**HELP** Last week we introduced you to Field Division, an amazing folkwave band out of Nashville. Days later, on their FIRST stop of their FIRST tour their van was broken into while playing in St. Louis - EVERYTHING was stolen.
We’ve set up a crowdfunding campaign to help them get back on their feet - please help out HERE:
It struck me that sometimes an egg is not egg. Sometimes an egg is a story. Sometimes it’s a shared secret, or a sweet relief, or a treasured memory or learned lesson. Meemaw carried so many fragile eggs with her throughout her life, keeping them safe until she could hand them over to people she loved. Sometimes the eggs contained kindness, or generosity. Sometimes they were lessons in patience. Sometimes they were lessons on the importance of family. Sometimes they were late-night milkshakes, or handmade quilts, or staying up through the night to rock you to sleep when you had a fever.
Q:I feel so useless sitting here. What can I do to help Ferguson??
national moment of silence 2014 (for victims of police brutality)
share the following:
Ferguson Police Department
Email (taken off the site)
222 S. Florissant Road
Ferguson, MO 63135
***SIGNAL BOOST!!!!WAYS TO CONTRIBUTE***
I’m not gonna lie, this is my favorite playlist so far this year. It’s filled with badass women - and a few men, but mostly women - all making amazing music.
We’ll start with some lady-fueled vocals. Bird and Sylvan Esso are marked by leading ladies with striking voices. Both get you…
Better late than never!
Ah! I have been remiss in reporting my playlists. Here’s a quick wrap-up of one made a few weeks back…or so.
Terrain by Y’alls is a lovely start to this mix. Mellow but interesting. From Gold by Novo Amor hearkens back to Asgeir of Icelandic origin, a light tenor over more soothing…
Just queued up a new one of these. Stay tuned…
I like using this as an analogy for the same kinds of loops that operate in our brains, like when a song gets stuck in your head. The more insidious loops are the voices of doubt, anger, and self-loathing that infect our minds. Often they are the internalized voices of our parents, peers, the media, or just random people on the Internet. Other times, they pose as our own voice, possibly one that has been there for as long as we can remember. Either way, these loops are often parasitic and limiting. Anytime we take a risk or move in a new direction, they are there to doubt and criticize us. Anytime we seek to escape dogma, they are there to ridicule and condemn us.
In the past, we did see real identity as the key to ensuring a more civil comments space. It makes perfect sense in theory – after all, who would say such awful, hateful things in public with their names and job titles attached?
Turns out the answer is: An enormous amount of people would say awful and hateful things with their names attached.
You need to know that the technical problems of creating a product are nothing compared to the customer service for it.