jeff buckley

I had never heard Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley until I was rendered motionless when Jason Castro sang it on American Idol.

It has quickly become a song that makes me close my eyes at the first note, while the music flows over me.  Sometimes when I open my eyes, I find tears.  At other times my heart just soars.  But every time it rejuvenates my soul.

My almost 74-year old mother-in-law and I must be the only two people on the planet without an MP3 player. I’ve been thinking about one although the idea of operating one makes me nervous.  I can’t even figure out the little roll-around button on my Blackjack phone so the round button on the MP3s could be beyond my abilities.

It’s quarter after midnight and I just got home from a late-night mastering session with the great Vance Powell. I am so loving getting to work with people better than me. I feel like I learn about a dozen things every day I’m at the studio, and I know it’s making me better at what I do.

It’s quarter after midnight and I just got home from a late-night mastering session with the great Vance Powell. I am so loving getting to work with people better than me. I feel like I learn about a dozen things every day I’m at the studio, and I know it’s making me better at what I do.

A year ago today I gave you “Lover You Should have Come Over” by the late great Jeff Buckley as a Valentines Day gift. This year I give you “No One’s Gonna Love You” by Band of Horses.

Love ya, K.

I'm digging this cat Fionn Regan. Forgive me if you've been listening to him since before I was born, but I just picked up his CD last week from yourmusic.com. (Hat tip to whichever satellite radio channel was playing in the Java Cafe in Dyersburg that turned me on to him.)