a well kept secret.

Horse Feathers.

I can count on one hand the shows I've seen that have truly touched my inner being. That have made me shutter. That have brought an actual tear to my eye. Tonight, upon my ring finger, Horse Feathers was added to that only-by-invitation, VIP list. What's more, I was one of only a small gathering of no more than 50 souls--if that. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely prefer to have that intimate of a show. It's just that I can't get over how well kept of a secret they are; if you thought iron-on hem tape was something, that using hair lotion to tame your wild tresses would change your world, or that using a coffee filter to sift out broken cork from that not-so-cleanly-popped bottle of vino was the idea that would crack the earth you stand upon, you were sadly mistaken.

Maybe I'm a bit musically infatuated. But if part of you can't be touched by music in a way that leaves you practically without words, well, I am sorry for you. Luckily for me, I can. And I was. Tonight. By a band called Horse Feathers. They are precise. They take their music seriously. Personally. What they do is bestow a gift upon others. A true beaut of a gift, found in the collaboration of these four lovely souls. I thank them. For their visit to Buffalo. For their supremely, awe-inspiring lyrics and music. For sharing the sound they make with me. With you. With us.

And a special thanks to the person, website or conversation that introduced me to this band, as they/it shared a well kept secret with me. Sometimes secrets are meant to be shared...




Listen to Horse Feathers' cover of Gillian Welch's Orphan Girl (thanks to www.soundonthesound.com).

Check out Horse Feathers' MySpace page.

indoor outdoors.

photo course: monochrome, finding "another lens"

photog course: blur

teeny tale: north, south, east and west

she walked outside, noticing it was the time of year for new beginnings; color was returning to the ground. damp leaves, left covered by winter’s snowfall, crisped in the spring sunshine & took to life—snapping this way, then that way, lead by quick bouts of confident breeze. if the leaves could change direction so easily, why couldn’t she? but it was easy to realize why: with no mind of their own to second guess, and no sense of reason to weigh out the pros & cons, they just go where the wind directs them. i suppose i’ll have to lose my mind before i can go wherever the wind may take me, she thought. & then she noticed a leaf that had been blown upon a near by pond. it rode along, smoothly, but still in a direction not of its own. she decided then, that she liked having her mind, & even more so, she liked that it could take her in any direction that she chose.

playmobil.

                             

spotted beauty.

take with water.

I'm sure you could take these down with sun as well; however, it's raining here and these tunes seem to be a favorable complement to the damp exterior. Enjoy.

teeny tale: buttercream

she dressed in only shades close to that of buttercream, because she wanted others to think she was sweet & her accessories to display like thoughtfully placed sprinkles. it worked for a while, until she realized that the sweet stuff is what people test their appetites on first & when it's all gone the part that's beneath has to hold its own: it has to be just as appetizing as its sugary coating. a cupcake without its frosting is just naked cake & that doesn't do much for most. & so she decided she must be more than just some spongy avenue for others to take frosting from.

winter jacks.