Where Everybody Knows Your Name…and They’re Always Glad You Came

There is a couple in our friend circle that everyone wants to be like: Sean and Kalli. They live in a communal house with a few other roommates. Kalli is an artist, and Sean is in a band. When you arrive, everyone hugs you. When you leave, everyone tells you they love you, just in case you A) didn’t know or B) die on the way home. There are big dogs to jump and kiss you when you walk in the back door, which is always unlocked in case anyone they know needs anything. Kalli’s artwork hangs in the hallway, and Sean has a music room with concert posters and carpet tiles arranged creatively on the walls.

They have turned a potentially awful back yard right beside the interstate into a weekend oasis for friends, drinks, and grilling, complete with twinkle lights, hammocks, and a water feature they made from an old trombone. Sean’s special secret recipe mojitos line the fridge in Sprite bottles, and you are to help yourself to that, as well as the honey mustard chicken he’s been grilling for two hours with his brother-in-law. Kalli will be wearing a piece of jewelry she has made, probably involving an owl and feathers, and telling an incredible story about ghosts in one of their childhood homes, or about Sean’s mom yelling at them through the door about condoms while they had sex in his room in high school.

There is much drinking and smoking, eating and talking, and laughing. Sean’s mom or brother-in-law or sister or some of Kalli’s brothers may be present. There is an iPod on the table playing the product of Sean’s band’s latest recording session of reggae. Someone with a generic name shows up, and you realize you know them, but you didn’t know Sean and Kalli knew them. Then you remember that Sean and Kalli know everyone. And maybe you keep randomly meeting people they know because it’s a sign that you both know good people.You may meet their friends from high school, because the group never really split up, even though they live in various places. Or you may meet someone who can eat a corn cob in 22 seconds, or someone who owns the local independent bookstore slash coffee shop. You will “know” them all, already.

I always say, “They’re good people” about those I really respect, admire, or connect with. But I think it’s just as much about being “real” as it is being “good.” So maybe I should say “They’re real good people.” Sean and Kalli are good people. They would be reliable emergency contacts in the event of a dead battery or your one phone call for bail. But they’re also real people. What you see is what you get. Take it or leave it. (But they love you anyway.)

We all talk about how we would someday like to have the Sean and Kalli house, where there is always something going on, everyone is always welcome, food and drink abound, love and kindness permeate, there is always music and laughter, and you are accepted — no, welcomed —  just as you are. We know they won’t be around forever — once Kalli finishes her program this fall, they may move away. And we want to continue their tradition of real hospitality on our own. I feel so fortunate to know people like this, who make you feel like you do when you listen to your favorite song.

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Good Music: Coldplay

This is hitting home for me right now…

Lost
by Coldplay

Just because I’m losing
Doesn’t mean I’m lost
Doesn’t mean I’ll stop
Doesn’t mean I’m across

Just because I’m hurting
Doesn’t mean I’m hurt
Doesn’t mean I didn’t get what I deserved
No better and no worse

I just got lost
Every river that I tried to cross
Every door I ever tried was locked
Oh and I’m just waiting ’til the shine wears off

You might be a big fish in a little pond
Doesn’t mean you’ve won
‘Cause along may come a bigger one

And you’ll be lost
Every river that you tried to cross
Every gun you ever held went off
Oh and I’m just waiting ’til the firing’s stopped
Oh and I’m just waiting ’til the shine wears off

Oh and I’m just waiting ’til the shine wears off
Oh and I’m just waiting ’til the shine wears off

Good Lyrics: I’m So Tired

I’m So Tired (click to listen)
by The Beatles

I’m so tired, I haven’t slept a wink
I’m so tired, my mind is on the blink
I wonder should I get up and fix myself a drink
No, no, no.

I’m so tired I don’t know what to do
I’m so tired my mind is set on you
I wonder should I call you but I know what you would do

You’d say I’m putting you on
But it’s no joke, it’s doing me harm
You know I can’t sleep, I can’t stop my brain
You know it’s three weeks, I’m going insane
You know I’d give you everything I’ve got
for a little peace of mind

I’m so tired, I’m feeling so upset
Although I’m so tired I’ll have another cigarette
And curse Sir Walter Raleigh
He was such a stupid get.

You’d say I’m putting you on
But it’s no joke, it’s doing me harm
You know I can’t sleep, I can’t stop my brain
You know it’s three weeks, I’m going insane
You know I’d give you everything I’ve got
for a little peace of mind
I’d give you everything I’ve got for a little peace of mind
I’d give you everything I’ve got for a little peace of mind

Good Lyrics: Here Comes the Sun

Possibly my all time favorite song.

Here Comes the Sun (click to listen)
by the Beatles

Here comes the sun
here comes the sun
and I say it’s all right

Little darling
it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling
it feels like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it’s all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it’s all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it’s all right
It’s all right

Good Lyrics: U2

I saw this covered on Glee last night, and I have to say….no. Just no. My first concert, when I was about 11, was U2 and Pixies at the Charlotte Coliseum. It was amazing. My parents took me and the oldest son of their best friends. We had a blast. A drunk guy fell on me. The Zooropa tour was unbelievable. I got to leave school early to get there in time. There were cars hanging from the ceiling and big screen TVs like I had never even imagined existed. The lights, and seeing in person these people I’d been listening to records of for so long — bliss. They did “Pride: In the Name of Love” and I was so excited when they sang, “In memory of Martin Luther King, SING!” And the whole place went crazy. Best first concert experience I could ever imagine. And I mean, how awesome are my parents for taking me? I love them.

One
by U2

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame
You say…

One love
One life
When it’s one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don’t care for it

Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it’s…

Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We’re one, but we’re not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One…
Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it’s all I got
We’re one
But we’re not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can’t be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt
One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we’re not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One…life

One

Good Lyrics: Bold As Love

The day I discovered the Axis: Bold As Love album in my mom’s record collection as a kid was a really important day in my life. I remember sitting on the cold hardwood floor of my room, examining the psychedelic album cover while it spun on my turn table. It was like nothing I’d ever heard before. To this day, Jimi moves me more than most musicians. But I can’t listen to it too often, because it makes me sad that he died so young, when he had such great talent. Incidentally, my mom saw Jimi Hendrix open for the Monkees in Charlotte, North Carolina when she was in high school. I think that’s like the most random thing ever. The Monkees?? Really? She was there to see the Monkees, but when they saw Jimi play, “It was like some alien creature had just landed on the stage. We were mesmerized. By the time the Monkees took the stage, we were all just sort of dumbly staring with our mouths open.” This is my favorite song on that album. And I would like to personally box thatdoucheJohnMayer for attempting to cover it. What. A. Travesty.

Bold As Love (Click to play)
The Jimi Hendrix Experience

Anger
he smiles towering
shiny metallic purple armor

Queen Jealousy, Envy
waits behind him
her fiery green gown sneers
at the grassy ground

Blue are the life giving waters
taken for granted
They quietly understand

Once happy turquoise armies
lay opposite ready
But wonder why the fight is on

But they’re all bold as love
Yeah, they’re all bold as love.
Yeah, they’re all bold as love.
Just ask the Axis.

My red is so confident
he flashes trophies of war
and ribbons of euphoria

Orange is young,
full of daring but very unsteady
for the first go ’round.

My yellow in this case
is not so mellow
In fact I’m trying to say
it’s frightened like me.

And all of these emotions of mine
keep holding me from
giving my life
to a rainbow like you

But I’m bold as love
I’m bold, bold as love.
Just ask the Axis.
He knows everything.

Good Lyrics: Ripple

Friend of mine posted this on Facebook the other day, and it really started my cloudy, overcast Friday right today.

Ripple
by Jerry Garcia & Robert Hunter

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music?
Would you hold it near, as it were your own?

It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they’re better left unsung
I don’t know, don’t really care
Let there be songs to fill the air

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of man

There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow

You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall, you fall alone
If you should stand, then who’s to guide you?
If I knew the way, I would take you home

Good Lyrics: When the Circus Comes

This is one of those songs that I forget how much I love until I hear it again. It’s a sit-in-the-car-and-wait-til-it-ends kind of song. It makes me feel things I don’t particularly want to feel. That’s a good song.

When the Circus Comes (click to play)
by Los Lobos (but also covered excellently by Phish)

Could have had a chance to get out of this mess
The time that you came and the day that you left
Could have had a chance
Could have had a chance

Never thought I could make it this far
With a pain in my soul and a hole in my heart
Never thought I could
Never thought I could

But when the lights are turning round
The wheels are flowing on the ground
The day I burned this whole place down
When the circus comes to town

Carved your name out on that tree
Scratched mine out right in front of me
Didn’t mean that much
Didn’t mean that much

But when the lights are turning round
The wheels are flowing on the ground
The day I burned this whole place down
When the circus comes to town

Good Lyrics: Revolution

Revolution 1
by The Beatles

You say you want a revolution?
Well, you know, we all want to change the world
You tell me that it’s evolution
Well, you know, we all want to change the world

But when you talk about destruction,
Don’t you know that you can count me out?

Don’t you know it’s gonna be all right?
Don’t you know it’s gonna be all right?
Don’t you know it’s gonna be all right?

You say you got a real solution
Well, you know, we’d all love to see the plan
You ask me for a contribution
Well, you know, we’re all doing what we can

But if you want money
for people with minds that hate,
All I can tell is brother you have to wait

Don’t you know it’s gonna be all right?
Don’t you know it’s gonna be all right?
Don’t you know it’s gonna be all right?

You say you’ll change the constitution
Well, you know, we’d all love to change your head
You tell me it’s the institution
Well, you know, you better free you mind instead

But if you go carrying pictures of chairman Mao,
You ain’t going to make it with anyone anyhow

Don’t you know it’s gonna be all right?
Don’t you know it’s gonna be all right?
Don’t you know it’s gonna be all right?

MamaSox Rox My Sox!

Girl, you don’t need to “put your guitar down.” It’s all about you and your guitar. Keep being true to yourself. Your voice is powerful enough, and you have enough emotion, that you can’t lose. I feel like you have still not unleashed yourself. Like they said, “People love you — take it in!” GO MAMASOX! We love you! You are a superstar and you’ve earned the right to enjoy the accolades. When they talk about how you act like you think you’ve got it in the bag, they’re wrong because you’re humble even though you are the best hands down. YOU ROCK! GO, GO, GO!!!!!

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