Sigh.
Excellent show, with a “Jenny Don’t Be Hasty” encore that will keep me smiling for days. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, welcome to enlightenment:
I’m about to head up to Vermont – I play Langdon Street Cafe in Montpelier at 8PM. KC Clifford plays at 7PM. There’s good food and drink to be fooded and drinked.
If you can’t make it tonight, you can still HELP ME MAKE MY NEW ALBUM! Lots of cool prizes! Everybody wins!
See you soon.
L
Sigh.
Excellent show, with a “Jenny Don’t Be Hasty” encore that will keep me smiling for days. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, welcome to enlightenment:
I’m about to head up to Vermont – I play Langdon Street Cafe in Montpelier at 8PM. KC Clifford plays at 7PM. There’s good food and drink to be fooded and drinked.
If you can’t make it tonight, you can still HELP ME MAKE MY NEW ALBUM! Lots of cool prizes! Everybody wins!
See you soon.
L
For the past couple of weeks I’ve been sleeping with a bit of moonstone under my pillow. I’ve been having really vivid, prophetic dreams.
A few nights ago the moonstone rolled out, and when I found it in the morning this little guy was stuck to it. I’ve left him and the stone by the bed, and I keep thinking about him…
I feel bad for the fellow. Though maybe he went out in a good dream. I hope so. That’s the way I want to go. When I’m 167 years old or something. Maybe he chose this place of rest. Or maybe the moonstone landed on him and killed him! Oh, no! I have been having some violent dreams lately… but that’s very unlikely.
It almost looks like he hatched out of it. It’s quite beautiful.
I haven’t received any sort of meaning from this yet. But I am thinking about a name.
Speaking of dreams and moons and summer evenings, I invite you to a free download of “Night Drive,” one of my most popular songs. Simply follow the link and click “Download Track.” Here are the lyrics:
Night Drive
The moon rises like a ripe peach
I’d like to taste it, but it’s out of my reach
I shoot for the stars, but I mean no harm
I just want to be where they are
The air is heavy like a sigh
And it grows stronger the faster I drive
I stick my hand out and try to catch it
But like anything else, it just passes
And the beauty of the evening makes me think of you
‘Cause summer evenings make the winter worth living through
I can’t help wondering where you are
So many nights I have wished on these stars
Connected them like lines between dots
I have sketched out your face with my thoughts
And the beauty of the evening makes me think of you
‘Cause summer evenings make the winter worth living through
I trust that the universe takes care of me
But sometimes my trust is just so hard to believe
I don’t want to be where I’m leaving
I don’t want to be where I am going, either
Right now I just feel kind of open…
Soaking up the present moment
I trust that the universe takes care of me
But sometimes my trust is just so hard to believe
The moon rises like a ripe peach
I’d like to taste it, but it’s out of my reach
I shoot for the stars – I mean no harm
I just want to be where they are
I just want to be where they are
I just want to be where you are
© Laura Katherine Meyer, August 2006
Aw. That’s for my little buddy… I keep wanting to call him Fred. Not very original, but who says it has to be? Fred the Mosquito.
Have a good night!
For the past couple of weeks I’ve been sleeping with a bit of moonstone under my pillow. I’ve been having really vivid, prophetic dreams.
A few nights ago the moonstone rolled out, and when I found it in the morning this little guy was stuck to it. I’ve left him and the stone by the bed, and I keep thinking about him…
I feel bad for the fellow. Though maybe he went out in a good dream. I hope so. That’s the way I want to go. When I’m 167 years old or something. Maybe he chose this place of rest. Or maybe the moonstone landed on him and killed him! Oh, no! I have been having some violent dreams lately… but that’s very unlikely.
It almost looks like he hatched out of it. It’s quite beautiful.
I haven’t received any sort of meaning from this yet. But I am thinking about a name.
Speaking of dreams and moons and summer evenings, I invite you to a free download of “Night Drive,” one of my most popular songs. Simply follow the link and click “Download Track.” Here are the lyrics:
Night Drive
The moon rises like a ripe peach
I’d like to taste it, but it’s out of my reach
I shoot for the stars, but I mean no harm
I just want to be where they are
The air is heavy like a sigh
And it grows stronger the faster I drive
I stick my hand out and try to catch it
But like anything else, it just passes
And the beauty of the evening makes me think of you
‘Cause summer evenings make the winter worth living through
I can’t help wondering where you are
So many nights I have wished on these stars
Connected them like lines between dots
I have sketched out your face with my thoughts
And the beauty of the evening makes me think of you
‘Cause summer evenings make the winter worth living through
I trust that the universe takes care of me
But sometimes my trust is just so hard to believe
I don’t want to be where I’m leaving
I don’t want to be where I am going, either
Right now I just feel kind of open…
Soaking up the present moment
I trust that the universe takes care of me
But sometimes my trust is just so hard to believe
The moon rises like a ripe peach
I’d like to taste it, but it’s out of my reach
I shoot for the stars – I mean no harm
I just want to be where they are
I just want to be where they are
I just want to be where you are
© Laura Katherine Meyer, August 2006
Aw. That’s for my little buddy… I keep wanting to call him Fred. Not very original, but who says it has to be? Fred the Mosquito.
Have a good night!
Hope you all had a nice holiday weekend! We’ve had some gorgeous sunny days and traffic-stopping sunsets – I had to pull over to snap the above picture last night – very patriotic color scheme, wouldn’t you say?
On Saturday Jenny Lewis and Conor Oberst played a free show at Battery Park as part of the River to River Festival. It was like Telluride all over again except I rode a subway instead of a gondola and we were surrounded by skyscrapers and hipsters instead of mountains and hippies.
One thing that remained constant was the music. Jenny Lewis and her band were at 100% from the first notes of “See Fernando,” radiating much joy and high energy, and I think I enjoyed this 4th of July show even more than Telluride’s. The band was incredibly tight and captivated us with their seamless flow of songs. And cut-off shorts – those were a hit with the boys.
It was also great to see Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band again, especially because this time I was familiar with their songs. I picked up Outer South upon returning from the festival and I probably listened to it twenty times in the first two days.
When it comes to Conor’s writing, I was late coming to the Kool-Aid. I tried to get into a couple of Bright Eyes albums over the years, but nothing ever opened up for me. I found myself overwhelmed by him in the way I’m overwhelmed by Ani DiFranco – when someone is that prolific I have a hard time finding a point of entry. I hear one song and I think “genius” but after another I begin to shut down. I don’t know if I’m daunted by the lyrical density or perhaps intimidated as a songwriter… I also tend to cling to Dylan and Mitchell when I’m in the mood for words.
However now that I’ve tasted the Kool-Aid, I can’t get enough. (Is Kool-Aid vegan? I think I heard he’s friends with PETA, so Conor Kool-Aid is probably okay). I kind of hate the guy as a songwriter. I mean, “You, my sweet, the Bodhi Tree I sit beneath”?! That’s what one of my songwriter friends calls a “fuck you” line, a line so perfect you just want to shout “fuck you” at the person singing it. Well, that’s how we songwriters feel, anyway. And yet I can’t help but love the guy as a songwriter. I mean, “You, my sweet, the Bodhi Tree I sit beneath”?! I don’t think I’ll ever get over that one…
After the show I headed back to Connecticut, where I’m working on a new album the next couple months before I leave for tour. Inspiration levels were running very high that night and we had a great band rehearsal that ended with fireworks. Tomorrow night we play our first show at Googie’s @ the Living Room, 154 Ludlow Street in NYC. The show is free, 21+, and it starts at 8:30 sharp! With Becca de Beauport at 7:30 and Ben Ruttenburg at 9:30. See you soon!
Hope you all had a nice holiday weekend! We’ve had some gorgeous sunny days and traffic-stopping sunsets – I had to pull over to snap the above picture last night – very patriotic color scheme, wouldn’t you say?
On Saturday Jenny Lewis and Conor Oberst played a free show at Battery Park as part of the River to River Festival. It was like Telluride all over again except I rode a subway instead of a gondola and we were surrounded by skyscrapers and hipsters instead of mountains and hippies.
One thing that remained constant was the music. Jenny Lewis and her band were at 100% from the first notes of “See Fernando,” radiating much joy and high energy, and I think I enjoyed this 4th of July show even more than Telluride’s. The band was incredibly tight and captivated us with their seamless flow of songs. And cut-off shorts – those were a hit with the boys.
It was also great to see Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band again, especially because this time I was familiar with their songs. I picked up Outer South upon returning from the festival and I probably listened to it twenty times in the first two days.
When it comes to Conor’s writing, I was late coming to the Kool-Aid. I tried to get into a couple of Bright Eyes albums over the years, but nothing ever opened up for me. I found myself overwhelmed by him in the way I’m overwhelmed by Ani DiFranco – when someone is that prolific I have a hard time finding a point of entry. I hear one song and I think “genius” but after another I begin to shut down. I don’t know if I’m daunted by the lyrical density or perhaps intimidated as a songwriter… I also tend to cling to Dylan and Mitchell when I’m in the mood for words.
However now that I’ve tasted the Kool-Aid, I can’t get enough. (Is Kool-Aid vegan? I think I heard he’s friends with PETA, so Conor Kool-Aid is probably okay). I kind of hate the guy as a songwriter. I mean, “You, my sweet, the Bodhi Tree I sit beneath”?! That’s what one of my songwriter friends calls a “fuck you” line, a line so perfect you just want to shout “fuck you” at the person singing it. Well, that’s how we songwriters feel, anyway. And yet I can’t help but love the guy as a songwriter. I mean, “You, my sweet, the Bodhi Tree I sit beneath”?! I don’t think I’ll ever get over that one…
After the show I headed back to Connecticut, where I’m working on a new album the next couple months before I leave for tour. Inspiration levels were running very high that night and we had a great band rehearsal that ended with fireworks. Tomorrow night we play our first show at Googie’s @ the Living Room, 154 Ludlow Street in NYC. The show is free, 21+, and it starts at 8:30 sharp! With Becca de Beauport at 7:30 and Ben Ruttenburg at 9:30. See you soon!
They’re back.
I won’t write much about seeing Phish for the first time in five years. I’m still processing a lot of sensations… such as the possibly permanent muscle damage. I will say that the past nine years have been an emotional roller coaster that culminated in what might’ve been the happiest three hours of my life at Tuesday night’s show.
We were excited and nervous and anxious and disbelieving as we drove to Jones Beach – a trip that took three hours. When we left sunny Brooklyn we were without stereo, so we provided our own musical accompaniment as we went through all the songs we wanted to hear. Sunday’s show at Fenway Park had an incredible setlist, so Stash, YEM, Bowie, DWD, Chalkdust, and Tweezer were out. I picked Mike’s Song, Loving Cup, and Harry Hood for my wishlist.
We finally broke through the traffic and arrived at the venue under a very dark sky.
We got soaked.
But we were seeing Phish.
Sure enough, after our dedication had been tested and our clothes were reasonably dry the sky began to clear and we ventured to Shakedown.
We wandered through the crowd, looking for familiar faces and fuel for the night, at which point I heard “… and a PICKLE, baby!”
Yes, it’s pretty cool when you can get your dinner in a parking lot in New York from a guy who last made your dinner six years ago in a parking lot in Miami on New Years’ Eve. I was more than a little excited for my falafel. It all became very real.
As soon as the doors opened we went in and enjoyed the moment we’ve been looking forward to for so long.
We were given multiple, traveling rainbows, like a covenant from god:
“I will not take Phish away from you ever again.”
And as for the show… I’m not going to attempt to put in into words. I spent three hours in hysterics, laughing and flailing limbs and smiling and screaming, my body expressing a joy that I could never rationally express. It was such a tremendous cathartic release. My spirit is restored. I feel whole again.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then one note pulled out from under Trey’s pinky is worth at least a thousand pictures. To hear some of the greatest music ever played you can download Tuesday night’s show here. And to everyone hooking up with the summer tour… haha… WOW.
Mike’s Song, Loving Cup, and Harry Hood… they must’ve heard me 
They’re back.
I won’t write much about seeing Phish for the first time in five years. I’m still processing a lot of sensations… such as the possibly permanent muscle damage. I will say that the past nine years have been an emotional roller coaster that culminated in what might’ve been the happiest three hours of my life at Tuesday night’s show.
We were excited and nervous and anxious and disbelieving as we drove to Jones Beach – a trip that took three hours. When we left sunny Brooklyn we were without stereo, so we provided our own musical accompaniment as we went through all the songs we wanted to hear. Sunday’s show at Fenway Park had an incredible setlist, so Stash, YEM, Bowie, DWD, Chalkdust, and Tweezer were out. I picked Mike’s Song, Loving Cup, and Harry Hood for my wishlist.
We finally broke through the traffic and arrived at the venue under a very dark sky.
We got soaked.
But we were seeing Phish.
Sure enough, after our dedication had been tested and our clothes were reasonably dry the sky began to clear and we ventured to Shakedown.
We wandered through the crowd, looking for familiar faces and fuel for the night, at which point I heard “… and a PICKLE, baby!”
Yes, it’s pretty cool when you can get your dinner in a parking lot in New York from a guy who last made your dinner six years ago in a parking lot in Miami on New Years’ Eve. I was more than a little excited for my falafel. It all became very real.
As soon as the doors opened we went in and enjoyed the moment we’ve been looking forward to for so long.
We were given multiple, traveling rainbows, like a covenant from god:
“I will not take Phish away from you ever again.”
And as for the show… I’m not going to attempt to put in into words. I spent three hours in hysterics, laughing and flailing limbs and smiling and screaming, my body expressing a joy that I could never rationally express. It was such a tremendous cathartic release. My spirit is restored. I feel whole again.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then one note pulled out from under Trey’s pinky is worth at least a thousand pictures. To hear some of the greatest music ever played you can download Tuesday night’s show here. And to everyone hooking up with the summer tour… haha… WOW.
Mike’s Song, Loving Cup, and Harry Hood… they must’ve heard me
If I could wake up tomorrow and be in any band I would want to be in Vetiver. Tonight’s show at the Bowery Ballroom was the most satisfying musical experience I’ve had in a long, long time. At one point the band remarked how quiet the audience was between applause, and indeed, the room was filled with very good listeners. We were transfixed. We were also learning by example – what really stood out for me was how well the band members listened to each other. The guitars weren’t drowning the rich vocal harmonies or other contributing textures. The music was lush and full, yet there was plenty of space and breath, even when building jams. Everyone seemed very relaxed and present, a presence that rippled over the audience within the first moments of “Rolling Sea,” the set opener and a favorite of mine. In fact the entire new album is filled with refreshing songs that make TIght Knit my favorite album of 2009. And tonight’s show blew the album out of the water. As a guitarist I was and still am in awe of Andy Cabic and Sanders Trippe’s playing. Words do not suffice, so I’ll let the music speak for itself. If I had the money I would buy you each a copy, but for now here’s the link to iTunes.
Now I need to go to bed – here’s to hoping I’m in Vetiver when I wake up!
P.S. Brooklyn’s The Antlers and San Francisco’s Papercuts supported.
The Antlers did a great job and they will tour with Au Revoir Simone in a few weeks.
Papercuts hooked me with the first note. They are on tour with Vetiver and both will be back in NYC on Thursday to play Brooklyn’s Bell House. If I were you I’d go. I am me and I’m going.
Have a great week! Did you know Prefuse 73 is performing at the MoMA tomorrow night?! Another one of my favorite live shows – hope to see you there!
If I could wake up tomorrow and be in any band I would want to be in Vetiver. Tonight’s show at the Bowery Ballroom was the most satisfying musical experience I’ve had in a long, long time. At one point the band remarked how quiet the audience was between applause, and indeed, the room was filled with very good listeners. We were transfixed. We were also learning by example – what really stood out for me was how well the band members listened to each other. The guitars weren’t drowning the rich vocal harmonies or other contributing textures. The music was lush and full, yet there was plenty of space and breath, even when building jams. Everyone seemed very relaxed and present, a presence that rippled over the audience within the first moments of “Rolling Sea,” the set opener and a favorite of mine. In fact the entire new album is filled with refreshing songs that make TIght Knit my favorite album of 2009. And tonight’s show blew the album out of the water. As a guitarist I was and still am in awe of Andy Cabic and Sanders Trippe’s playing. Words do not suffice, so I’ll let the music speak for itself. If I had the money I would buy you each a copy, but for now here’s the link to iTunes.
Now I need to go to bed – here’s to hoping I’m in Vetiver when I wake up!
P.S. Brooklyn’s The Antlers and San Francisco’s Papercuts supported.
The Antlers did a great job and they will tour with Au Revoir Simone in a few weeks.
Papercuts hooked me with the first note. They are on tour with Vetiver and both will be back in NYC on Thursday to play Brooklyn’s Bell House. If I were you I’d go. I am me and I’m going.
Have a great week! Did you know Prefuse 73 is performing at the MoMA tomorrow night?! Another one of my favorite live shows – hope to see you there!
"Beams of adeptly and uniquely finger-picked guitar support walls of elegant, earthy vocals and through tall, open windows come remarkably
poetic and relatable lyrics. These songs are country roads, rich with story and movement. "
-Dan D’Ippolito, Jezebel Music
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