A lot of my friends have songs with their dads. Popular among the crowd is Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle, Dance with my Father by Luther Vandross, Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison and the like. These are the songs that come on over the loudspeaker of a department store and elicit a cock of the head, a smile and a comment similar to, “awwwww, this is my song with my dad!” And the crowd croons along with him or her. I’m no different. Though my dad song certainly is.
She Drives Me Crazy by Fine Young Cannibals isn’t necessarily a heart wrenching song about the relationship between a man and his daughter, nor is it one that most would associate with their parents, particularly when the child – parent relationship is a good one. Yet each time I hear that guitar intro, my dad’s face pops into my head and I begin to think about all of the fun things we did when I was a bit shorter and a lot younger.
This didn’t strike me as strange until recently. I’ll admit it. I had a self-consumed moment of paranoia and wondered why a song titled She Drives Me Crazy reminds me of my relationship with my dad. The song came out the year I was born, but I certainly can’t drive the man crazy, can I? I know I run late sometimes but so does my mom and they’re still married, so it can’t be a dealbreaker. Sure, he might back the car out of the garage and honk until I get there, threatening to leave every few
seconds minutes but he probably just runs out there to ensure that he can turn on AM radio. I also never played a “sport” in high school but even though he might not outright admit it (the two of us can be stubborn sometimes), I’m pretty sure my dad enjoyed going to dance competitions every weekend. He also probably realized the health benefits of the shoulder workout he got from lugging the camcorder to each venue, even though the dances were the same every time. I’ll admit, here and there I might’ve left a bit of a mess in the kitchen while baking and a small tiff might have occurred over the speed in which said mess was addressed. But let’s be real. It ended as soon as the timer went off and I delivered baked goods to the family room.
After convincing myself that I, along with my mom and sister, surely couldn’t be the “she” the song is referring to, I focused my energy on trying to figure out why this song makes me think of my dad each and every time I hear it. And just like that, it hit me. For about a year of my life, I was a morning person. I would get up early with my dad on the weekends and we would watch junk TV until everyone else woke up. Turns out there are only two things in this world that can get me out of bed early: my dad and Ernest movies. World, take note. During one of my channel surfing moments with my dad, we stumbled across a network that was showing the music video for this song. (Remember when they used to show music videos on TV?) He mentioned that he liked it and we watched the video. And that was it.
Ever since one of those fateful early mornings, this song became my personal dad song. To this day, anytime I tell him he comes to mind when I hear She Drives Me Crazy, his response is always the same: “I do like that song.”
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To those of you who are new to HauteThought.com, welcome. To those of you who are long lost friends…well, hello. Remember me? I used to come here to write and review new music and/or post the occasional fashion tidbit. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a hard time remembering, as it’s been far too long since we’ve last spoken.
This is why I’ve chosen to title this post “Hello, world.” It’s how WordPress welcomes you to the writing process when you first start a blog on their site. They auto-post a brief blurb for you so you have an understanding of where the content goes. I feel like since it’s been this long, I should have to restate my name to the blogging world once again. So, hello, world. It’s me!
I’m going to see what I can do to rekindle this friendship with at least one post every week. I think it’ll be good for us to ease back into the swing of things, rather than dive right in. I look forward to hanging out with you again and, if you’ll let me, I might write about things other than music here and there. Don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten where or why this friendship started in the first place.
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How’s this for out of left field? Picture yourself 10 years ago (you know, a decade), tending to your typical ‘your age today minus 10′ kind of day. At that point in time I was probably sitting in a minivan, getting dropped off at the movie theater by my parents to catch the latest teen movie with my BFFs. We’d hang out in the arcade area afterwards and then be back in our respective houses by 10pm. Sharp. It would be glorious. Now, imagine in your ‘day 10 years ago’ that “More to Life” by Stacie Orrico suddenly began playing over the loudspeakers (if you’re picturing your day as taking place outside, roll with it and pretend there are speakers). The quality of your day slid into one of the following scenarios, where it instantly went from:
- Terrible to amazing
- Mediocre to amazing
- Pretty good to amazing
- Amazing to THE BEST DAY OF YOUR LIFE
If you were having a wonderful day, there was nothing missing from your life (except for maybe a driver’s license) simply because your jam was playing and you knew every word. Having a rough day? Stacie gets you. She’s totally speaking to your soul because you know what? There’s so much more to life. She’s been through it all. I mean, haven’t you seen the video? First, the debt collector comes to her house because she and her boyfriend can’t pay the bills and she has blue hair, then she’s running a race and has to walk and before you know it she’s a waitress and wipes out at work. No need to feel alone. Stacie will sing through your pain.
The lyrics, video and her highlights are so classic early 2000s that it almost makes me wish my parents could drop me off at the theater again. (I said almost.) Now for a challenge. I dare you to play this song and not let out at least a little smile. That is, if you didn’t let one out thinking about what you were doing 10 years ago.
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Oh, you wonderful Civil Wars. You’ve up and done it again. You’ve made an album that I look forward to listening to, even if I had it on repeat the day before. I can’t say that I’m surprised. The duo’s songwriting ability and lyrics in their debut album, Barton Hollow, hardly earned me the name “ye of little faith” when it came to their musical ability. However, just last year The Civil Wars suffered a, well, civil war of their own. Leave it to me to fall in love with a group just months before they cite “internal discord and irreconcilable differences of ambition.”
Timing aside, it was upsetting. Their hiatus meant one thing and one thing only: a pause, perhaps even a stop altogether, in music from The Civil Wars. Until…my hopes were lifted during ABC’s show Nashville, when a young duo sang a song by The Civil Wars. I was watching the show the way I tend to watch most things (aside from Downton Abbey – that one has an odd power over my brain), iPad in hand, Facebook or Pinterest open, when I nearly leapt up from the couch. And by that I mean I set my iPad down really fast and leaned about as far forward as I could without falling to the ground, left ear angled towards the TV. Yes, it was that easy to distinguish a song by them, even when Joy Williams and John Paul White weren’t on the lead vocals.
That distinguishing factor is one reason why I love and adore this group. I almost did heel clicks down the hallway as soon as I heard a new album would be out on August 6 and, after hearing the first song, I came close to doing them again. The Civil Wars came out with The Civil Wars after “internal discord and irreconcilable differences of ambition” and the product was beautiful. It’s times like these when I truly believe beauty is pain. (I don’t believe it as much after wearing [too] high heels for 5 hours…because there is nothing beautiful about that shuffling limp.) The natural sound to both Willams’ and White’s voices I fell in love with on Barton Hollow is still there, despite what they had gone through. It’s a small vibrato you can’t mess with or autotune. One that is so full of a human element and emotion that I nearly give a round of applause to my headphones after hitting the play button. Don’t think that this means their music has a frail element to it. “The One That Got Away” (a favorite on the album) runs the gamut of a feeling of sadness to being legitimately angry. At least this is how the duo sounds and you know what? I believe them.
As expected, The Civil Wars delivered a song just as beautiful as “Poison and Wine.” The fourth song, “Dust to Dust,” is the song featured in advertisements for their album. While I’m sure that discussion and decision making process was one that lasted for hours upon hours, I can see why it was chosen. The harmonies made my hair stand on end and I stopped what I was doing until the song ended. Not a bad quality for an advertisement. “Eavesdrop” has a similar impact on the listener. The story told by the lyrics, guitar line and merging of their voices is tragically beautiful and makes me feel for the storyteller. Once again, thank you dearly for the human element and for pulling at my heartstrings. How could it not with lyrics like this? “Oh, don’t say that it’s over…let’s let the stars watch, let them stare. Let the wind eavesdrop, I don’t care. For all that we’ve got don’t let go. Just hold me.”
Not surprisingly, The Civil Wars debuted at number 1 on the Billboard chart with this album. While I’m certainly not a proponent of war of any kind, perhaps the obstacles faced by The Civil Wars are what created it. If that’s the case, I applaud them in fighting through and doing it gracefully. The result was a number 1 album that won’t ever feel stale to me. And I hope that maybe, just maybe, Joy Williams and John Paul White are actually doing heel clicks around town; they’re certainly warranted.
The One That Got Away:
Dust to Dust:
I Had Me a Girl:
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In true social media
nerd enthusiast fashion, I’ve decided to participate in Throwback Thursday (or #tbt for all you savvy people out there) in the blogosphere. I present to you Kelly Clarkson’s Behind These Hazel Eyes.
This song has been on my mind all week. Why, you ask? It’s simple. The weather forecast. It is presently mid-March and Chicago has snow in the forecast today. When I left for work yesterday morning, it was in the 20s. To those of you who
are oblivious have missed previous weather ranting posts of mine or have never met me, winter and I do not mesh. We don’t even glance at each other in a friendly manner. (I promise that having the weather forecast as an explanation as to why this is the perfect throwback Thursday number is actually legitimate.)
In highschool, I was a member of our dance team. While I wouldn’t change that for the world, the outdoor summer practices from 7am-10am throughout June and July weren’t a favorite. Summer was a time to sleep in, not a time to stand in a kick line and practice high kicks on the track in 80 degree weather. For us, though, it was. And as much as I prefer a life without mornings, I was always there. And, at the end of practice, I always walked to my car quickly so I could get home, relax, and generally eat a box of white cheddar mac and cheese. (Generally? Who am I kidding? I always at a box of white cheddar mac and cheese after practice which, now that I think about it, is kind of gross.)
The drive home from school wasn’t a long one, but I couldn’t bear the thought of 5 minutes in the car with heinous music playing. And so, Kelly Clarkson’s album “Breakaway” became my life soundtrack, and Behind These Hazel Eyes became my anthem. How 16-year-old girl of me. No, I didn’t feel as though someone swallowed me and spit me out; I wasn’t torn to pieces and I’m sure someone understood what was going on behind my hazel eyes. Sure, certain lyrics spoke to me but as a whole, I think I just enjoyed putting on my sunglasses, screaming the lyrics and speeding home. I’m getting a little nauseous at how cliché I sound.
So there you have it. The weather forecast led me to Behind These Hazel Eyes. It made me crave summer more than ever, and a summer memory from a few years past (no need to count how many) came flying back to me. I’m glad it did.
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Based off of the sheer amount of love I’ve shown for One Republic and Sara Bareilles over the past few years (it’s a little excessive, I know), it should come as no surprise to you that one of my all-time favorite songs is a collaboration between the two. What should come as a surprise is the fact that I have yet to feature it on HauteThought. Quite frankly, I’m shocked and disappointed by my irrational behavior. It was selfish and I deprived you of something great. I apologize for keeping this to myself and I hope you can find it in your heart of hearts to forgive me. Please?
Enough self loathing.
“Come Home” finds a way to be beautiful in more ways than one. Clearly Tedder and Bareilles don’t need my support as proof that their voices are perfection. Their awards, careers and dedicated fans are a testament to that. But it’s the pairing that has me swooning. “Come Home” was a favorite of mine on One Republic’s Dreaming Out Loud album, long before the duet version. In fact, I was given the opportunity to tell Ryan Tedder that a few years ago and it’s an experience I’ll never forget. I also commended him on borrowing parts from John Lennon’s “Imagine.” We laughed and then he played it on the piano. And then I passed out. (Not really, but I easily could’ve.)
The pairing of Tedder and Bareilles shines during the harmony on the bridge. I have goosebumps as I write this and, at the very minimum, this could be the 200th time I’ve heard this song. Sometimes simplicity is striking, and in this case, that’s exactly what it is. The harmony isn’t anything groundbreaking, but the way their voices melt into each other is what makes it perfect.
The most complex part of “Come Home” is the lyric portion. The words express a difficult emotion, one where the individual is aware of both the fantasy view and realistic view of a situation. With a simple piano chord progression and strings behind it, everything is properly highlighted and the instrumentation still isn’t forgotten.
Something tells me this will remain a favorite for a long, long time.
Ps: No laughing, these are old photos.
Pps: I apologize for the janky video…there doesn’t appear to be an “official” one.
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