My husband and some long times friends started a new band/project recently called And We Danced. They have released a couple songs as well as have some shirts available! Their EP is available for preorder right now!
I wanted to take a quick second to give them a shout out. I have always enjoyed Zaq's music - but this is by far my favorite of all the things that he has done. You can find them on facebook here... while you're there you should give them a "like" They would appreciate it :) But before you commit... you're welcome to click play and listen to the first single!!
They really are an amazing group of guys... coming together from "Past and present members of Cadillac Blindside, The Jealous Sound, The Stereo, Gratitude and Crash/Burn/Repeat." Hearing them for the first time was one of those *ah-ha* moments... and I wanted to shake them for not doing this years ago!! But they are now and that's what matters! Thanks for taking the time to listen and we hope you love it! Tell your friends - and if you REALLY love it - comment letting them know where you want them to book a show near you!
Do you miss us already? We have pulled 90% of the cusom listings from the shop now... just bedding/nursery left... along with a hand full of ready to ship items in preparation of Ms. Rozzlyn's big debut. But don't be sad! There are still lots of good stuff's in the shop, and the good part of ready to ship blankets means you don't have to wait!
and as shown above... don't forget to add you monograms! Just $5 per letter.
mmmm new Hold Steady record... daddy has been drooling over this song since he cracked the cellophane on the cd. And i know why.... why? Cuz its friggen amazing.............
Jesse, I'm not joking around.
I see the crowd you're hanging with.
Those kids don't seem positive.
Don't all the cigs make you tired?
You know I'll never ask you to change.
I'll only ask you to try.
I know you're gonna do what I know you're gonna do.
But twenty-two and banging around in restaurants
Isn't that much prettier than banging around in bars.
Why do you keep going to his car?
I don't want this to stop.
I want you to know.
I don't want you to settle.
I want you to grow.
Forget all the boys that you met at the harbor.
They're too hard already.
They'll only get harder.
Jesse, let's go for a ride.
I know a place that we could stop.
I know a place that we could drink and kiss for a while.
I know a place that always makes you smile.
I know you're gonna say what I know you're gonna say.
I know you'll look around at the ground.
I know you'll probably cry.
You're a beautiful girl and you're a pretty good waitress.
But Jesse I don't think I'm the guy.
I don't want this to stop.
I want you to know.
I don't want you to settle.
I want you to grow.
Forget everything that I showed you this summer.
You're too hard already.
You'll only get harder.
But they didn't name her for a saint.
They named her for a storm.
So how is she supposed to think about
How it's gonna feel in the morning?
She said if heaven's hypothetical
And if the cigs keep you warm.
Then how is she supposed to think about
How it's gonna move in the morning?
About how it's gonna move in the morning?
About how it's gonna move in the morning?
Hurricane Jesse's gonna crash into the harbor this summer.
She don't want to wait til she gets older.
Hurricane Jesse's gonna crash into the harbor this summer.
She don't want to wait.
She said it only gets harder
Post 2 from the amazing Adam Thurston... LOVING this new segment :) And I know the followers are too!! Thanks, Adam, for sharing with my readers and I... even though we're so far away... it will be like we've been there all along... :) p.s. you can find his blog here... follow him :)
Mentoring Mondays
Teaching you to be a lady while you teach me to be a dad.
Who I am.
Well, as stated previously, I’m your dad. The only one you’re gonna get. That is, unless the mailman and your mom come clean. So I figured it’d be a good idea for you to know a little about me. My name is Adam but you can call me “dad.” I’m an Aquarius and I like cars, music, and penning the occasional word to paper.
What this means to you is that you can count on having a large wealth of music and instruments at your disposal. You understand, of course, that I’ll have to wait until you’re a bit older before I hand over my guitars but until then, plan on having your old man play and sing for you all the time. I can’t wait to show you some of my favorite songs. Even more fun will be when you discover some favorites of your own and show them to me. In time, I think you’ll find that music (along with writing literature) can be an ultimate form of expression and impression. It was so powerful it grabbed me and shook me dry when I was eleven and I’ve never since looked back. I think you’ll see much of the same. The great thing about music is that there is a tune for every mood you’re feeling. I could list some of mine but then I wouldn’t be letting you find your own. Oh, okay! Twist my arm, why don’t ya?! Here are some good starters:
For the sunshines: Beatles (anything ‘63-’67) Their whole era was (and remains) utterly phenomenal but all of your basic rock and pop moods can be found there.
For the blues: Hmm. So much to choose from. Let’s start with Otis Redding. The man could make a statue cry and he didn’t go out by OD’ing, shooting himself, or stabbing himself in the heart. We have plenty of times to go over the “tortured artist” arena.
For the “I just want to rock out and go nuts!” Look no further than The Who. They’ll cover all the bases for you. If you’re ever in the mood of “I just want to rock out and go nuts but with a political bent,” then steer your attention to The Clash or Fugazi. Both are great but you’ll need a pair of Doc Martens to pull off the look. Come find me and I’ll buy you a pair.
Cars. I’m not going to hold my breath but maybe you’ll be the next Danica Patrick and will want to help me drop a K20A into my car. If not, that’s cool too. Just know that you’re always invited to my wrenching sessions. Which brings us to our first Mentoring Moment: You’re never to not be allowed somewhere because you’re a girl. There are a few noticeable exceptions to this statement. I.e. men’s bathrooms/locker rooms, and Klan meetings. That said, if you want to wrench on the car with me, just say the word. Wanna throw the ball around? Just grab my glove. “But dad! That’s not girl-stuff,“ you exclaim. No problem, sweetie. One of the great things about our western, modern society is that you can be pretty much be whomever you want to be and still be a woman. Pretty cool eh?! Now there are some things I’d rather you NOT be. These include, but are not limited to, Nazi, racist, bigot, white trash, drug addict, stinking drunk, prostitute, stripper or cheer leader (which is really just an underage stripper without the pole). Alright, your mom just read that and said “Every girl wants to be a cheerleader!” Just heads-up, kid; your mom is crazy. Remember it’s just you and me. The only sane ones in the room.
Moving on to reading and writing. These are two biggies for me, Maddie. Your Pop is not the smartest tool in the shed but these are so important in so many ways. When you start reading and what you read will become stepping stools for the rest of your life. Simply, the earlier you start reading, the smarter you’re going to be. You’re going to have that much more comprehension towards everything from books to conversations. Your reading level will be off the chart and your conversational and oratory skills will be unmatched. And all because we were reading Charlotte’s Web when you were six months old and crapping your pants. Pretty cool, right?! All you have to do is lie in my arms and drool and I’ll do the rest. As you get older, you’ll find that you like the art of stories and reading. The satisfaction of getting through a story without a television or a movie screen force feeding it down your eyes and throat. A book is always going to be your ultimate friend. Besides me, of course. You can take a book anywhere. You can read it anywhere. Except funerals. For whatever reason, that tends to piss people off. You can always fall asleep to a book and it’s always right where you left off in the morning. They’re great ice breakers for conversing with new people. (and you’ll always seem smart! Madeline FTW!) Also, the more you read, the more you know. The more you know, the better equipped for life you are! Look at your mother. She doesn’t read books and up until last year, she thought her car had two gas tanks. One main tank, and another for when that one was empty.
“My car needs gas. It’s on it’s second tank.”
“Second tank of what?”
“It’s on it’s second tank. My gas gauge is on ‘R’ meaning it’s on the reserve tank.”
“…Are you serious?”
“What else would it mean?!”
“Uh…maybe ‘Refuel.’”
So, Maddie, that’s your mother. She’s really sweet and kind and can’t wait to meet you too. So hurry up and get here, will ya?! We have so much to show you.
When my husband and I found out we were pregnant, the first thing he did was write our new baby a song.It just seemed right.Natural.Now, almost 10 years and 3 more children later, we have 4 distinct baby songs, all of which we never sing.
When I first heard Mark sing Johnathan “His” song, while still safe in my belly, I imagined us singing it to him everynight.But we never did. Instead, Mark wrote a lullaby called “Smile for Me”, which we sang both of our boys (they were born 20 months apart) to sleep.The same went for each and every song Mark wrote our children while in utero.
The songs weren’t even recorded.We talk about recording them all the time, but instead, they sit, unrecorded, just lyrics on whatever was around when Mark became inspired.Johnathan’s song was written on the back of a Blockbuster receipt.Ryan’s was sent to me in an email.Aleya’s was on a scrap of notebook paper; my Medical Terminology notes on the back.Lyrik’s song is still stuck on Mark’s I-Mac.
We sing every day. Sometimes that’s all we do. Sing.And yet, the kids have never heard the songs that their father wrote them before they even entered the world.We never even thought to sing them.I think that it was just a given that we give the songs to them for only them to hear.When the time is right, we’ll give them their songs.They can then decide what they want to do with them.But for now, they feel safe. The songs never sung.
Thanks so much for your post! Zaq has recorded a song for Izzaq. Its pretty awesome, and i love listening to it :) We also made a slideshow of photos on DVD and used it as the background music. Makes it even more special. Thanks again for sharing this little story with us! What about you guys? Anything special you have written for your kids? (p.s. - the photo below is nakey butt izzaq with his guitar at about 2 years old... :)
I just love this song... for oh so many reasons... #1? Because its just plain adorable... you MUST watch the video... its just so sweet and expresses love in all its forms... #2: Because at the end of our wedding ceremony we walked back down the isle with this playing... we even tied it into the Pronouncement... Cole: Amber & ZaQ, This is the first day of your life. You stood before your friends and family here today and spoke your vows and sealed them with the exchanging of the rings. It is with great honor that I now pronounce you as Husband & Wife.
Zaq, you may kiss your bride.
It was pretty much perfection, and the perfect song to play as we started our new journey together...
This is the first day of my life
I swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed
They're spreading blankets on the beach
Yours is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
Now I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I want to go
And so I thought I’d let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realize that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home
Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange you said everything changed
You felt as if you'd just woke up
And you said “this is the first day of my life
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy”
So if you want to be with me
With these things there’s no telling
We just have to wait and see
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery
Besides maybe this time is different
I mean I really think you like me
This is the PERFECT song to bring in the New Year... You can never go wrong with Against Me! But this song... all about partying hard and makin changes... *cheers mates* Thanks for an amazing year of support... you all "rock" ;)
If she wants to dance and drink all night, well there’s no one that can stop her.
She’s going until the house lights come up or her stomach spills onto the floor.
This night is gonna end when we’re damn well ready for it to be over.
Worked all week long now the music is playing on our time.
We do what we do to get by, and then we need a release.
You get mixed up with the wrong guys.
You get messed up on the wrong drugs.
Sometimes the party takes you places that you didn’t really plan on going.
When people see the track marks on her arms she knows what they’re thinking.
She keeps on working for that minimum,
as if a high school education gave you any other options, you know.
They don’t know nothing about redemption.
They don’t know nothing about recovery.
Some people just aren't the type for marriage and family.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to sleep alone. [x2]
She’s out of step with the style.
She don’t know where the actions happening.
You know the downtown club scene ain't nothing like it used to be.
You reach a point where there’s not a lie in the world
that you could use to make the boys believe you're still in you twenties.
But they keep getting younger, don't they baby?
She’s not waiting for someone to come over and ask for the privilege.
She can still hear that Rebel Yell just as loud as it was in 1983, you know.
There ain't no Johnny coming home to share a bed with her and she doesn’t care.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to sleep alone. [x2]
No mother ever dreams that her daughters going to grow up to be a junkie.
And if she had to live it all over again you know she wouldn’t change anything for the world.
yea yeah... its supposed to be Thirsty Thursday... but my blog my rules, lol and im switchin it up from now on... I like the idea of Thursday's Tunes better... So here I will now be posting lyrics and possible clips to the a tune that keeps running through my head. :) Very excited to share some tunage with you all... would love some comment love and share your fav songs!
All Time Low: Remembering Sunday
Lyrics to Remembering Sunday : Woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes Starting making his way past 2 in the morning He hasn't been sober for days
Leaning out into the breeze Remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees They had breakfast together But two eggs don't last Like the feeling of what he needs
Now this place is familiar to him She pulls on his hand with a devilish grin She led him upstairs, she led him upstairs Left him dying to get in
Forgive me, I'm trying to find My calling, I'm calling at night I don't mean to be a bother, But have you seen this girl? She's been running through my dreams And it's driving me crazy, it seems I'm going to ask her to marry me
Even though she doesn't believe in love, He's determined to call her bluff Who could deny these butterflies? They're filling his gut
Waking the neighbors, unfamiliar faces He pleads though he tries But he's only denied Now he's dying to get inside
Forgive me, I'm trying to find My calling, I'm calling at night I don't mean to be a bother, But have you seen this girl? She's been running through my dreams And it's driving me crazy, it seems I'm going to ask her to marry me
The neighbors said she moved away Funny how it rained all day I didn't think much of it then But it's starting to all make sense Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds Are following me in my desperate endeavor To find my whoever, wherever she may be
[Juliet Simms:] I'm not coming back, I've done something so terrible I'm terrified to speak, but you'd expect that from me I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt; now the rain is Washing you out of my hair and out of my mind Keeping an eye on the world, So many thousands of feet off the ground I'm over you now I'm at home in the clouds Towering over your head
[Alex Gaskarth:] I guess I'll go home now I guess I'll go home now I guess I'll go home now I guess I'll go home
