The Best Things in Life...

I am convinced that the best things in life are the little things. Like my brother serenading me to sleep with his ukulele last night. Who cares if he was just making up a song about his favorite ugly sweater? I certainly didn't. (And plus, I was too tired to be much of a critic.) It's moments like this that make me forget how annoying he normally is. Love you, Cam! ;)

Where the Magic Happens

Earlier this week, I had the privilege of seeing where the "magic" happens when Jake and Dave write music. They showed me their space, taught me some lingo, and I got to witness the creation of a song from beginning to mid-recording. (I didn't get to see the whole process due to the lateness of the hour and the long drive home, but that's okay.) And I even got to use some of my literary expertise with the lyrics. They used my suggestions!!!!!

Biggest takeaway: Jake is one hot musician. There's a lot more that goes into writing and recording a song than I thought there was!

Gungor Concert

Jake and I saw Gungor perform at club Congress last Thursday night. They were so incredible! I honestly don't know how to describe the experience except in fragments:

an over-packed club * standing room only * tech guys flit acros the stage * the crowd is a tremor of anticipation * openers: loud and bass-y * I'm wishing we weren't so close to the speakers * my heartbeat synchs up with the thud thud thud of the kick * garbled lyrics but I like her moves * then... Gungor!!! * blinding lights blocked by someone's head * insane guitar riffs *crowd whoops * flawless harmonies * synthesizer * "We don't believe in genre." * wailing guitar * a hundred people lost in the pull, the ebb and tide of their music * last song feels as if the world is ending * band members drop out of the instrumental and exit one-by-one * stage goes black * it's...over?? * mass confusion and disorientation * just kidding there's still the encore * "Beautiful Things" * beautiful concert.

I think I just witnessed some of the best Christian musicians in the world.

Words are inadequate.