The Transporter

Not much to say. Here's what I've been listening to lately. Disappointing post I know. Bah.
Mushaboom--Feist
Portadown Station--Sandra McCracken (K...whole "Gravity Love" album)
Not California--Hem
Good Hearted Man--Tift Merritt
Ten Year Night--Lucy Kaplansky
Long Time Traveller--Wailin' Jennys
Denton, TX--Damien Jurado
Kathleen--Josh Ritter
Take it Down (John Hiatt Cover)--Patty Griffin
The First Day of My Life--Bright Eyes
And, for some reason, the 1995 live "1200 Curfews" by the Indigo Girls. I woke up with their version of "Tangled Up in Blue" in my head last week and forgot what a great album those two discs make. I got it shortly after in came out in '95. Can't believe that was 12 years ago, sitting on the hardwood floor at my father's farmhouse, with his huge earphones on, listening to the discs and obsessing over liner notes. I was eating a sticky bun on Christmas morning; there's still a spot of it on the old cardboard CD case.

That's something. Those songs that transport me to certain people, certain trips, times, smells, fears, lives. Like Ani DiFranco's "Swan Dive" will always sound like walking down Stratford toward campus on a cold, grey February day. "Yellow Submarine" will always sound like a heavily-bearded Scott and Elena. John Prine sounds like Josh should be next to me. "Karma Chameleon" sounds like caving trips. "Solsbury Hill" makes me giggle, remembering Dave and I doing an interpretive dance to it one very late night in their basement. I love the memories that come drifting back to me on sound waves, like the crackle of AM radio in the wee hours. It's like catching voices through the static of the present.