I read on Facebook today that the History of Future Folk is leaving Netflix tomorrow and I am super sad about it because it’s an amazing movie with incredibly good music.
Here’s a video of the guys live at Pete’s Candy Store in Brooklyn back in 2014.
I definitely think I’m going to have to buy the movie after it’s no longer available on Netflix because it truly is cinematic gold.
Go watch the History of Future Folk while you still can and then go binge watch their videos on YouTube.
Hondo.
Here’s a little tune I’ve been working on. I don’t know if I’m done with it yet. Maybe I’ll add a bridge or something. I definitely don’t have an ending yet. If you even sorta like it, share it on Facebook because I’m taking an FB hiatus. I still have my account, I’m just not getting on there.
Thanks!!!!
I missed church again this morning. My poor children have had the worst experiences with allergies this summer. Not to be too crass but I’ve decided to dub this the “Summer of Puke”. It’s been… BAD. So. Bad. So I took my eldest to Urgent Care because she was amazingly sick this morning. She is doing much better now but I still missed church again.
That being said, I did get to hear all about church later from my husband, Nick. I definitely missed out on some good stuff this morning. Nick posted this pic from the service on FB with the caption: “We’re all dancing on broken bones.”
He was quoting Bob Bretsch, who was quoting Psalm 51:8 – “Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones that you have broken rejoice.”
Psalm 51 is a well-known and much quoted psalm. It’s beautiful and inspiring and if you haven’t read it lately, go take the time.
Anyway, as I went about my day, I just couldn’t get those words out of my mind, “We’re all dancing on broken bones.” For some reason I identify with them so much. Maybe because I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the battles we are all waging inwardly. Thinking how many of us are engaged in a war we don’t even know about.
And so with spiritual violence on my mind, Psalm 51 in my hand, and those poignant words on my lips, I sat down at the piano and wrote a new song. The song is called “Broken Bones”. (Per usual, I quickly recorded it with my phone sooooo… that explains the quality of the recording. You’re welcome?)
Saturday May 6th, 2017, my dear, handsome husband turned 40 years old. We’re getting old folks.
The girls and I had a lot of fun coming up with surprises for Nick, who BTDubs is notoriously hard to surprise. We surprised him with a trip to Perryville, MO to visit his 93 year old grandmother, who, by the way, is still just as sharp as a tack and has a better memory than people a third her age.
One of our surprises was a song that I wrote and the girls and I recorded secretly in Nick’s studio. For a few weeks I sneakily asked Nick questions about recording, pretending to be interested in a completely different recording project. Then, anytime Nick wasn’t home we’d sneak into the studio and get some recording done. There are still A MYRIAD of things I DO NOT understand about using recording software but I learned enough to put together this song.
So here it is: You Are My Song <—– That’s a link! (Duh!) But it’s also down below this cool pic, you just have to scroll a little further down.
Every Day Bonnie 