Mandolin Orange changed their name to Watchhouse last year. It harkens back to a cabin on the Chesapeake Bay that Andrew Marlin visited with family as a kid. I can’t think of a history that better encapsulate’s the band’s sound.
Broken Bells coming in hot with big time Beatles / Mamas & Papas vibes for the first time since 2019.
Just so damn good.
So grateful for strong female voices like hers that keep coming through the wall to shine a light and shift us in their image. Amen.
Cuz the vibe right here weighs 100 pounds…
Mantra(s) incoming as you get ready for your week.
Because I care about you…
Driving east…windows rolled down…off to some small town. We could be anywhere.
Floating into Tuesday like…
Studying history, I’m constantly amazed how the hubris of humankind brings our species to its knees time and time again. Even if it also makes sense when you think about how often we as individuals muck things up. But people pick themselves out of the dust and drag it, our species, forward: after war, after famine, after depressions recessions and other races we do not win.
I’m not sure sure about this round, though. Ukraine. One/Six Committee. Supreme Court. Inflation. Homelessness. Inevitably, someone in my circle will reference the Fall of Rome in discussions of current events like these. Historians always gotta History and this is our version of someone yelling “Mooooo” in a crowd exiting a concert.
But maybe this is how it felt in 1942 when the world was at war and everything was rationed and nothing made sense. I used to think it was some sort of inherent ability to hope for better that allowed folks to keep calm and carry on, an internal compass that believed things had to improve. But now I think it might just be resignation and an ability to adapt. Today is worse than yesterday but I’m still alive and standing firm on my plot of metaphorical land. And I guess that’s the American way, to defend your property against all odds.