Whenever I hear the song of a bird
Or look at the blue, blue sky,
Whenever I feel the rain on my face
Or the wind as it rushes by,
Whenever I touch a velvet rose
Or walk by our lilac tree,
I'm glad that I live in this beautiful world
Heavenly Father created for me.

He gave me my eyes that I might see
The color of butterfly wings.
He gave me my ears that I might hear
The magical sound of things.
He gave me my life, my mind, my heart:
I thank him reverently
For all his creations,
Of which I'm a part.
Yes, I know Heavenly Father loves me.

THE SUNDAY SOUND: September 25, My Heavenly Father Loves Me.
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This is officially Ghostland Observatory week.

My roommate Amy and I went to see Ghostland Observatory play at the House of Blues in Boston on Thursday. I recently introduced her to the way frontman Aaron Behrens MOVES HIS BODY (at which time she became instantly hooked). The show was incredible. We got beer poured all over us, were forced to smell super stinky dreadlocks, and I got molested (some dude started kissing my neck), but yes. Incredible. Ever since the show, Amy and I have been listening to Ghostland non-stop. We even stole away from our multiple ward campout over the weekend to rock out in my car. Click that MOVES HIS BODY link and you'll understand.

I saw GLO for the first time in 2005 (I believe?) at Gallery Lombardi in Austin. It was a private party at a tiny venue and I don't remember how my friends and I ended up there (one of your boyfriends had work in the gallery? some random work friend? car died right in that spot?). Whatever it was, it was the greatest luck of all time. I've been a (non-slutty) groupie ever since.

Today's sixty seconds of sound does not resemble their music, but I composed it from super manipulated snippets of Ghostland Observatory's best songs.

THE SUNDAY SOUND: September 18, Observing Ghostland Observatory.
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Have any of you read Cupcake Brown's memoir A Piece of Cake? My roommate Amy recommended it. Anita, my other roommate, recently downloaded the audio book. Among umpteen other personal traumas, Cupcake's biological father threw her to the wolves as a tot. She turned to prostitution and drugs amidst years of abuse from the strangers she was forced to live with. Cupcake finally catches a break and inherits $25k. Papa Dearest decides this is a good time to reconnect with his beloved daughter. Of course.

Enter the greatest audio book recording I've ever heard. As I listened to Cupcake absolutely RIPPING into her father, it struck me: "You know, if I took out some of this personal narrative and the few mentions of the word 'father', I could easily create the most heroic telling-off-your-ex piece ever!"

Without further ado, I present today's sixty seconds of sound: a cathartic berating of all crappy exes. Though the angry curse words did add a lovely element, I used a signal generator to bleep out the worst of it. Oh, and an apt karaoke tune.

THE SUNDAY SOUND: September 11, (Don't Want to Be) Close to You.
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