Music in the air

The only thing that's knocked this out of my cd player lately has been this.

The former is someone I had never heard of until Bret included Skinny Love in a mix he gave me last summer. Then, once I got into (ok, obsessed by) Bon Iver, references to same started showing up everywhere, most notably (for me, anyway) on Swallowfield. I actually got chills, thinking that my favorite Maineartistmomblogger was listening to the same music as I was.

But these days we've been listening to the latter, Calexico, who will be at our own Tarrytown Music Hall on November 15. Tim and I will be listening both from inside eyebuzz on our cd player, and out on Kaldenberg Place, where the sounds of the Music Hall drift through the air and down the street to our little gallery.

It's pretty cool for us to witness the comings and goings of all the increasingly big-time artists who are playing the Music Hall. We don't get to actually go to any of those concerts, since, well, we're either home with our kids, or trying to lure ticket-holding-art-lovers into eyebuzz with wine and cheese. But we love that it's there, or, rather, Here. It's one of the things that makes Tarrytown not-your-runofthemill-suburban-cultural-wasteland.

That, and the galleries. Of course. Thanks for reading.

tt

p.s. While I'm on the subject of music, here's a little autumnlovesongdedication to the man in the house. 'Cause it's my blog and I can do what I want.