Sufjan.

Sufjan Stevens at Metropolis in Montreal. 

A phenomenal and incredibly creative experience. 

Good Ole' Boys, an article by Bethany Oiler

A creative collaboration between myself and my dear friend Bethany which was inspired by an incredible musical experience. Enjoy!

Good Ole’ Boys

By: Bethany Oiler

                                              

I had not heard of The Punch Brothers the week prior to seeing them. However, since bluegrass tends to be where my heart lies, I knew that I was in for a good time. What I did not know was that I was in for an all around epic experience. The night ended with a personalized, informal interview with front man Chris Thile (thee-lee) himself- (Which you will reap the benefits from further down.) But, the night started with pulling into an empty field of the Pisgah Brewing Company in Black Mountain, NC.

Upon accidentally arriving at the right place, (hidden behind a metal barn, and accessible by an unmarked gravel road) my good friend and photographer Alyce, her adventure-seeking sister, Dena and myself made our way out of our cars- camping chairs in hand- towards the open field. The

twinkle-light covered ticket tent welcomed us with local hospitality and wristbands. Inside the fenced-in “auditorium”, we were received by local vendors, a hot dog stand, ($3 for all the toppings you’d ever want) and about five loyal fans. We were early. Then, there was the stage. Completely open and

raised up by giant wooden beams. It was soon to be transformed into a dreamy platform; host to some glorious sounds set beneath a starry night. 

Epic. 

Since we were early, we were able to experience the Pisgah Brewing Company. If you are not familiar with the Pisgah Brewing Company, I highly recommend you do some research. It houses nothing but certified organic brew. I had the Valdez; a coffee infused stout. Incredible. Guests and locals alike could enjoy the indoor/outdoor bar complete with fireplace, live music, and naturally, a plethora of beer.

With the local opening band starting up, we made our way back to the stage. By now, the field was crowding up with a mix of local country folk and hipsters alike. I never did catch the talented trio’s name- a mix of smooth jazz, folk, and Middle Eastern infused sounds that came oozing from the stage. Quite the opener. It was the first time I have ever seen or heard an electric banjo- with just an electric guitar and bass to accompany. They were delightful.

I’m ready for The Punch Brothers. So is everyone else. All of us crowd in towards the stage as their shadowy figures fasten themselves to their instruments. We all waited for the first sounds to take us over.

It was completely dark by the time they started playing. The sky was clear and the harvest moon was out. The band looked clean cut and tidy in their suits and ties, carrying themselves in the manner of true gentlemen. Upon encountering their gratitude and kindness from the stage, we found that this appearance reigned true to their character. True gentlemen. The whole evening was laced with each members wit and charm. These proved perfect companions to the perfectly crafted art of sound coming from the instruments in the hands of gentlemen.

Clear. Riveting. Smooth. Captivating. Flawless. Romantic. Heartbreaking. Raw. True.

Honest story telling. Essentially, just a good ole time. I’m an instant fan. Chris Thile’s lyrics are as heavy as lead on the subject of broken hearts and as light as air on the subject of good times.

I find myself trying to sing along. To say that the PB members have mastered their instruments and their sound is quite frankly, an understatement. This is one of the best live shows I’ve experienced. I’m truly captivated. The show comes to an end (after a small riot provoking an encore of course). ‘Rye Whiskey’ is the hit of the night- a song with an instant guarantee to put you in a good mood. Then, the sadness kicks in. The feeling of wanting more after experiencing something that has captivated ones attention so intensely. So, Alyce and I decided we really couldn’t leave without an interview.

We stationed ourselves at the side of the stage. Waiting to see what could come of it. Soon enough, Mr. Thile himself was heading our way. He was incredibly approachable and enthusiastic about letting us take up his time for an “informal” interview. I kept it short and sweet but he kindly obliged to answer all of my questions:

This was the first show for the roughly 4-month long PB tour. Chris Thile mentioned several times how much he loved coming to this part of the Carolinas. This is Thile’s second project, formerly singing lead vocals and playing the mandolin for the band Nickel Creek. Over time (Thile and violinist Gabe Witcher have been friends since childhood) the bluegrass rooted band started to take shape.

 The band members are as follows:

Chris Thile- mandolin, vocals

Noam Pikelny- banjo

Gabe Witcher- violin, vocals

Paul Kowert- bass, vocals

Chris Eldridge- guitar, vocals  

I asked Thile how he got his inspiration for the songs he writes. “I like to try and grab my mandolin first thing when I wake up…when your mind is still in another place...” This clearly has served PB well, with the whimsical genius of words and melodies that really do seem to come from a dream-like state of mind at times. (Check out The Blind Leaving the Blind)

I further asked him what was next in store for the members of PB. They are currently working on their third album which Thile describes will stay true to what they are already doing. Essentially, he stated, “…the same but better”Which will be fine with their fans I’m sure. The PB’s next stop was Virginia at another outdoor venue.

                                                        

Experiencing a Punch Brothers show is like sitting in the living room of a family full of musical prodigies. You just sit back, watch them have a good time doing what they do, while you real in a constant state of amazement. It was effortless. It was fun. It was real. There wasn’t just one moment that made this night unforgettable. It was a series of unexpected turns that came together to support an evening of great adventure, great beer, and great music. From the start, it was destined for greatness. The Punch Brothers won over my heart and kicked off a tour that I’m sure will leave everyone wanting more; and this definitely proved true for the people of Pisgah.

   

   

a beautiful beginning. DTS days 1.5

I arrived in Montreal monday evening after a a long drive and a few quick visits with my best friend, one of my dad's college friends, and my family in New Jersey. The immigration process wasn't nearly as terrifying as I had imagined it would be and thankfully I had no problems getting a "non-salaried religious workers visa." When we first pulled up to my brother's apartment, he ran out to meet us, gave me a big hug and said "welcome home." I spent the part of the week with my family, shopping, walking around the city, visiting a museum, and seeing friends. We threw my dad a surprise 50th birthday party (a month early...) with all our friends from up here, it was so wonderful, like a huge family reunion.

I moved into my apartment Thursday afternoon, and the DTS started Friday. We met at 8 am at the Jeunesse En Mission (YWAM) office at 8am to be given a task and to meet everyone. Our DTS has ten people from all over the world; 2 men from France, 2 men from Holland, 1 man from Brazil, 3 ladies from Canada (2 anglophones, 1 francophone), 1 lady from Switzerland, and me. The DTS staff gave each of a list of places and things around the city we needed to find and photograph, and a metro card. It seemed easy enough except they gave us no addresses and no map, and some of the places were pretty specific, for instance we had to photograph the 4th floor of one of the local libraries.

My partner was Jisca, a girl from Sherbrooke, a town about two hours from here. We managed to get find a handful of maps and metro maps and made a plan of the best way to find as many spots on the list. The first place we went to was pretty tricky, and we ended up wasting an hour and a half walking around aimlessly and waiting for a bus that never came. We decided after that to ask folks for help so we wouldn't waste so much time. We made it to about 7 spots before running into 3 other teams (who were chilling in the library). At that point we all decided that we were tired and wanted to take a break from the game so we all went to a little cafe and hung out until it was time to go to our rendezvous.

It was being forced to spend time figuring my way around the city, and even though it was just for a day I feel like I have a pretty good handle on the metro system. I've also enjoyed getting to know my group, everyone is from such different backgrounds and were all brought here by unique reasons circumstances. I've also spoken so much more french in just the past two days than I have in quite a while!

This morning (sat), one of the DTS staff members took a few of us to the Jean-Talon market, a HUGE farmers market with local produce, meats and cheeses, and pastry and bread shops. It was really fun! A few of us girls bought some produce for our apartment and did a little more exploring.

Thats all for now, things will really get rolling around here on Monday. Next week will be one of mostly orientation, and I believe we will begin studying Genesis together.

I really love this city.

Punch Brothers!

The Punch Brother playing in Black Mountain. This is possibly one of the most fun shows I've been to. An incredible article about this event by Bethany Oiler is coming soon!

Catching up...

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Amber

 The Lahouds

Welcome, welcome little one.

Dear world, meet my new friend Moses.

these beautiful days.

You may have noticed that the majority of my posts on this little blog are visual records of my journey's for your viewing pleasure. This is for two reasons, first because I like taking pictures. Its much easier for my to share my life visually. Secondly, because it takes me a while to work through my thoughts, at least verbally. I have to mull over things in my mind for a while before I know how to say it in words (which made writing papers a nightmare).

All that being said, I've been thinking about giving an update on what all has been going on in my world for quite a while, and I think its about time I do.

I moved back home after finishing up school in Jackson a month ago feeling exhausted and a discouraged. I had spent some time praying and asking the Lord to somehow show me that I was doing the right thing, that choosing to go to Montreal was really walking in his will. You see, deep down I have always had this feeling that whatever it is that I truly desire, the Lord desires the opposite for me. There have been times that He has asked me to give up certain things, and those were the times when being obedient has been the hardest. Of course, after the fact I see in some small way why he asked me to give those things up.. I know this is all really vague. Nonetheless, I came home feeling unsure and unsettled about a lot of things, and even paralyzed in some ways.

After being home for about two weeks I went to a small group that is a part of a local young adults community that I attend. I was in a room with ten or so people my age, mostly strangers, and everyone was sharing some things they were going through or dealing with. One girl was telling us about something in her life that the Lord had asked her to give up to him and how she was stepping out in faith. All of the sudden while she was speaking this uncomfortable and familiar feeling started welling up inside of me. I began to almost panic on the inside. I thought for sure the Lord was asking me let go of this dream, this desire to be a part of ywam in Montreal, I thought for sure he was going to take this opportunity away. I said a quick prayer in my heart, Okay Lord, if you really don't want me to go I'll let go of this too. As I was praying he almost interrupted me with one word:

Fear.

All the emotion, all the confusion I had been experiencing for the prior month or so had been fear. Not a holy, reverent fear of God, but I was afraid of his will for my life, and as a result I wasn't allowing myself to be vulnerable with him. In that moment he revealed to me a bondage that I had put myself in and released me from it. He began showing me that he wants me to submit this desire to him and trust him with it but not to be afraid of his will.

Its amazing what freedom does. Immediately feelings of anxiety started to dissipate and I began to get more excited for my next adventure than I had been in a while. In just the past few weeks I have grown to trust the Lord in a different way.

A few days later I was at a worship service that is part of a worship arts conference in town every year. A leader began speaking to us to let go of whatever it is that we were holding onto and give it up to God. It could be a sin, a fear or a dream, even a good dream, but sometimes we begin to love the dream more than the Lord. I was at that time truly able to release my desire to go to Montreal up to him without fear or reservation, but truly trusting it to him, trusting his faithfulness. God is so good. In the midst of all of this beautiful revelation I have also received some very timely encouragement from many dear friends about this season that I am in as I prepare to go to ywam in Montreal.

In the meantime, and on a more surface level, I have been doing some random photography work here and there and am looking forward to doing more of my own shooting (I just got some more film, which for me is like christmas), and started waiting tables at a local restaurant. Support raising has been somewhat slow going, although lately I have been encouraged to receive financial support from some unexpected places. If you feel called to support me you there is a link at the bottom of this blog page, Right now I still need about 2500 for my initial cost (needed by oct 1) and about 7000 total.

T-minus two months and counting. I can hardly wait.