I Haven’t Really Posted about Patty Griffin in a While. Oh. Wait.

Since Bill Lakin found me and took the time to comment, the least I could do was check out his site. I scanned all the links and headlines, and it pretty much made me want to be a roadie or a groupie for a living. What fun it would be to follow some of those bands around! So anyway, I came across a link, which read Patty Griffin, and of course I clicked on it, and in mere seconds it brought me to this article.

Patty Griffin? Singing in a church? For a new album? To be released this year? Very exciting.

I get to see her in 24 days. I promise not to be a security risk. I promise not to clamber on stage and try to get Patty to let me sing with her. That would be bad. My singing voice should be nowhere near a microphone or any sort of amplifying device. But Patty’s, yes. In a church, yes. At the pulpit and, belting out that phenomenal Patty voice under those vaulted ceilings and with what I can only imagine to be incredible acoustics, a million times yes.

2008 Songs on Repeat : “At Last” by Neko Case

I listened to this song over and over again because I wanted it to be longer. It’s not quite a minute and a half long, but it feels like it should keep going. Maybe that’s the point of the song. The melody could extend, but it doesn’t; the lyrics stop and leave me wondering. At last, Neko says, the end is here, and I shouldn’t drag it out; I shouldn’t prolong it. But you – you, May – can repeat it.

I played this song repeatedly so that maybe it could keep living, or whoever the song is about could keep talking to me. Or whatever the narrator in the song is talking about could continue its melody in my mind’s hollows. This song is a brilliant personification. The song may end, but it doesn’t feel like it’s supposed to. Maybe it is meant to be repeated. Neko may be on to something.

Hmm. She’s coming to the Nokia Theatre in April. Hmm.

By the way, this video sounds even better than the studio recording I have.

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I can say that I’ve lived here in honor and danger
But I’m just an animal and cannot explain a life
Down this chain of days I wished to stay among my people
Relation now means nothing, having chosen so defined

And if death should smell my breathing as it pass beneath my window
Let it lead me trembling, trembling
I owe every bell that tolls me