Once On a Prairie Dawn – remixed – 2012
Click on this link above me…Hope everyone enjoys. I recently took Uncle Wallace’s songs and converted them to digital files that we can have for a lifetime. Those are forthcoming but for now enjoy this remix I did adding some harmony and a few effects to bring out some of the original beauty!
New song folks! Hope you enjoy….it was written while I was in Iceland overlooking the ocean realizing how important connections are, even if they are halfway across the earth.
New song I hope you will enjoy….broken hearts heal and bring on stronger connections and clear thinking.
Lyrics…..
This one hurts just a little less, this one feels like a mild heart press. Goodbyes….they never last and so, I know it’s strange the way we held so fast. This burns out when it’s breathing less, we can’t see how valiently we burnt our feet. And I would have to be sure my mind has spoken to my heart so no false starts in breaking for the end.
How many times must I wait, station my heart, steady my gate and I don’t think I will change her mind this time. It’s a lost cause if you’re breaking.
Their are things that we know better a house holds strong with weight laid on the header. But no support will break our backs and posts will crumble and our hearts will crack.
How many times must I wait, station my heart, steady my gate and I don’t think I will change her mind this time. It’s a lost cause if you’re breaking.
Sad days always seem untimely yet we recognize how incredible someone is to us after they pass. Such a morbid reality to know a family member passes away and holes that were filled by your “loved one” that seemed unnoticed, break apart and send out memories, and pain, and all sorts of uncontrollable feelings onto the world. There is no replacing Cassie Lind Langstaff. Her teachings were so far reaching that I had forgotten, in some cases, how incredibly influential she was. Like how I grew up wanting to have the same rock/folk/pop voice that nobody in my family could ever emulate. I grew up wanting to be as free as her on stage. I knew if I had an someone as beautiful, as caring, as understanding as my aunt Cass, I would never be alone on stage or ever feel unimportant. She defined how being in the ensemble meant as much if not more than being the lead. Cassie Lind Langstaff defines how the greatest tragedies in life will only be tragedies if you fail to live life in a way that makes you happy. She always made me happy.
Cassie and Mark
When was the last time you were humiliated by a teacher? It’s been awhile since I went to class and even when I was enrolled in School, I still had poor attendance. However, the question is one that reminds me of the most haunting experience. Being a nice chubby 7th grader, I fought hard to get just a little respect from of my classmates. They were idiots and more importantly, clueless as to what it meant to be a collaborator. On this fair day in February, I was at the time, leaning heavily on my elbow as it posted my forearm up to my head. My hands cradled my chin and my eyes affixed to a dark haired beauty just to the NE of me.
She could sing, she was beautiful, she could put a mob down with a subtle smile. On this day, my teacher must have suspected my actions as being atrocious because here interupted speech, by my construction like stance, set the world around me on fire.
Ms. Temple – “Nick, there you are looking over at her, gazingly adoring her. Care to fill us in.”
Mortified Nick – “Uh, what, uh umm, I, uh, umm”
Classroom – “LAUGH LAUGH, LAUGH REALLY FUCKING HARD…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH”
Nick’s personal life which was worthless at the time had been flat-lined. Way to go Ms. Temple. You made a star out of me.
It was a time in our lives that reflected youth and excitement in a beautiful 2400 sq house. We’d spend the first 30 minutes of post sweat, frenzied, stress, work hours in the neighbors inflata-pool that had room for our burnt bodies and various yard debris.
Save the boat party accompanied by some the smell of cindered / charred wood from our guitars on a hot day. Endless fires out back and new tunes from the basement next door highlighted this summer.
836 Hudson was the project of a lifetime and these are the boys that proved it.
Tom Lind and I looking off of the Santa Monica Pier. Thinking of the moments where intentions failed everyone in class, in front of the family, or at the office…..and where a song changed everything.
At this very moment, Regina Spektor was wishing for Sampson to cut his hair.
| Who | The Hum House |
| When |
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
8:00pm
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All Ages
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| Where |
Sipology (map)
2771 East Broadway
Long Beach, CA, USA 90803 |
| Other Info | A Songwriter showcase for local Long Beach musicians. |
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