Growing up you always heard about the mid-life crisis through any number of sitcoms on tv. It was usually a male who bought a hot car to feel more alive and relevant. I’m still not sure what age qualifies for a midlife crisis or if women even get them, but I think I had a very small one last night. It started out innocently enough. The Oasis Documentary: Supersonic was on netflix. Matt told me he wasn’t in the right emotional spot to watch it with me. I knew what he meant. I just kept watching. It’s always been trigger music for me simply because I can remember right where I was sitting as we sang Champagne Supernova in the summer going into 7th grade. It was beautiful and youthful. When we listened to those songs, I felt alive and didn’t think the world could get any bigger or cooler. It was a brilliant feeling.
Of course, the stories of the Gallaghar brothers getting in fights and not speaking for months always caught my attention, but it was always really just about the music for me. It was a really good documentary in both style and content. I just felt a little sad after watching it. Those two brothers came from absolutely nothing and for several years one was responsible for writing the best songs being played and the other sang them perfectly. They had enough talent to keep it going. That just didn’t happen. I guess it just couldn’t happen.
Nonetheless, lying in the bed and listening to this documentary made me want more in life like I did when I was 12 or 13. I wanted the excitement of anything is possible. So, I stayed up way too late googling everything I could about the Gallaghar boys, about later projects, and about their families. Made for a horrible netflix hangover for Monday. The only thing that makes it feel better is turning up the songs really loud and throwing my hair around. Those years were amazing: ’95,’96,’97. I felt so much.
The weather is already becoming ever so fall like up here.
It’s not overwhelming, but it is noticeable. Spring takes forever to follow the calendar, but fall moves right in with Labor Day. Truly remarkable for me, a person who dreamed of those movie-like Fall scenes of leaves falling, crisp breezes, fresh paint on school walls and those blue skies during outside cheerleading practice. I remember walking around the downtown of my first market in Mississippi dreaming of mysterious and romantic falls. We get it up here. If I had my choice it wouldn’t really take hold until October, but it’s here. If the already bright maples aren’t proof enough, my music taste is more folksy. Matt accuses me of not liking music anymore. That’s not true. I might not like it as loud as I once did, but there is no better way to usher in change than loved songs.
My choice of the moment on replay.
Andrew Bird – Lusitania. Female is St. Vincent. (she’s not my favorite, but he often is)
This video starts around :31 with a song I was designed to love, called “TV Girl”. The entire new Wild Nothing album – Life of Pause – is delightful. The KEXP video is a treat to watch. I’m actually using it to distract myself from a real music issue I have to figure out. My opinions on last night’s Cure concert in St Paul. I’m having a hard time putting my feelings to words – written or verbal. They are intense feelings.
I love the Cure. I always have. I love songs that no one else loves. Though, last night for the bulk/middle of the show Robert played songs I don’t love and have never loved. I mean “Wrong Number”?? Just why? There were so many other options. So, I’ll keep watching this Wild Nothing video as I form my thoughts. I don’t want this to be my last Cure concert, but that was very pricey for a disappointing song selection and pacing slumps.
The Citypages music writer/blog really summed it up for me on the day after.
I was sitting on my porch Sunday and this idea hit me: I love taking pictures of gardens, nature, grassy areas, shady spots and garden rooms. I know many of you do, too, so let’s make the pictures easier to see in one spot!
I enjoy seeing pictures from your walks, strolls and places that inspire you on a daily basis. Our special garden spaces don’t have to be fancy to bring us great joy. So let’s share the inspiration using the hashtag #ShareYourGarden and see how many pretty pics we can get in. I’m not talking professional pics, I’m talking about the ones you and I snap while on walks or while we stand around watering our flowers. Those unexpected moments of beauty.
Here’s how it will work:
FACEBOOK: 1) post your picture to my wall (lindseybrown-news) using the hashtag #shareyourgarden and include any info you’d like me to include with the picture such as where it was taken or even why you admire the pic’s contents. For example, maybe it’s a pic of an orchid you’ve been nursing for years or a plant passed down from family. Don’t we love to hear success stories? 2) Send the pic to me in a private FB message and include all the same information.
TWITTER: Tweet the picture to me at @lbrownKSTP and include the hashtag #shareyourgarden with any other info you can fit in the twitter word limit. I’ll retweet it and also include it in our facebook album.
INSTAGRAM: Post your picture on your account and include my handle @lindseyrbrown along with the #shareyourgarden hashtag and I’ll share it using the repost app and use it on twitter and facebook while giving you credit!
EMAIL: Send all the necessary info to me along with the picture to email@example.com
Easy, right!! Hopefully it will bring us a bunch of pretty nature inspired pictures to make our social media lives a bit brighter and give us ideas for our own yards and houses. If you have friends who would enjoy this, make sure they follow me on facebook at lindseybrown-news
MY GARDEN STORY
Here’s a short look back to how I’ve become obsessed with finding spots that bring comfort, joy, inspiration – whatever you call that sense of peace needed in our hectic lives.
The small apartment I had in my first job was really cool. Old warehouse that went the length of the building. Only problem was there were just a few windows and only in the rear of the building. I dreamed of outdoor space flooded with light. I would ride down our prettiest street in Meridian just to take in the fresh smell of grass and take pictures.
When I moved to Memphis I finally got it!!! I had the most fantastic screened in porch that I filled with plants. I made it an oasis for Bridget and me.
Those Memphis azaleas made the space.
Every day we sat out there and listened to rain, crickets, birds, the breeze and stalked the walkers/bikers/runners going down our street. We also had a huge yard that my landlord gave me freedom to dig up and fill with color.
Mom and I made great use of the rocking chairs and windows.
Leaving Memphis and that porch broke my heart. I promised to find another one.
Next apartment was a brand new contemporary high-end skyscraper type of apartment building in downtown Minneapolis. It was hot, but it didn’t scream zen or nature. We made it work. We had a very narrow porch on the 11th floor and I did my best to make it feel straight out of Cottage Living.
We’d sit out and try to relax, but between the fear of falling off the balcony and the squealing from the light rail train below us, it just wasn’t going to work. Clearly that type of cold contemporary living was just meant as a short experience for Matt and me. We searched far and wide for a new home in the Twin Cities. Ironically, we found our current home while in the neighborhood for their annual garden tour – perfect. We saw our house with a rental sign and we were touring it the next day. My plants seemed to perk up just hearing we were moving to the semi-suburbs.
This house in St Paul has old bones that we love, but also has a huge outdoor patio spot with lots of privacy. I think of it as my secret garden. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not perfect. It’s basically a big porch on top of a garage, so there’s some industrial elements, but I’m so happy I don’t even see the bars and concrete. So, you see what I meant earlier, this isn’t about fancy or perfection, it’s about sharing what makes you happy and inspired!
#mymatt loves it too
It was mom approved in May. Hopefully she’s back later in the summer.
Along with the plants I’ve brought to the patio, the property is just so naturally lush. We are surrounded by lilacs and other greening bushes. Next step this summer is getting a little fire pit and maybe an umbrella for those really sunny days, pray we have many!
So as you can see I’m loving spring and plan to enjoy summer and fall. By the way, full credit of this love of mine goes to my mother, so expect her garden and nature pics to make it into the album all the time! (not sure she will be able to figure out the hashtag deal, though)
Our weather has been just brilliant these last few days.
Minnesota in the spring can be back and forth and the last two days have been on the lovely side. We’re talking plush green grass, soft breezes and abundant lilacs from white, purple to pink.
I’ve kept this lovely song on repeat.
Months ago, when I first heard Courtney Barnett’s “Pedestrian At Best” I wondered how in the world I had missed this in the 90’s. Then I heard it way too many times for it not to be a cool new thing. This single was blunt and fascinating. The rest of the album is full of surprises like the beautifully unexpected Depreston, that I can’t get enough of on these summer days, and the spunky An Illustration of Loneliness with its great grungy guitar. By now I think most know her sound. Think she performed last weekend at Pitchfork Fest. I wouldn’t know, I never get to go because it’s always during our July news ratings period. No complaints, I’d much rather be employed. #ilovemyjob #minnesotasummer
Thank goodness for the Twin Cities Current Radio. If not for them I would still be listening to my favorite songs from 2006 and 2011. Those have been my favorite music years since the 90’s and I go back to them every time Taylor Swift comes on the radio, which means every 10 minutes.
(PS if you have amazon prime, the mp3 album is free for you! )
What a funny moment you created this afternoon.
“Popular” came on the radio. It’s one of those first couple of seconds that hits you immediately. Next thing I knew I was on my bike, cruising down Northwood Drive in Long Beach: my walkman blaring.
What I really did, though, was hit the scan button in my car. The horror!!!!
Matt freaked out. He was yelling. What had I done? It was gone forever!!
You see, I thought it was already on scan so I pressed the scan button again to stop it, but it wasn’t on scan. For about 10 seconds we lost the middle school angst anthem! Calm resumed once we found it.
Maybe we should just go ahead and buy it off i-tunes.
It’s the Friday after a full week of work following an amazing seven work day vacation.
Just by reading that, can’t you feel it? I know you can. It hurts. A little physical, but mostly mentally. Actually, I’ll go so far as to say emotionally. I love traveling. I’m better at nothing more.
As blessed as we all are who have jobs, especially ones we love – as I very much do, it is still hard to return to a day of constant concentration and routine when you’ve enjoyed the opposite. In fact, for me I first spent six days in San Fran and Wine Country for my bachelorette weekend. (I’m drinking a glass of the red I stashed in my bag right now) After that Matt and I flew down and celebrated our engagement with our friends and family in Griffin, Georgia. A fantastic party. What a dream week.
(Just look at my handsome fiance. I’m posting more about the party soon)
Monday instead of heading to a perfectly manicured eco-vinyard in lovely Sonoma I was on the train to work. It’s not the idea of work that was painful. I think it’s the lack of immediate inspiration. When you travel everything is new, different and thought provoking. Plus, in tourist destinations everything is perfectly attended to that one is constantly absorbing beauty.
Trying to put a positive twist on my attitude I tried to use my vacation glasses during my normal day. Within minutes I saw these flowers on my less than exotic walk to my corner gas station by the station for my tall-boy diet coke. The yellow and purple/pink flowers had taken over what could have been an ugly concrete expanse. I smiled. It had worked. The mind is a powerful tool.
Matt is marking his last few months as a single man with his friends in the North Carolina mountains. His favorite place. One of mine as well. I’m alone this weekend in the Twin Cities. Just saw My Morning Jacket is playing here tomorrow night. Ironic. I’ve had Steam Engine on the mind for the last month. Around 1:03 the guitar takes me come close to tears each time. I like to think if I was able to make music, I would want it to have the same haunting mix of beauty and energy. It’s something special.
I can’t believe that song came out in 2003. As good as the first time I heard it. Real music. His voice. I’ll be there. With the college kids. Invisible. Just how I like it.
Listening to it always reminds me of the last time I saw them. In Memphis. At Memphis in May. It was hot as hell right there on my favorite river. Had no idea I was standing next to people who would eventually not be strangers. What makes life fun.
First of all singer Katie Crutchfield is from Alabama. The name Waxahatchee is a tribute to her home state. (my state of birth) It’s apparently a river or lake there.
The song “Air” with her vocals and the constant drum beat pull out an emotion few songs have since the 90’s.
The delivery of the lines below is perfect.
“You were patiently giving me every answer as I roamed free”
“You were patiently giving me everything that I will ever need”
This morning I’ve been moving incredibly slow. My alarm went off no less than 11 times. It started to get on my nerves which is the only reason I finally got out of bed. I’m working the night shift tonight, so I’m really in no hurry.
Still in a nice fog, I started singing in the shower. Nothing loud. Maybe not even out loud. When I realized what I was singing, I couldn’t believe it. Where did it come from? How did it get in my head? Had I been dreaming about 1995, when I was 12. Regardless, it was good. It was good in 1995. It’s good today. I immediately told Matt because he’s one of the only people who seems to be transported back in time by these mid 90’s songs like I am. Then I turned it on. The joy of the passing of 20 years is that Amazon Prime has it free now for Prime Users. Wow – talk about freaky time warp, considering I would have listened to this song over and over back then by recording it off the radio on a tape. Remember the rush to hit record after you had been waiting hours for it to play? That’s the first way I could listen to The Cure’s Mint Car. I recorded it off the radio, 97.9 WCPR to be exact, but because I hit record a second too early I caught the DJ give Mint Car a dramatic introduction. Now I listen to the song and in my head say Mint Car the same way he did that day. It happens every time. It’s beautiful.
Back to the shower. I was in a mild funk when I woke up. For no reason other than the fact that I never like waking up. I think my sleep is deeper than for others. It has to be. I never want to leave it. The song has turned me around 100 percent. I’m still in a slight haze, but it’s a good place in my mind. It’s full of creative angst.
Disclosure: I never listen to the words just the jazzy/electro mix. They might be considered “not for a younger audience”, though no one was too concerned when I was turning it up at 12. Still, I do not endorse the words/message. I’m usually the first to cry out against songs with violent undertones, but this has more of a historical context as in the listening habits of children from the 90’s.
It’s hardly the most romantic sound, but it’s loud and raw yet still amazingly calming. I’ll be anchoring weekends for a while. It’s a very different schedule. I’ve anchored early mornings and weekends, but this is a weekend split shift. Meaning – work friday – then both AM & PM newscasts on saturday and the early news on Sunday. So, there’s very little sleep over the weekend. I’m the first to say. I NEED sleep. Without it I wake up with crazy red dragon eyes. It all hinges on the drive to work in the morning darkness. Soothing tunes don’t help – loud does, and with it being Valentines Day weekend – My Bloody Valentine was appropriate.
Since I started my new job two weeks ago, I’ve really been craving quiet during my down time, so I haven’t listened to much music. In fact, Minneapolis gets tons of bands coming through the city, but I just haven’t explored that scene yet.
Though, when I found out Fleetwood Mac was kicking of the band’s tour here in the Twin Cities, I did everything I could to get tickets.
This wasn’t just any tour. This was the first time in 16 years Christine McVie was back on the stage with the others. When Matt and I saw them last time in Little Rock they were fantastic, but it was sad not hearing several of my favorites: Over my Head, You make loving fun, Little Lies, Everywhere, Songbird….
Hearing her sing them live for the first time brought tears to my eyes. Music always is the best way to get your mind off worries and anxiety.
I’m sure she tells the story every time she sings. It’s a beautiful one. Singing Fado with her late father when she was just five years old. In Portugal we happened into a late night Fado dinner. We’d been told we needed to hear Fado while we were in the country, but I thought it would be too touristy. Maybe it was, but the songs were just beautiful.
It’s a type of traditional Portugease music that is moving. The performers sing in rich tones words that speak of loss, sadness, culture and family. It’s sad music.
I even bought a CD. That says something, though we were too happy to listen to it during the rest of the trip.
A little listen….
Action News 5’s Traffic Tracker Janeen Gordon the other morning told me if she hears Sade one more time she might lose her mind.
I just stared at her. What was she talking about. How cold someone say that? Do I need to stick up for Sade? Has she only heard Smooth Operator? She must know there is so much more.
Then she reminded me that she plays it over and over during her job as a dj at a radio station that mostly plays smooth love songs. If you heard her voice you’d know why she’s perfect for this gig.
Anyhow, this is on my mind because I went on a quick trip yesterday. Landed back in Memphis around 8 pm. As soon as I stepped outside I was knocked out by the humidity and strong fragrance of gardenia. It’s almost summer in the south and that means it’s time to listen to Sade on my porch. No better time of the year. I’ve written several blogs about why I love Sade – about what her music reminds me of ( no it’s nothing naughty ) – so this post will just be to announce – it’s time.