borden (song of the week)

A friend sent me this song a while back and I haven’t been able to get over it since. The lyrics are perfect, the arrangement is enthralling, and his voice is pure soul. (Not to mention he’s a fellow TCK) In short, I am totally in love with Purple. Plus, free download!


This National Poetry Month has been rough. Thanks to you all for sticking with me as I post these sketchy daily poems, which have definitely taught me a lesson in humility. Hopefully this song can make up for all the other stuff.

Paul Thomas Saunders (song of the week)

I know I just recently posted another of his songs, but I am on a serious Saunders/London Grammar kick right now. This song in particular blows my mind every time – I react to it emotionally before I can comprehend cognitively what’s going on. That, in my mind, is a sign of a truly powerful artist.

“Good women lie with losers everyday” – something that is very dear to my heart, the idea that a wonderful, beautiful person will settle for less. Why? I’m still figuring it out. And I love that this song discovered me just when I needed it.

Paul Thomas Saunders (song of the week)

This, in my mind, is a perfect song and video. The performers are humble, their eyes turned down and inwards rather than catching the attention of the camera – the full focus of the song is on the beautiful, broken refrain. I love their unconventional style and simple melody line. Gorgeous performance.

I would highly recommend looking up various other Burberry Acoustic pieces. The settings are always lovely, and the songs beautiful.

Stromae (song of the week)

This Belgian artist is amazing. His name is the two syllables of the word “maestro” inverted. His lyrics are beautiful, and his beats captivating. Other amazing songs: Papaoutai and Alors on Dans.

Fun fact: no one knew he was filming a music video. They all assumed he was drunk.

Come What May(song of the week)

Moulin Rouge confuses me. The film in and of itself is a work of art, the music perfect, and the plot line clever. It’s the kind of film that becomes a classic of cult classics, an epic anthem for a romance-craving generation.

However, something about it just didn’t sit right with me. Aside from not particularly condoning the lifestyles of the characters therein, there was something lacking about the love story. It was empty, hollow, broken – a far more true depiction of romance than the glossy, Hollywood chick flicks – but in an indie, perfect way, which was entirely too romantic for my tastes (which is not saying much.) And its overwhelming dramatic (somewhat overly so, to the point of utter cheesiness and lies) portrayal of a brothel was a little crazy.

This doesn’t change the fact that I adore the sound track, and love finding other fans of the film who will belt out the duets with me. (naturally, I sing Ewan McGregor’s part, regardless of my partner’s gender. Do what I want.) Moulin Rouge is certainly not one for the kids, but that doesn’t mean I won’t be singing mine to sleep with the song Come What May.