h o m e .
same song, different day
...the song that influenced the title.
to say a song has changed your life is to make a declaration of a heartfelt union of music and soul. some songs are catchy, some songs are memorable, and others have the spark to start a revolution. this song has been a my personal catalyst for new connections and relationships. it has turned strangers into friends, friends into family, and brought those i consider family even closer through the song's sound and lyrics. home has influenced my pursuit, goals, and has been a bookend to each of my adventures. it chimes with the rhythm of my heart and there are few things more satisfying than sharing it with others. the song was introduced to me by a friend, on the day i turned 25.
i was traveling the west coast and experiencing san francisco for the first time. i saw the bridge, watched the giants, enjoyed an irish coffee, and stayed in the haight. it was my birthday and the friend i was staying with wanted to make it special, so she invited a couple of people over for the celebration. the faces that filled the room were unique for my birthday... no family, no friends from home, just an assortment of people linked to me through my hostess. a few beers and hamburgers later, i realized that even though i recognized only a few faces at the party, i was completely satisfied with how my day developed. it was apparent that home, as i know it, is ever changing and entirely up to me.
for that night, s.f. was home.
at the party, someone asked what i wanted to see before i left san francisco. i explained that it was less what i wanted to see and more what i wanted to experience. i hoped to continue to explore the city, befriend strangers, and enjoy some time in various coffee shops. my time was dwindling in s.f. as i began making plans to be in portland by the end of the week. a friend realized i was going to be around for another couple of days and towed me to a laptop in the kitchen. he shared a youtube video of a band of 10 ruffians performing a song entitled home on the late show with david letterman. i watched the video and was in awe of their energy. the band was large and their performance was unlike anything i've ever seen. coincidentally, the band was scheduled to play a san fran show on the night before i planned to head north.
the day came and i was still interested in attending the concert, but my hostess was battling swine-flu-like symptoms, so i hesitated leaving her for the night. in an effort to remain healthy, i chose to meet up with friends and check out the show. i had no ticket, no expectations, and my iphone held the only directions to the venue.
i arrived and met up with my friends at a bar filled with people. the venue was across the street and everyone was drinking cheap taps of fat tire before the openers hit the stage. the venue doors had just opened and the crowd was filing in. my concern began to peak, since i heard that the show was sold out. the mid-week performance didn't seem ripe for scalpers, but i started my quest to find a ticket anyways.
we walked up and down the entrance of the venue when my friend noticed a member of a local san fran band standing outside of the show. he said hello and praised the artist for the success of the band. the conversation was brief, but both parties involved seemed happy to have shared the moment. the search for a ticket was looking dismal and it was time for me to bid farewell to my ticket holding companions.
they entered the concert as i took out a 20 and began to fold it into my palm with the intention of presenting it to the bouncer and gaining access to the sold out show. as i muscled up the courage, i was interrupted by the local musician that we met moments ealier. he asked if i was still looking to get into the show? i responded with an unenthusiastic, "yeah." he reached into his pocket and presented me with a ticket. it was the ticket that would resurrect my love for music.
the ticket read edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros. i walked into the show, reunited with my friends, and experienced an incredible live performance. the energy was real, the band's presence was impactful, and the music was filled with exploration, struggle, and love.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
home.edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros
the power of whistling paired with a lovely, but raspy duet provides the audience with something much greater than a catchy tune. home has a special sound that you can't get out of your head and after six months of listening and sharing it with others, I still enjoy every bit of it. my life's soundtrack holds home and the up from below album in high regard as my infinite playlist continues to grow.
home is the same song, different day.
...the song that influenced the title.
to say a song has changed your life is to make a declaration of a heartfelt union of music and soul. some songs are catchy, some songs are memorable, and others have the spark to start a revolution. this song has been a my personal catalyst for new connections and relationships. it has turned strangers into friends, friends into family, and brought those i consider family even closer through the song's sound and lyrics. home has influenced my pursuit, goals, and has been a bookend to each of my adventures. it chimes with the rhythm of my heart and there are few things more satisfying than sharing it with others. the song was introduced to me by a friend, on the day i turned 25.
i was traveling the west coast and experiencing san francisco for the first time. i saw the bridge, watched the giants, enjoyed an irish coffee, and stayed in the haight. it was my birthday and the friend i was staying with wanted to make it special, so she invited a couple of people over for the celebration. the faces that filled the room were unique for my birthday... no family, no friends from home, just an assortment of people linked to me through my hostess. a few beers and hamburgers later, i realized that even though i recognized only a few faces at the party, i was completely satisfied with how my day developed. it was apparent that home, as i know it, is ever changing and entirely up to me.
for that night, s.f. was home.
at the party, someone asked what i wanted to see before i left san francisco. i explained that it was less what i wanted to see and more what i wanted to experience. i hoped to continue to explore the city, befriend strangers, and enjoy some time in various coffee shops. my time was dwindling in s.f. as i began making plans to be in portland by the end of the week. a friend realized i was going to be around for another couple of days and towed me to a laptop in the kitchen. he shared a youtube video of a band of 10 ruffians performing a song entitled home on the late show with david letterman. i watched the video and was in awe of their energy. the band was large and their performance was unlike anything i've ever seen. coincidentally, the band was scheduled to play a san fran show on the night before i planned to head north.
the day came and i was still interested in attending the concert, but my hostess was battling swine-flu-like symptoms, so i hesitated leaving her for the night. in an effort to remain healthy, i chose to meet up with friends and check out the show. i had no ticket, no expectations, and my iphone held the only directions to the venue.
i arrived and met up with my friends at a bar filled with people. the venue was across the street and everyone was drinking cheap taps of fat tire before the openers hit the stage. the venue doors had just opened and the crowd was filing in. my concern began to peak, since i heard that the show was sold out. the mid-week performance didn't seem ripe for scalpers, but i started my quest to find a ticket anyways.
we walked up and down the entrance of the venue when my friend noticed a member of a local san fran band standing outside of the show. he said hello and praised the artist for the success of the band. the conversation was brief, but both parties involved seemed happy to have shared the moment. the search for a ticket was looking dismal and it was time for me to bid farewell to my ticket holding companions.
they entered the concert as i took out a 20 and began to fold it into my palm with the intention of presenting it to the bouncer and gaining access to the sold out show. as i muscled up the courage, i was interrupted by the local musician that we met moments ealier. he asked if i was still looking to get into the show? i responded with an unenthusiastic, "yeah." he reached into his pocket and presented me with a ticket. it was the ticket that would resurrect my love for music.
the ticket read edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros. i walked into the show, reunited with my friends, and experienced an incredible live performance. the energy was real, the band's presence was impactful, and the music was filled with exploration, struggle, and love.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
home.edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros
the power of whistling paired with a lovely, but raspy duet provides the audience with something much greater than a catchy tune. home has a special sound that you can't get out of your head and after six months of listening and sharing it with others, I still enjoy every bit of it. my life's soundtrack holds home and the up from below album in high regard as my infinite playlist continues to grow.
home is the same song, different day.
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