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Still a Little Bit of Your Song in My Ear

by Stephanie Michele (writer), Venice, December 18, 2006


Last weekend I had the pleasure of seeing, hearing and feeling Damien Rice in concert at the Orpheum Theatre in downtown Los Angeles. This concert will forever rank in my top five concert-going experiences. If the opportunity comes your way, I highly recommend checking out Damien Rice and his band in person not just for his amazing integrity in his craft but for the chance to find some peace in whatever makes you sad.

I have to admit my love for Damien’s music may be intensified by the manner and timing of which it was introduced to me. Every time I hear his voice or Lisa’s, (female vocalist in his band) I feel something, my heart drifts back in time where pieces of it still remain. Even though most will say his music is incredibly depressing, I don’t feel sad when I am listening to it. I feel alive and thankful I can feel so deeply about life, love and most importantly have the ability to feel all of those things with someone else. What is the saying, “Better to have loved than to never love at all?”

The best part about the evening was learning Damien is more than a talented songwriter and music composer who creates beautiful sad songs. He is a quirky and multi-dimensional man who is able to mock himself. I teared up, was turned on and released some soul cleansing laughs. In short, Damien took me on an emotional roller coaster and I enjoyed every part of the ride.

Although there are many of his songs I love and connect with, I am going to leave you with the lyrics to my personal favorite. I particularly love the last line.

CANNONBALL by Damien Rice

Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what's going on

Still a little bit of your ghost your witness
Still a little BIT of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer EACH DAY
Still I can't SAY what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer TO ME
So close that I can't see what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy
'Cause it's not hard to fall
And I don't WANNA scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna lose

It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know

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By V on December 18, 2006 at 03:33 am
Sometime in June, maybe July this year at Temple Bar in Santa Monica, this heavyish rock band finished launching its album. Accolades and celebratory drinks ensued in the front bar. Soon, this guy - not visible to the writhing, raucous mass in the main bar - started playing a lonely, acoustic set. A song or two passed and, over the din, I think to myself, "Who IS this dude who thinks he's Damien Rice?!" I wander out to the back room and who is it? It's Damien Rice (really), alone, spontaneously playing a few tunes to the four people in the room. This is what true artists do. They play because they are inspired to and they have to - albeit to an empty room. What a privilege for me, a fan. There are many, truly amazing artists whose works have marked monumental moments in my life. Jeff Buckley forever encapsulates the courtship of my Fiance and I back in 1995. Grace is the soundtrack to our union, two of our most important dates were seeing him live in very intimate concerts. Damien Rice, circa May 2005 marks my Finace & I parting ways. Don't worry, we reunited over Grant Lee Buffalo at Largo. Or no, was it Ray La Montagne's album "Trouble" in Mexico, November, 2005? Whatever the case, the point is, that the power of honest and unpretentious music, written with no concern for market whatsoever in mind, but the intent of utter-baring-of-the-soul and exorcism-of-past-to-face-the-future is significant in ways that we can barely explain. Music is EVERYTHING. Art is everything else. When they meet, for a moment, we are perfect and we look into the face of infinity. Any true music fan may not be able to explain to you, but will try to tell you that they have looked into eternity. And they won't be lying. Such moments are what I live for. So glad you got to see Mr. Rice, may you experience many, many, many more such magical moments where art moved mountains.
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By Stephanie Michele on December 18, 2006 at 10:32 am
Thank you for your comment. I too saw Ray LaMontagne...another great artist for sure...MUSIC like this is EVERYTHING!!
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