This Will Be Ours, You and I

If I could force you to sit down and listen to this, I would. However, and ultimately, Justice by Miss America will force you to sit down as you listen. I try not to be just another hype man and measure my words when throwing around best and greatest, but I can’t really help myself here. This is a great song. This is a song that I’m going to love for a long time and it’s a song that I’m going to point to as a favorite for awhile.

That’s because there are sunsets and someones. There are also thunderstorms and loneliness. This song can capture all of that on different listens. For me, I leave each listen believing there is hope for that someone and that sunset. And like those moments on the porch or the deck watching the sun set, this song is beautiful.

Miss America features several Denver luminaries (Joseph Pope III with Julie Davis, James Han, Patrick Meese, and Nathaniel Rateliff are Miss America). You can download Justice from Bandcamp.

Go ahead and play it again. This will be ours, you and I.

That’s Called Tough Love

To this day, I still don’t like James Blake and I feel like plenty of people with similar tastes do. I lead with that because I think it’s an anomaly. I do like How To Dress Well, Oliver Tank, and others that are similarly associated with the minimalist R&B style. Here is another example of liking that style.

Jessie Ware’s Tough Love, which came out last month ahead of her album, features female vocals that seem to be a slight rarity in the genre (although Shura comes to mind) and it’s nice to have the variety. Ultimately, I’m featuring it because it is a siren’s song for me, it keeps drawing me in.

Above is the official video that came out 2 weeks ago.

Stuck In A Storm, We’ll Do A Rain Dance

I always thought that Southside of Heaven was my favorite song off of Ryan Bingham’s Mescalito.

I listened to the album the other day and I don’t remember being so enamored with Sunrise when I first heard it, but here I am and now I am. Sunrise might not have quite become my favorite off the record but it has been the one I’ve been going back to recently. So much so that I wanted to note it here and I’ve given Ryan Bingham enough coverage (or at least proportionate to how much I like his version of rootsy Texas country).

Just fair warning, but this video is over 6 years old and includes some jamming. And darn if I don’t wish I could have been there and I really enjoy it all still.

These Young Dreams Are All We Breathe


There are roads all around. They go north, they go south, east and west. They connect the big cities, they pass through small towns, and they travel all the space in between. They were trails blazed by pioneers, ranchers, and highwaymen. They were paved by our grandfathers and fathers. They are paths to our dreams and our nostalgia. They take us to work and back home.

Just a little while ago, I was asked what I think about. I think about dreams and how each day I sell myself a little bit shorter. Just a little bit shorter.

It helped me realize that I am not where I want to be.

It was not a singular moment that led me here. It was a series of simple moments, a set of convenient choices. They were the easy ways out and they added up.

I have wanted to go to Mount Rushmore for some time. This holiday weekend I was going to go. Then I wasn’t. Then I went on a whim alone. I bargained myself out of going a number of times before–it’s a whole weekend, the cost of gas, I didn’t have anyone to go with. But every excuse was just a self-imposed obstacle. It wasn’t easier getting there.

I won’t lie–it was a hellacious drive. Like I told my parents, there are parts of Wyoming that make you wish you were driving in Kansas. But in the end, it was worth it. I got to be excited going, I got to be excited getting there, I got to be excited recounting it to my parents and now to anyone reading this. I’ve written in the past about this seemingly endless rut and trying to get out. Those roads to Mount Rushmore were my path out.

I am not going to settle for life to just march on. That’s not my path. Instead, I’m going to try. I’m going to cheer on friends and embrace some of my passions in a greater sense. I’m going to pursue things that I want and avoid the same things that have worn on me. I’m going to go to a few more concerts and write about a few more tracks that catch my attention. To soundtrack this moment is Last Bayou off of Wolf Gang’s latest EP. It’s a track I would have blogged about two months ago when it came out if I was more invested at the time.

This won’t be the last time I promise to blog more and it won’t be the last time I feel like I’m in a rut, but it will be the last time that I just shrug and not proactively try to change my tomorrow. Every once I’ll need to take a drive and go out on all those roads that can lead anywhere to reassure myself of the path forward. This weekend I went out on those roads and on them I promised myself that I won’t give up on dreaming.


  Last Bayou by Wolf Gang Official