repeatthatagain replied to your audio post: Worry | Northcote

I just downloaded Hope The Good Things Never Die by them. It was a free song on iTunes. I haven’t listened to it yet though.

*side note* Northcote is really more of a ‘he’ than a ‘them’ though he does play with a band.The ‘he’ being Matt Goud.

I really enjoy Northcote! He’s playing in Winnipeg this June and I plan to be there. I’m still waiting to download his new album because I haven’t decided whether I’ll get it on iTunes or wait and buy a hard copy.

adamyoungofficial:

Wow. Tonight was the kind of night you remind yourself to soak it up — the vivid colors, raw energy, and waves of emotion, because you’ll want to savor them when they’re gone. I’m so honored to be here, so blessed to know the people around me, and so thrilled to live by the grace I’ve been given. I feel undeserving to know I’m part of a plan that’s so much bigger than I am and it’s truly mind-boggling. As the most average, ordinary person, it’s so cool for me to be able to do the extraordinary things I get to do — and nights like tonight are poignant reminders that life is pretty darn beautiful for a dreamer in a crazy world.

Thank you for the endless support you’ve given me over the handful of years I’ve been at this. I feel such gratitude and heartfelt appreciation for those who continue to support my music and various projects that mean a great deal to me. To know there are people out there who feel inspired by the things I dream up is more valuable than any artist royalty or music award. I so treasure your support.

Life is short, beauty is fleeting, the glitz and glam comes and goes… it’s exhilarating to soak it all up, hold onto the good, toss away the bad, and continue to live according to what’s truly important.

Onward.

silience

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the state or condition of unnoticed excellence—the hidden talents of friends and coworkers, the fleeting solos of subway buskers, the slapdash eloquence of anonymous users, the unseen portfolios of aspiring artists—which would be renowned as masterpieces if only they’d been appraised by the cartel of popular taste, who assume that brilliance is a rare and precious commodity, accidentally overlooking buried jewels that may not be flawless but are still somehow perfect.