05 August 2014

Music Monday: Avett Brothers FTW

(Let's just pretend it's Monday, OK? ok.)

True confessions: I haven't always loved The Avett Brothers. I got a free song download (thanks, Starbucks), and it found its way into a playlist. I listened to them when they popped up in my tumblr feed and on blog posts. But I didn't go out and buy an album, or youtube obsess over them for days. 
HOWEVER. When my mainmusicman (read: brotha) saw that they were going to be in DEADWOOD, there was no way I (we) were going to miss good live music so close to home. (The struggle is real around here. Either you can get country artists or other random and lame artists. This was kind of a big deal.) 
We got tickets for general admission a couple days before the concert, and weren't really sure what to expect. After all was said and done, it would have been worth it to pay the extra cash to stand a little closer and be separated from the people who came just to get drunk and be loud. As it was, we were right up against the barrier, and had some pretty chill other enthusiasts to stand/dance by (except for the random people who always push through the crowd halfway through the concert expecting you to move so they can get in front of you. Ha.). 

Concert buddies.
(espresso for days)














Pictures don't do justice to these guys' high-energy, two hour + performance. So, so good. They have such a range of style and sound and talent, it was impressive. 
I would go see them again in a heart beat. 

As it is, I just have to settle for watching youtube performances.
Here's a few of my favorites: 












Pretty much in love with these guys.
What are YOU listening to these days?

12 May 2014

soul aching.

Life's all about seasons and change. 
I have to remind myself of this often. 

Sometimes it feels like I am in multiple different seasons at the same time: personal growth, friend circles, job cycles, planning/waiting. Some I choose, some just happen naturally. 

Lately, though (and by lately, I mean the past year), it seems that I have been in a season of sorrow, a season of grieving. So much unexpected loss of loved lives on this earth. 

I am selfishly tired and worn out from all the soul aching that this brings.
I cling to and believe in my heart of hearts the truths of the Bible that speak hope in resurrection and a God who has purpose in everything that happens on this earth.

But I still sorrow.
I still have the puffy eyes and raging head ache that comes from processing loss.
I still have my breath taken away when I remember that all of those future memories I was planning on making with a loved one are not going to happen, that they are not a phone call away, that I will not see them multiple times a week or at the next reunion or on a road trip.
I still get secretly annoyed at social media friends lamenting the loss of a celebrity... as if that really affects them and what do they know of loss anyways?

But I forget that the universe is not wrapped up in my private hurt and sorrow; that every other person on this earth is fighting their own hard battles and facing their own hurts and going to bed at night, hoping that when the morning light comes there will be some relief from the brokenness that they feel.

I have always, always loved the season that surrounds Easter. This is one of the most meaningful holidays to me, and I think it it is so indicative of the loving God I serve that after weeks of discussing with my youth group how Jesus brings us reconciliation and redemption and resurrection because of his sacrifice on the cross and his burial and his conquering death three days later...
that after celebrating the resurrection with my local church body after weeks of music practice and over an hour of celebratory scripture reading and singing...
that after a sermon series on themes regarding the Passion Week...
that just hours after being challenged and encouraged by the passage in 1 Corinthians 15...
a man who has played such a huge role in my growing years away from home, who constantly sought me out to tease, listen, share stories,  and laugh (oh, did we laugh), died quietly and unexpectedly in his sleep.
I could say so much about him, and honestly, it would be echoing so much of what others have already testified to. Jerry and his wife knew how to make people feel loved. They knew what it meant to lay aside their own preferences for the betterment of others, they knew what it meant to seek out people on the fringes and those who felt a little new or awkward and make them feel right at home. They knew how to have a good time (and did they have the stories to prove it), they knew how to share their love for God with others. They knew how to reach beyond social stigmas and reach beyond their generation to invest in lives.

If I close my eyes right now I can see Jerry standing on the edge of his porch, waiting in welcome and saying with a huge grin,"Well Lizzy, waddya say?"
Or seeking me out at church, or whatever gathering we happened to be at, for a good old Jerry hug and questions about how my week was or how life was treating me.
I'd ask him if he was staying out of trouble, and he would tell me he was getting too old for that (this man who was in his seventies and more active than most 50 year olds I know).
He used to tease me about finding a boyfriend and getting married, but after my customary eye roll, he finally told me to not worry about boys and just travel as much as I can and love every second of being single, because you don't get to do it over.
When I (finally) started dating my boyfriend he would just laugh and tell me "You two deserve each other." Followed by, "Two of my favorite people are marrying each other and I couldn't be more happy!" Also followed by, "Are you two gonna get married before I die?"
Bittersweet.




I hope I can love people as well and as much and as freely as he did.
I hope that somewhere in the midst of all his celebratory worship and joy up there with Jesus, he gets a tiny glimpse of how big of an impact he made for Christ.


24 April 2014

Music Someday: Needtobreathe for the win.

It is no secret that I have been a NTB fan for quite a while, but let me just tell you that since they came out with their new album "Rivers in the Wasteland," I have had it on repeat more than any new music discovery/album release in recent Liz History. The last time I overdosed on an album was probably the day that The Lone Bellow released their self-title album last year. I've had "Rivers in the Wasteland" on repeat since it showed up in my mail box.

I started loving NTB when I heard their album "The Heat," and by the time that "The Outsiders" came out, they were pretty much a solid part of my life soundtrack (Garden, Girl Named Tennessee, Let us Love). I think I can safely say it's my favorite album yet.

They have some fun, new sounds in this album, but they definitely still kept the classic NTB sound. Fo' sho an awesome road trip partner. I am feeling challenged by the task of picking a small list of favorite songs because mine is about as big as the album, but here goes nothing:







Honorable Mention goes to: Oh, Carolina, The Heart and Rise Again.

GO BUY THE ALBUM. Do it. Go on, do it.

21 March 2014

Loves Lately (hello, Weekend)

this instagram feed. because. all of my adventure feels.

this music video. and these artists. because they have been a pretty major  part of my life soundtrack. 

this song whilst running lately.

late night phone conversations and all day emojis.

countdowns. and crossing off days.


this picture of my brother slaying a ginormous snake. because. um. WHEN CAN I VISIT?




cheers from me and the weekend, live saving team.
weekends are for work. huzzah!

26 February 2014

Loves lately (hello, Wednesday)

Cardigans. Is "crazy cardigan lady" a thing? 




















Packages from a favorite artist. And his people. 



Keep your Head Up by Ben Howard for being such a great Idon'twanttorunanymore song.



Check Lists (and checking things off).



Long email conversations and sister bonding time.



Co-workers who are the bomb.com. Seriously. I got the best ones, in all of my jobs. 



Brother friends. 





































Dumpster diving and impulsive friends (I miss the college days. Sometimes.)



A whole pan of my mother's cinnamon rolls to myself. 



Steam rooms and hot tubs. And awkward stranger bonding time.






















Pictures from my niecephews. I hope we never stop writing each other notes. 


14 February 2014

Valentimes: throwback to that one day in Monterey






























two weeks and four days of fiancĂ©.
the best surprise.


congrats if you made it through all those pictures.
here's the obligatory Valentimes video as a reward.
cheers to all you lover and haters. may this hallmark holiday live long and prosper.


17 January 2014

Music Someday: NTB

always, always a sucker for these guys.
pretty stoked for the new album
(!!!)
here's a fun, new, foot stompin' song I've had on repeat (as usual).

12 January 2014

another day, another dollar

I feel like that's ^^^ been the theme of 2013. Did I mention I worked a lot? ha. 
It was a full year.


Some highlights (and random pictures that don't really have anything to do with anything):
Remembering that I am definitely not an academic and that school is not my thing as I took the Advanced EMT course...and passed. thankyouJesus. Bonus: making new friends.


Reuniting with Rio Grande do Sul, Brasil and learning about planning ministry trips with my brother. Also realizing that I am super thankful I have flexible and roll-with-the-punches relatives.

NYC on a 10 hour layover. I needed more time.

30 June when I got the heart stopping news of my friend's death in the Yarnell Hill Fire in Prescott, AZ. Still takes my breath away. Still marveling in how much God's grace is shown through it all. 



Summer, when I remembered how to steam milk for a latte and scoop up ice cream cones and was thankful for culture coming to visit me when I couldn't go to the world. Lots of late night dinners and chats and adventures because some of us don't work a 9-5'er. 


August, when my best friend and I decided that since we're like a really small gang, we should probably just be best friends forever. And by best friends forever, I mean letsgetmarriedandmakebabies. 

Getting my pals married off in KS. Oh, the blessedness of reunions. Oh, the nonsense of my college friends. Good timez. 


Atlanta, GA with my brother to take in a youth conference on the topic of suffering. So last minute, so, so good for the soul. Also, I got strep throat right before we came home... not the most pleasant traveling experience I have ever had. 


Utah with the fam bam for another wedding and more reunions and desert camping. Hurray road trips! Hurray for catch phrase around the fire with the nieces and nephews who are stalling bed time. Hurray for hammock sunrises and an impromptu Sunday service with our French Press before everyone parts ways.


Here it is 2014, and in the midst of wondering where the haystack last year went... I have come to the realization that winter is not my favorite thing. I also have been challenged to think about the New Year in light of MAKING LOVE YOUR AIM and SOME OTHER STUFF. Good thoughts.


And in true Anne of Green Gables, "Tomorrow is fresh with no mistakes" spirit, here's to 2014. Pursue Christ. Pursue Love. (and drink lots of coffee) 

13 December 2013

Music Someday: still a fav.



Just don't ask me why I haven't bought their new album yet... I have somehow managed to hold the album purchasing monster at bay.