Hey internet that likes the music I like: Archive.org has a full Gregory Alan Isakov set you can download, from a music festival in Colorado earlier this year. I’m kind of particular about the audio quality of live recordings, and I think it sounds nice.
The tracks aren’t named, so here’s the set list:
emilytuscaboosa asked: So it's really interesting to me when I read your blog name as Arlette Rocks. I don't know who Arlette is, or if I'm reading it right, but it reminds me of my godmother, Arletta, who practically helped raise me, and who is probably dead, but we haven't heard from her since I was 8, and it's interesting because of reasons.
You read it correctly! My name’s Arlette. It’s a pretty uncommon name in the states, so if anyone’s known anyone ever by a similar name, it tends to shake a story or two loose when they hear mine.
My favorite was someone who said “I knew an Arlette once!” and got this faraway look on the top half of his face, while while a distinct smirk sneaked across the rest of it.
"… She was trouble."
Back in November, we recorded Gregory Alan Isakov and friends playing a few songs the day after their gig in Saltaire. This is the final song from that session, taken from his recently released album, The Weatherman.
Let’s talk about how much I love Gregory Alan Isakov, and this song, and this gorgeous performance, and everything.
My opinions, let us share them.
I love this so hard, from the crazy-eye in panel ten to the rib-cracking hug in panel twelve to the eyebrows in panel three to the way it breathes when it sleeps. It is totally not making me *SNORF* *HUFF* *SNIFFFFFFFF*
… tear up a little.