We are like pendulums
Our arms swinging at our sides
And I am a good little clock
Walking along, paralyzed
I'm thinking like a swinging door
I'm hinging on these changing thoughts
Between the pull up to the shore
And the push off
I saw Sarah Harmer live preceding a Barenaked Ladies concert a few years ago. She was the first opening act, even before The Proclaimers (“I would walk 500 miles” cum Shrek). Of course, the crowd was antsy having not even known there were three acts to sit through; the ticket only mentioned two. I not-listened along with everyone else, but her set ended with a haunting song, “Lodestar.” The song was a story with beautiful imagery accompanied by a muted trumpet.
Somehow I actually got the song downloaded a month or two later (excerpt below). Until recently, this was the only song I had ever listened to from Harmer. That changed as I downloaded her newest album, All of Our Names. Very good stuff. A purchase is forthcoming.
And again this reminds me of the female artist renaissance that occurred in my life several years ago. Previously I just never latched on to any female singers/songwriters. Then came Lauryn Hill, leading to Jill Scott, Erykah Badu, Alicia Keys, Nelly Furtado, Nellie McKay, etc. Some of my favorite musicians are now women, and I’m not complaining.