Reading: The Priest's Graveyard by Ted Dekker (yep... still on it)
Watching: Old movies of the '60's
Currently obsessed with: The Civil Wars (that's, in part, thanks to you, my blogging friends :)
The Civil Wars. The Civil Wars. Obsession? Yup. As in watch every Youtube video on their channel plus subscribing to there newsletter and downloading their free album "Live from Eddie's Attic". Yea. I'm trying to remember why I even looked into them. I'd watched their music video for "Barton Hollow" on someone's blog and it didn't really peak my interest, but I decided for some strange reason to get a new perspective through a different song.
Best decision of my life.
I believe it was "My Father's Father" I watched. Somewhere. Maybe on Youtube. Maybe it was on another blog. But I said "What the hay" and tried again. Wow. I had totally missed something the first time.
When I fall in love with a song, it almost immediately gets stuck in my head and I go around singing it for the next week. Even with songs I don't like, I have this odd impulse to always sing whenever I hear music (not so cool when you start going all out in the grocery store to music on the loudspeaker).
But when Joy and John Paul started singing, I froze. I just sat there, completely captivated. I didn't want to sing. I felt like it'd be some sort of violation of the sacred laws of music or something. Instead I just listened. And watched. It was like listening to a sort of romance, but not the general "I love you, you love me" type. No, this was different. The lyrics, the sounds, they danced around each other, shyly glancing at each other. But there wasn't any intention of a permanent relationship. It was almost sad. The two vocalists were almost in love, but not because they loved each other. It's because they love the music. It pours from their souls and blends together as one song.
But that's just me. And I have a hard time communicating what I really feel, so I suppose you won't ever know how I feel about them unless you have the same experience.
Oh, and The Civil Wars reminds me, weirdly enough, of a Folk version of The White Stripes. No idea why.
The unfortunate part of this story of my new-found love is that it resulted in me spending the whole day enraptured with music, and singing to everything I heard - all day.
I had no voice when I woke up this morning. I've been battling a cold (or really just a cough. That's the only symptom I have) for a good week, and that combined with my endless, not-very-good singing for 16 hours of the days brought about my voice loss-age. A friend called me today and her first comment was "...do you have a cold?"
I sounded like a dying horse.
Yup, I'm sick.
Tonight I babysat some kids from my church. Five of 'em.
First interesting thing to happen: one little girl decided to put on the "Puff the Magic Dragon" soundtrack. And the whole time I couldn't get the conversation between Ben Stiller and Robert DeNiro in "Meet the Parents" out of my head.
Second episode:
A: You hurt my feelings.
G: I hurt your feelings?
A: Yes, yes you hurt my feelings.
G: I hurt your feelings?
A: Yes you did. You hurt my feelings.
*awkward silence for about 10 minutes*
Third thing - I bribed a child to let me change his diaper. Something seems a little backwards about that.
Finale, K put his underwear on backwards. I decided not to bother telling him the hole went in the front. He'll figure it out eventually.
Cheers♥
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