First Listen: Cavalier by James Vincent McMorrow

Cracker of a song! Also, props to G-trav, always enjoy his posts over at “i heard a song today.” Dig it.

i heard a song today

A few years back James Vincent McMorrow released an album that received a fair bit of justified love. It was quite unabashedly a folk album, recorded in a few months of solitude  in a cabin in Ireland. Yes, I know that in this post-Bon Iver epoch, such narratives are now sneered at, but he seems like an earnest guy. One thing that just about anyone could say of McMorrow is that his voice is sublime. Another things is that his surname sounds like a McDonalds campaign suggesting you should make dinner plans a day early: ‘have a day off, have a McMorrow.’

I didn’t actually buy his first album, but a mate claimed the songs weren’t great. I have listened to it though, and it seemed like something I’d be very interested in listening to somewhat regularly for a short-to-moderate period of time. But forget the old album, Twitter…

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So God made a farmer

 

 

So God made a farmer.

There’s something about this ad that is just beautiful. It’s so simple. Old-school voice-over with awesome pictures beneath. The audio is from 1978 – Paul Harvey, an American radio presenter, delivered a speech at a farming convention.

One of the reasons it is so powerful is that it inspires. It inspires to see hard work as honourable and admirable. It makes you want to stop fooling around and just do it. Integrity, dedication, love and care are all showcased here. It’s humbling. And I have found it a challenge to me in my faith. We are to work hard, to keep going, to show endurance. We should show determination, courage and integrity, yet be tender and nurturing. We aren’t to give up, or have time off from serving God. We are to just do it. God’s work is better than farming. We should work harder and longer, be more invested, give our lives to this work more than any farmer.

And when I have a son, I hope that he can see a life of hard work and service. I pray that he will look up to me, and not see the job as something too rough or tough or draining. I pray that he will want to do what I have done, because that is the best thing in the world to do.

I came across this post from a while ago, and was reminded of the challenge. I thought I’d share it again.

These Same Hands

“But while we are confined to books, though the most select and classic, and read only particular written languages, which are themselves but dialects and provincial, we are in danger of forgetting the language which all things and events speak without metaphor, which alone is copious and standard. Much is published, but little printed. The rays which stream through the shutter will no longer be remembered when the shutter is wholly removed. No method nor discipline can supersede the discipline of being forever on the alert. What is the course of history, or philosophy, or poetry, no matter how well selected, or the best society, or the most admirable routine of life, compared with the discipline of looking always at what is to be seen? Read your fate, see what is before you, and walk on into futurity.”

–Thoreau – Walden  (Emphasis mine)

 “Be watchful, stand firm…

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