Monday, July 11, 2011

do.

an ephemeral evening.
last week, my friend phil (who's basically like a concierge for all things cool in dsm), posted about a listener show at local stationary shop, ephemera. (which, by the way, is the cutest store ever.)


 i'd never heard of this duo, but i watched a few of their videos on youtube and thought it'd be a really unique experience.

and it was.

the evening actually started with a great performance by a local guy, zach harper, who has a great bluesy, southern-rock sound. when i asked him about his music later on, he said he had really just begun to write and play. incredible, considering the depth of his sound and writing.
this is joseph. and zack the musician.
after a brief break, listener began their show.
i'm not sure how they would describe their art, but i think i would call it musical poetry. and, honestly, it was a pretty intense performance. the lyrics are beautifully written and powerfully spoken. the instrumentals complement perfectly.
as you can see, it was a really intimate group. maybe that's what made their performance so intense. several of the songs actually brought tears to my eyes. this was a favorite...

Wooden Heart (sea of mist called skaidan)


We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living
and since that first breath... We’ll need grace that we’ve never given
I've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts
and it's not only when these eyes are closed
these lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,
but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather
and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,
stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
but it won’t won’t, at least I don’t believe it will...
so I've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,
to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts.
don’t let these waves wash away your hopes
this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors
pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors
but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores
so come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember
I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it
but we’re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts
we all have the same holes in our hearts...
everything falls apart at the exact same time
that it all comes together perfectly for the next step
but my fear is this prison... that I keep locked below the main deck
I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden
and my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right
but they’re heavy and I’m awkward...always running out of fight
so I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship
hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks
because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam
lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea
so come on let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember

My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water
I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea
if we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together
and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep
all these machines will rust I promise, but we'll still be electric
shocking each other back to life
Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected
our bones grown together inside
our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided
our spines grown stronger in time
because are church is made out of shipwrecks
from every hull these rocks have claimed
but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change
so come on yall and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember


it was a really cool experience and i'm really glad i went. if you ever come across the opportunity to see listener live, i'd definitely recommend it.

and in case you're wondering...
this is what i wore:

 shirt: banana republic
skirt: j.crew
belt: j.crew
shoes: tj maxx


the end.

12 comments:

  1. true story: Dan Smith (Listener) and I walked together for my brother's wedding years ago. Back then my bro had made me listen to Dan's rap music (old Deepspace 5), and recently I have seen my brother's Listener shirt, but never put it together until your post. Thanks, ba, for helping me realize my connection to greatness. :) Looks like you had an awesome night!

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  2. What a fun artsy night!
    oh and I found this amazing sale on shorts and pants that immediately reminded me of your style http://www.zulily.com/e/freestyle-revolution.html?email=jupie57@hotmail.com&tid=&zsegid=101

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  3. Fun! I want your outfit, please. Especially those shoes (what's the brand?).

    And, my friend Joey was there, I think. I think he's in the plaid shirt right in front of you?!

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  4. I know Listener!!! They are from my part of the world! P.s. you are as cute as ever.

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  5. Joey Leaming? That's what I was just thinking, that's my boyfriends older brother

    Looks fun!

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