I spend about 16 hours per week in the car. Too much music overloads my brain, so I’m always on the lookout for good podcasts. Everyone seems to rave about NPR, so I figured their “Story of the Day” podcast would be a good way for me stay mildly entertained and informed […]
My favorite singer ever to roam the planet has a new album and his first official music video to go with it. It is very nice. The only less than positive thing I can say about it is that some of the scenes with the older couples remind me of […]
I got a voicemail from Discover Card today making me aware of some suspicious activity and wanting to verify that my account had not been compromised. Feeling a little unnerved, I quickly gave the provided number a return call. After being connected with their automated system, I learned that three […]
Back when Mark McGwire and Sammy Sooser were having their home run battle, I wandered into a baseball card shop. Hoping to pull McGwire’s rookie card, I purchased a pack of 1984 Topps for about 5 bucks. Well, to my surprise and horror, the stick of gum was still in […]
This has been written about for awhile now, but we finally have the video. Dreams last for so long Cleveland fans.
This has to be the most confusing commercial I’ve ever seen. It’s touchdowns and chocolate and paper clips? Paper clips? What in the world? I do have to admit that the chocolate part sounds pretty good. It’s flirting and tasting and curiosity. It’s music and sensation and touchdowns and chocolate. […]
My friend Bethany started a wrestling blog and had this video posted. With all the noise in the world today, here was one guy who actually made sense.
My friend referenced the song “Forever Young” in a Facebook update in memory of his deceased father yesterday. It is a tender song that is, for me, very magical. I don’t know if it is magical for everybody, or only those whose formative years were in the 80’s. If your formative years weren’t […]
Now, although a fiddle may never be fooled by the folly of human thinking, very much like us, they have pain. Their necks are stiff and their nerves, their strings, are stretched. They feel the friction of the bow, and inside their beautiful brown little bodies they have only a little stick called a sound-post and an emptiness that seizes every inch of space – top to bottom, side to side. Their emptiness is for them (as it is for us) a nearly unbearable ache – an ache that is fitted to the shape that makes its tone. And sometimes a fiddle is tempted to fill that void with rags or glass or gold, even knowing that, if it should do that, it would never resonate the intentions of its fiddler. It would never again be alive with his music. It would dull itself to the exquisite heat of the fiddler’s will, the deliberate tenderness of his fingers.
And so, they resist. They resist so that they can respond.
Some fiddles have lived without eyes or ears or innards for a couple hundred years. They would die, though, if they were denied a fiddler.
– Rich Mullins, The World As I Remember It: Through the Eyes of a Ragamuffin
