Matthew Clanahan; ISFJ; 25-year-old graduate student; Learning Support Specialist and adjunct instructor at Three Rivers College; Bachelor's of Science in Mass Media/Radio with a minor in math from Southeast Missouri State University; Apple enthusiast; total geek; coffee connoisseur; flannel lover, multiple-instrument musician; drummer for Berlin Airlift; caffeine addict; LGBT ally; Christ follower; ordinary radical

Better half: sydthekiddd

Interests: peace, love, equality, people, social justice, human rights, feminism, music, vinyl records, lyrics, quotes, art, poetry, films, books, technology, coffee, tea, demilitarization, sustainability, community, community development, community gardening, historic preservation, Jesus, theology, orthodoxy, heterodoxy

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I listen to a lot of music.

I spend a bit too much time swooning over pictures on Tumblr of people I find attractive.

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hannibalsmusic:

Vivaldi, Cello Concerto, for cello, strings & continuo in E minor, RV 409: Movement 3

Emil Klein, Hamburg Orchestra

daysandhours:

This is God’s Country : Southern Gothic

Music for the days when you believe in God, the Devil, and dark banjo licks. Stomp your feet, clap your hands, and string your fiddle, because it’s time to down that whiskey and sing your song. This may be God’s country, but there are demons living here. The South is full of blood, blues, and belles, and there ain’t a soul alive that can remember otherwise.

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Omg, so much southern gothic music. I can’t wait to listen to all of this. Thanks, Elli!
the-music-mixer:

God’s Gonna Cut You Down || A southern gothic mix

The Lord’s gonna come for your first born sonHis hair’s on fire and his heart is burningSo go to the river where the water runsWash him deep where the tides are turning

This isn’t no land of comfort. The earth is tired, and she heaves her rattling breaths through the dry grass. Dust hangs like a shroud on your shoulders and settles on the scuff of your shoes. Here, there’s religion in the cracked pages of Scripture and in the rim of a whiskey bottle. Our father who art in Heaven, He’s got a harsh heart. There’s bad blood in the bible; sins are not forgiven here, they are only absolved once the dues are paid. Here, grizzled men exhale their souls in cigarette smoke as they idle on the porch. Their venom is inside of slow smiles, as smooth as molasses. Here, women are sunken-eyed; they’ve got cleavers tied to their apron strings, vengeful and weary, faces hewn out of scrap iron. Nothing really lives here. The hoot owl whistles in the old cemeteries by dusk, but the real burial grounds are elsewhere- men find their graves at the bottom of the river, at the deepest hour of night. May they rest in sin indeed.

Don’t you lift him, let him drown aliveThe good Lord speaks like a rolling thunderLet that fever make the water riseAnd let the river run dry

Blood On My Name- The Wright Brothers
Grounds For Divorce- Elbow
David- Noah Gundersen
Maneater- Blue-Eyed Blondes
Bottom Of The River- Delta Rae
Bartholomew- The Silent Comedy
Nothing But The Water, Pt. 1- Grace Potter & the Nocturnals
Rolling In On A Burning Tire- The Dead Weather
99 Problems (Jay-Z Cover)- Hugo
Beat The Devil’s Tattoo- Black Rebel Motorcyle Club
God’s Gonna Cut You Down- Johnny Cash
Raise Hell- Brandi Carlisle
Chop and Change- The Black Keys
Awake O Sleeper- The Brothers Bright
"Let no man bring me harm, I bear the marks of Jesus."

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the-music-mixer:

God’s Gonna Cut You Down || A southern gothic mix

The Lord’s gonna come for your first born son
His hair’s on fire and his heart is burning
So go to the river where the water runs
Wash him deep where the tides are turning

This isn’t no land of comfort. The earth is tired, and she heaves her rattling breaths through the dry grass. Dust hangs like a shroud on your shoulders and settles on the scuff of your shoes. Here, there’s religion in the cracked pages of Scripture and in the rim of a whiskey bottle. Our father who art in Heaven, He’s got a harsh heart. There’s bad blood in the bible; sins are not forgiven here, they are only absolved once the dues are paid. Here, grizzled men exhale their souls in cigarette smoke as they idle on the porch. Their venom is inside of slow smiles, as smooth as molasses. Here, women are sunken-eyed; they’ve got cleavers tied to their apron strings, vengeful and weary, faces hewn out of scrap iron. Nothing really lives here. The hoot owl whistles in the old cemeteries by dusk, but the real burial grounds are elsewhere- men find their graves at the bottom of the river, at the deepest hour of night. May they rest in sin indeed.

Don’t you lift him, let him drown alive
The good Lord speaks like a rolling thunder
Let that fever make the water rise
And let the river run dry

  1. Blood On My Name- The Wright Brothers
  2. Grounds For Divorce- Elbow
  3. David- Noah Gundersen
  4. Maneater- Blue-Eyed Blondes
  5. Bottom Of The River- Delta Rae
  6. Bartholomew- The Silent Comedy
  7. Nothing But The Water, Pt. 1- Grace Potter & the Nocturnals
  8. Rolling In On A Burning Tire- The Dead Weather
  9. 99 Problems (Jay-Z Cover)- Hugo
  10. Beat The Devil’s Tattoo- Black Rebel Motorcyle Club
  11. God’s Gonna Cut You Down- Johnny Cash
  12. Raise Hell- Brandi Carlisle
  13. Chop and Change- The Black Keys
  14. Awake O Sleeper- The Brothers Bright

"Let no man bring me harm, I bear the marks of Jesus."

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altarandhour:

mewithoutYou—The Soviet

Whatever’s charming disappears,
while all things lovely only hurt my head

god is love & love is real

Oh, wake up, sleepers, and rise from the dead!

I am totally obsessed with this song today:

I was trembling with gooseflesh
First time I prayed to speak in tongues
I saw it comin’ and I tried to run
But now I make it up as I go along

Do I drive around with my high beams on?
Do I ever watch the road?
I store my thoughts in other people’s heads
Then I question what they know

The rain falls on the animals
The wind blows up the dirt
Climb the rock, make a home in the cleft
Keep a record of the earth

On a crowded city sidewalk
Or in the wilderness alone
The crowd of witnesses hover above you
Like a pillar of smoke
Singing stories, whispering jokes

So the rain falls on the animals
The wind blows up the dirt
I climb the rock, I make my home in the cleft
And I keep a record of the earth
I keep a record of the earth
And I write it down for what it’s worth
For what it’s worth

Youngest Son: All Souls' Day EP

Attention, music lovers:

My friend Steve Slagg just released his new Youngest Son EP, titled All Souls’ Day. I’ve had the privilege of listening to it for a month or so now, and I absolutely love the music Steve is making. For those who don’t know:

Youngest Son is the songwriting project of Steve Slagg, who grew up playing Chopin and hymns on the piano and listening to his sister’s chick-rock mixtapes on a tiny portable boombox with rainbow colored buttons. Son of a Methodist minister and an elementary school teacher, Steve spent his adolescence cruising his rural Missouri hometown and blasting Rufus Wainwright’s Want One from his car stereo. Youngest Son’s music is all about contradiction.

According to Steve, “All Souls’ Day is a fully cooperative sister EP to All Saints’ Day (by far one of my favorite albums of 2012—if you haven’t heard it yet, you might want to consider listening to it first). On All Souls’ Day,Steve is joined by his friends Allison Van Liere, Blade Barringer, and Lee Ketch (Mooner), who help provide covers of a couple songs from All Saints’ Day in addition to an instrumental track, a hymn, and a solo version of the very first song Steve ever wrote.

All in all, this EP, and its sister album, form one of the most impressive projects I’ve ever experienced—and experience is the right word.  Youngest Son don’t just make music; they make art. From the beautiful illustrations designed by Van Liere to the full-text lyrics accompanied by the background descriptions of each song, the web design alone is a testament to the artistry of everyone involved. Combined with Steve’s innovative arrangements and instrumentation, Youngest Son creates art that you don’t want to miss.

Best of all, Steve has once again opted to make the EP available for free. If you’re in a rush, simply click on the above link and download the tracks; however, I highly recommend you stick around and dig into the illustrations, lyrics, and track descriptions available only online. And, once again, ICYMI, don’t forget the incredible album, All Saints’ Day, which All Souls’ Day complements in every way.

Oh, and if you like it? Don’t just tell me and your friends (although, I think you should do that, too)… Let Steve know by sending him a tip through NoiseTrade.

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This is my final act, so I’ll need your full attention
And for my final trick I’ll make everyone who loves me disappear
But I won’t know how to bring them back

(Source: sometimesnina)

"Anthem" - Five Iron Frenzy

A nation stands with heart in hand
To sing their anthem proudly
Voices raised to sing their praise
Of their hollow country

All this talk of freedom
And some talk of liberty
From your plastic podium
You try and convince me

I can’t fall anymore
For some silver-tongued song
Your freedom isn’t free
So let me say what freedom means to me

I can’t see red, white, and blue waving in the air
I don’t hear the bombs bursting and I don’t even care
I’m sorry for my lack of faith
I’m not the greatest patriot
If this is all there is to freedom I don’t want it

I can’t fall anymore
For some silver-tongued song
Your freedom isn’t free
So let me say what freedom means to

Pushing us a drug that you call freedom and democracy
Promise us that selfishness is the means for happiness
I burned that bridge so long ago that I can hardly see
Anything but solace in what freedom means to me

I can’t fall anymore
For some silver-tongued song
Freedom isn’t free
So let me say what freedom means to

It cannot mean to serve ourselves
That doesn’t mean a thing
It doesn’t mean to give the license
To seek ourselves in anything
That would be a slavery to ourselves—it isn’t free
Jesus Christ, the only thing that freedom means to me.

munkie-poo:

Descendents - ‘Merican

It only seems appropriate.

We flipped our finger to the king of England

And stole our country from the Indians

With God on our side and guns in our hands

We took it for our own

Built a nation dedicated to liberty

Justice and equality

Does it look that way to you?

It doesn’t look that way to me
The sickest joke I know

Listen up, man
I’ll tell you who I am
Just another stupid American
You don’t wanna listen
You don’t wanna understand
So finish your drink and go home

I come from the land of Ben Franklin

Twain and Poe and Walt Whitman

Otis Redding, Ellington

The country that I love

But it’s a land of the slaves and the Ku Klux Klan

Haymarket riot and the Great Depression

Joe McCarthy, Vietnam

The sickest joke I know

I’m proud and ashamed

Every Fourth of July

You got to know the truth

Before you say that you got pride

Now the cops got tanks
‘Cause the kids got guns

Shrinks pushin’ pills on everyone

Cancer from the ocean

Cancer from the sun

Straight to hell we go

"With God on Our Side" - The Homeless Gospel Choir

With God on our side
We could all be millionaires
Buy a fancy car
Pollute the earth, pollute the air
With God on our side
We can do whatever we want

With God on our side
We can go to war
Take your oil, take your land
Take it all, and still want more
With God on our side
We don’t have to be responsible

We’ll occupy your country
And we’ll spread democracy
Build a mall and let your family in
So your family can be free
We’ll do it all in the name of liberty
And everything’ll turn out fine
As long as you agree

With God on our side
We’ll defend our homes
Send the poor back to where they came from
And offer them a fixed rate loan
With God on our side
We’ll never have to apologize

With God on our side
We’ll keep you from being gay
Make the blacks work for free
Keep the immigrants at bay
With God on our side
We’ll never have to help anyone

With our guns we’ll show you peace
You will starve while we feast
From the greatest to the least
In the belly of the beast
Where our greed is your disease
And you’ll spend life on your knees
And you’ll cry and beg and plead
For a moment of relief
Where there are no books you read
Then we’ll burn down all your trees
We’ll take everything and then we’ll leave
And we’ll do it all with God on our side
We’ll do it all with God on our side
These colors don’t run or hide
When you’ve got God on your side

Three Shades of Grey by The Homeless Gospel Choir on Spotify

matthewclan:

Three shades of grey, three shades of grey,
Votin’ don’t mean nothin’ in this country nowadays,
As long as we’ve got wars to fight and die in…

1983, 1984, yesterday, tomorrow, and then the year before,
There’s nothing you can do that they can’t see.

Republican, Democrat, the left and the right
Are all in bed with each other
In the middle of the night.
It’s all the same as long as you can learn to live in fear.

NPR, Fox News, CNN, and NBC
Are all selling you something,
Telling you how to believe.
It takes a lot of work to think for yourself.

Sign up and go to college,
Sign up and go to war,
Killin’ for your country,
Education for the poor.
It’s a high price to pay if you’re gonna feel “normal”.

Three shades of grey, three shades of gray,
Votin’ don’t mean nothin’ in this country nowadays,
And I wonder if it ever meant anything in the first place.