I’m Back!

It breaks my heart to see that my last post was in February.  I really wanted to finish 2015 out strong with a solid 52 weeks of continuous music review posts – but the overall project proved much tougher to stick with than I initially realized.

My boss went out on maternity leave, I sold my beloved Prius, and life got complicated – so as a result I have been short on inspiration and time to share my music finds with you all.  But in the meantime I have been keeping up with monthly reviews for EarToTheGround (ETTG) Music blog, and have had no shortage of great tunes for the daily drive.

I’m coming back strong – aiming for monthly reviews in the summer, not weekly – and hoping to finish up my 52 review goal and come up with a plan on how to reasonable maintain this going forward. My returning gift to you is this special review of a beautiful single from one of my favorite ETTG artists, Michael McArthur.  Hot off the presses, so listen and enjoy!  I’ll be back again soon.


“Goodbye Lover” by Michael McArthur

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When you’re waiting for a new album from an admired artist, it is always fun to learn about new singles released in the interim that keep you happy in the meantime.  “Goodbye Lover” was a nice surprise, recently recorded by Michael in L.A. with support from well-known producer Greg Wells and released to iTunes in April.  I had really enjoyed Michael’s full-length release “Magnolia” as well as his holiday cover of “Imagine”, so I knew this was a song I had to experience.

The song starts out really stripped down, basic guitars creating an arpeggio-type foundation to highlight Michael’s strengths as a vocalist (I would describe him as a slightly more sensitive Adam Levine).  A background feeling from reverb like wind chimes moves in and out, as he laments that “our light burned out too soon”.

Despite the heavy subject matter of heartbreak, this song has a memorable, light and easy-rolling chorus: “Goodbye lover, goodbye friend / We had a good run, but now we’ve reached the end / As for me, if you’re wondering /I’ll be countin’ all the days ‘till I see you again”.  Beautiful harmonies waft in and out, as well as rhythmic backing vocals on the emotional bits, pleading “Please don’t forget about me – I’m scared, I’m sorry.”

Slight drums à la Peter Gabriel chime in at the very end with a world-beat, islander feel.  And Michael’s voice really lets loose here – he is not afraid to let it wail for an effect that is wistful and soulful, vulnerable and broken.

Four minutes and two seconds goes by in a flash – too soon.  This track would be a treat for the listener who is already a fan, or an intriguing introduction to a talented new artist. Check it out!


Link to Audio on Michael’s Site:



In Memoriam: A Personal Perspective

If you look online today, or indeed, for many days to come – you will find a plethora of memorial pieces on David Bowie, extolling the virtues of his legacy, his work, his art, his fashion, his personas, his self.  I love all of this – and as I am unable to replicate any of it, I will not attempt to.

But I can share why Bowie’s passing means so much to me – and is giving me quiet pause today.  My older brother might fact-check my timeline, but I think – I think David Bowie is almost solely responsible for my own love of rock.

I first discovered Bowie’s recordings via tiny audio clips in Microsoft Encarta on my parent’s new Pentium processor (we were just entranced by this technical functionality).   I was 10 or 11 at the time, and my conservative parents didn’t want us listening to music that wasn’t instrumental, so naturally I was hooked on Bowie’s magnetic appearance and dramatic voice!

I had always followed my big brother around asking nerdy questions about Star Wars, earth science, Medieval history, classic children’s literature… but now I asked him about music – not just David Bowie, but about any rock music that came up.  What are you playing on your guitar? (Nirvana).  Who is Stevie Ray Vaughan? (Awesome).  And so on… but Bowie’s music always stuck with me, and he became a favorite artist:

  • I remember when CMU played nearly all of  The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust album between sets an an  Elliot Smith show (it was truly the perfect setting and tons of fun).
  • I remember making a lifelong friend in college almost exclusively because of our mutual admiration for Bowie – I still imagine her singing the harmonies to “Starman” whenever I hear it.
  • I remember rejecting the character of the fictitious Brian Slade from Velvet Goldmine, because Jonathan Rhys Meyers just wasn’t as cool as the real Bowie.
  • I remember when my brother invited me to sing the backing vocals to his band’s cover of “Little China Girl” at one of his live shows.
  • I remember missing the Bowie concert in Pittsburgh (with deep regret) because $75 seemed like a small fortune when I made my money $2 at a time as a waitress.
  • I remember singing my heart out to a second-hand Ziggy Stardust cassette, in the first (and only) beater car that my parents gave me.

Small things really – but just examples of how Bowie is more than a stack of albums or even a fashion icon to so many.  In my own life his art was the start of my love affair with rock n’ roll, and a way to connect with friends and make memories over the last 23 years.  RIP, and thank you, DB. 🙂