Today's joy is definitely obsessing over a band I discovered last fall and have been busy revisiting and rediscovering during my light-EI-catch-up-on-paperwork Tuesday.
The Steel Wheels are an Americana Folk band from the Shenandoah Valley, a place I called home for 5 years of college and grad school. Two of their members are actually residents of good ole Harrisonburg, VA. Something about their music and lyrics resonates with me and just makes me feel sooo so good. It's too bad that our society is far too Gaga and Glee obsessed to recognize and appreciate this kind of music with roots that are woven into the threads of southern culture.
Discovering, or rediscovering as the case may be, gems like The Steel Wheels has a way of reminding me of the little treasures that still exist in this world beneath the surface of all things shiny, plasticy, and temporary. To be honest though, maybe they are best kept safe under the protection of the synthetic and synthesized stylings of our favorite meat-donning pop stars and potty-mouthed rappers. It's kind of a nice feeling- like I am on to something that the rest of the world isn't quite privy to just yet.
The Steel Wheels are an Americana Folk band from the Shenandoah Valley, a place I called home for 5 years of college and grad school. Two of their members are actually residents of good ole Harrisonburg, VA. Something about their music and lyrics resonates with me and just makes me feel sooo so good. It's too bad that our society is far too Gaga and Glee obsessed to recognize and appreciate this kind of music with roots that are woven into the threads of southern culture.
Discovering, or rediscovering as the case may be, gems like The Steel Wheels has a way of reminding me of the little treasures that still exist in this world beneath the surface of all things shiny, plasticy, and temporary. To be honest though, maybe they are best kept safe under the protection of the synthetic and synthesized stylings of our favorite meat-donning pop stars and potty-mouthed rappers. It's kind of a nice feeling- like I am on to something that the rest of the world isn't quite privy to just yet.
I want to hold you like its winter
I want to warm you like its spring
And I want to kiss you like a stranger
Til the autumn comes again
So kiss me so sweetly
I'll kiss you so strong
I've got two hands to hold you,
Two feet to carry on.
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