Glen Phillips: Grief and Praise
I was browsing around YouTube, and found myself listening to a few songs by William Fitzsimmons, recorded at Paste Studios. From there, I happened to see a link to a few songs by Glen Phillips – also from Paste.
Hearing Phillips’ voice again was a very moving thing. I was a big fan of Toad the Wet Sprocket (still am), and listened to their albums a lot in the last year of high school, and into college.
Philips’ voice evokes for me a very specific time in my life. The feeling is almost palpable, visceral. As strong and as transportive as smell.
I have my share of specific songs that remind me of people, of relationships. Songs that are inexorably tied to a specific event. There are certain albums that define a certain phase of my life.
For me, Phillips’ voice has that same effect.
By the angel of death or the servants of change
In a floodwater tide without rancor or rage
Sing loud while you’re able in grief and in praise
Listening to Grief and Praise, I’m reminded how much I love Phillips’ lyrics. To me, it’s an indicator of a good song/songwriter when listening to them makes me want to learn the music, and to learn the words. To dust off my very dusty guitar, and to join them in singing.