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The Daytrotter Sessions

Site of the week: The Daytrotter Sessions

I have known about this site for awhile, but I feel compelled to write about it now that I have grown to find myself on it everyday. It's a site dedicated to music; with reviews, original recordings, handrawn album covers, and great articles about the songs and the recording process. Some of my favorite bands such as my brightest diamond, bon iver, and damien jurado have some songs to download on here, and the cool thing is that it is all free. I hope to be on here some day, simply for the handrawn album cover.

I just finished watching Eagle Eye, and if you look past the fact of it being really far-fetched and unreal I thought it was a great movie. Oh and add me on twitter if you have one! I don't know what it's all about yet, but i have one now, and it feels good to tell "the world" what I'm doing during the day. So if your interested in what I am doing add me on twitter. It is ridiculous, but I think It's about to become an addiction. Or maybe I'm really caught up in writing about myself? Who knows?

Your probably wondering what I'm doing now? So your gonna go to twitter and it's gonna say "updating the old blogspot." I don't know how you knowing what I'm doing helps in the grand scheme of things, but EVERYONE'S DOING IT. I'm gonna follow the crowd on this one.

Oh yea and on top of that your probably wondering "Geez I wonder what David is listening to this very second?" Bam, to the right of this is a list of songs I have or am listening to. So now you can be as virtually connected to me as you want.

So This Is The New Year

I think everyone is a witness to God's glory. Some people decide to put it aside and go on with their lives. Then some people spend their entire lifetime trying to figure out what it is.

I think people aren't always aware of the times when their friends need them the most. That's when we usually hear God screaming "LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME!"

I'm finally working on a record. I hope you can hear it soon.

Home. Where is it?

"In the cathedrals of New York and Rome
There is a feeling that you should just go home
And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is"

"Where thou art - that - is Home."

"I know I'm searching for something
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the blind"

Fog

Lately it has been foggy as ever. Sometimes at night, while driving, you can only see a few feet in front of you. It's the scariest feeling in the world, because the lights of the oncoming cars get blurred in the fog and you can't see anything. I'm staying home until it seizes. Lately I've been listening to Joan Osborne, and I have never heard about her until recently. I still don't know a bunch about who she is or the stuff she has done. I picked up "Little Wild One" and its a cool cd. I really like the way she writes and the lyrics she uses. If you can you should give it a listen. Here are a few that struck me.

In this crowded city,
I was so alone
Stranger to my own eyes
Heart without a home
Hallelujah.

In the cathedrals of New York and Rome
There is a feeling that you should just go home
And spend a lifetime finding out just where that is

Strangers

"In all this sober glory, something surprising appeared. At this desert trickle, beneath this cyclone fence, behind a young rock, I saw motion. Along came a blue crab. It picked it's way down some sharp grains between rocks and settled in to work the area. The crab's shell was five or six inches long from tip to tip. It's blue-and-white legs minced on their points; it squatted to feed. Why are you wandering around in the desert, I thought, instead of swimming in a Chesapeake slough, or in a pot of steam? In fact, freshwater crabs are a delicacy; the Chinese, especially, prize them.
I looked for someone to show. In all the immense space under the dry sky, only one distant man was walking, probably one of the Dutch- speakers.
And what should I call out to him? "Mynheer!" I shouted. He made his way to me over the bare ground. I showed him the crab. He was gratifyingly amazed- a big blue crab in the desert. The crab was easing itself along the chips and sand the water wetted, behind the cyclone fence. Its eyes moved on stalks. The Dutchman, too, looked for someone to show, but saw nobody. We discussed the crab, I think, and the sight of the crab.
Possibly the magnificent accent with which I'd shouted "Mynheer" impressed him, for he spoke dutch, none of which I understood. I spoke English, which he doubtless understood. His tanned face showed pale creases everywhere, in the sun, he had laughed. Pleased, he thanked me, and before wandering off he looked at me significantly. So: his look said, we meet. So: in this queer bare spot, home of nobody under the sky, two humans stand side by side to look at a crab.
Later, I thought: This fleet meeting was not so deep as, say, a marriage- but it had its moments. Who are we people? "

-Annie Dillard

Nosegays= Flowers

My nosegays are for captive;
Dim, long- expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
Patient till paradise.

To such, if they should whisper
Of morning and the moor,
They bear no other errand,
And I, no other prayer.
-Emily Dickinson