Friends, if you're going to dream,dream big.
Yesterday, I saw this photo on Eddie Vedder's Facebook page. A big thank-you to whoever runs that page. This photo makes me happy.
The man on the left is Glen Hansard. If you don't know who he is, go look him up. Better yet, go rent Once. Then download the soundtrack. Then listen to it as often as your hurting heart can handle it.
Eddie Vedder and Glen Hansard are going to do some shows together in Europe. Damn you, Europe, you get all the good stuff, don't you? The crumbly old buildings, the great museums, the cool accents, the liberal attitude toward female body hair.
Here's a shaky YouTube video of the two of them singing Glen's song "Falling Slowly."
No shit, no roses.
I'm going to have to remember that. Some days I say, "It's been one of those days." One of these days, I hope to have not quite so many of those days.
I called this month of blog posts "The Happiness Challenge" because happiness is, in fact, a challenge. It is not easy. It is not a given. It's a choice. Some days I'd rather choose the dark and bitter joys of wallowing.
But perhaps all of the "one of those days" are the fertilizer for a rosy future.
Anyway, back to Eddie Vedder. That man's voice is roses, people. I adore the sound of him singing (plus he's adorable in that slacker/hipster/effortless way that I find totally sexy).
I love his version of this song. If you could wear out an iPod like a vinyl record, I'd have already worn mine out on this:
Three years ago, I had the Pearl Jam song Better Man as my ringtone. I don't anymore for reasons that are simple yet complicated and briefly explained in Chapter One of my book that may, one day, see the light of day. Now I just have a normal old ring.
Not so long ago, I found this video online of a Pearl Jam performance of Better Man from 2006. I love the way the crowd starts belting the song out as soon as they hear those few opening chords.
It's not all plaid flannel angst up in here. (Note: Eddie doesn't really wear plaid flannel anymore.) Erin sent me this video several weeks ago. "Eddie Vedder is charming, talented, fantastic..." Too funny.I've written about my Sorry for Myself playlist before. It, of course, includes some Pearl Jam. "Just Breathe" is No. 5 on the playlist.
I love this song. It makes me cry every time. I guess that's not very happy, but it helps when I'm mucking about through the fertilizer, when I'm wishing that I hadn't said what I said, that instead I'd said, "Stay. Let's just breathe." That maybe things could be different.
Here's to accepting the challenge that faces us all every day. Here's to finding the right set of songs for whatever the day might bring.
No shit, no roses.
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