And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make

I do not know if you saw the 54th Grammy Awards or not. This was my favorite bit.

Paul McCartney and his back up band (Rusty Anderson on guitar, Brian Ray on bass and Abe Laboriel, Jr. on drums) performed the last medley on Abbey Road.

But that is not all. For “The End,” Bruce Springsteen (from Bruce Springsteen), Dave Grohl (from Nirvana, Foo Fighters and Them Crooked Vultures) and Joe Walsh (from The Eagles) came out and joined them.

From L to R: The Boss, Joe, Rusty, Paul, Dave and Brian.

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You are young, you are wild, you are free

Last month, I wrote about Gold Motel. And now we have The Hush Sound.

Real Men Love the Hush Sound

The Hush Sound was a band I did not hear about until the summer of 2009. My friend Jer had a t-shirt of theirs and was learning a song off their latest (and so far, last) album. In January, I went snowshoeing with some friends and neighbors and introduced them to The Hush Sound. Josh and Nicole, this one is for you. Continue reading

Up With the Birds

My coworker Rob is very funny. He sees things in black and white, but more energetic. Perhaps seeing things in Red and Green. Except this tendency seems to render him … colorblind, in a way.

This is Rob. At work, he’s in charge of being enthusiastic, directing customer relations and anything involving a “high five.”

He seems to assume that if you do not love something, you must hate it. For example, he asked me how I liked Coldplay’s new album. Frankly, I did not even know they had a new album. After I told him that, he said, “Oh, you hate Coldplay.”

I spent a week with him at a conference in Florida and we had a conversation like that at least every day. It just does not click with him. At some point you have to hear about something for the first time. Continue reading

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make

Side two. If you missed side one, you can find it here.

Of all the songs that make me happy and hopeful, none does it quite as well as George Harrison’s folky “Here Comes the Sun.”

Written in Eric Clapton’s garden in the spring of ’69, nothing else makes me feel so … optimistic. I live in northern Utah, and when Harrison said in his autobiography,

It seems as if winter in England goes on forever, by the time spring comes you really deserve it.

I know exactly what he is talking about. My town goes is like this

Notice the horrendous quantities of white and the leafless trees.

for about 7 months every year. And when it turns into this

Notice the bounteous foliage. Compare with photo above.

The sun finally comes out from behind the smog and the mountains, and even if it is only 40 degrees outside, you feel like putting on your flip-flops, shorts, and sun-glasses just to welcome the change. If you have never really been a Beatles fan, I would suggest listening to this song.

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