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raven_cromwellThink I've joy-shrieked at some? of you about Ramin Karimloo's occasional forrays into what he dubbs "broadgrass"
Essentially, broadway showtunes--and a smidge of his own compositions--with new orchestrations that utilize the very best elements of bluegrass.
And now, he's got nearly an hour-long benefit concert up on his youtube channel, all devoted to this genre of music:
I'm still really. really struggling to find either joy or concentration, though I'm starting to see signs of both--spent some time outside today! and finished both Tara Westover and Anais Mitchell's recent books, which I wanna post about soon, in the last couple weeks. But everything's coming in little respites of forgetting-the-magnitude-of-grief time. This concert gave me the longest single-sitting respite I've had, barring some very patchy roleplay--my rp partner is officially best longsuffering human right now--. There's something both so profoundly beautiful and grief-soaked in Ramin's selections here, as though he refuses to look away from our current misery but is also determined to excavate its grace. And the nostalgia of the instruments I grew up on granting this music I came to love as a teen/young adult a kind of folk rhythm that makes it even richer always takes me back to so many of the musical tastes Mom and I shared, without quite the keen prick of loss of so many things.
If you find this concert as breathtaking as I did, Ramin's got a couple of short, "broadgrass" specific records: my favorite of which is The Road To Find Out: East.
Essentially, broadway showtunes--and a smidge of his own compositions--with new orchestrations that utilize the very best elements of bluegrass.
And now, he's got nearly an hour-long benefit concert up on his youtube channel, all devoted to this genre of music:
I'm still really. really struggling to find either joy or concentration, though I'm starting to see signs of both--spent some time outside today! and finished both Tara Westover and Anais Mitchell's recent books, which I wanna post about soon, in the last couple weeks. But everything's coming in little respites of forgetting-the-magnitude-of-grief time. This concert gave me the longest single-sitting respite I've had, barring some very patchy roleplay--my rp partner is officially best longsuffering human right now--. There's something both so profoundly beautiful and grief-soaked in Ramin's selections here, as though he refuses to look away from our current misery but is also determined to excavate its grace. And the nostalgia of the instruments I grew up on granting this music I came to love as a teen/young adult a kind of folk rhythm that makes it even richer always takes me back to so many of the musical tastes Mom and I shared, without quite the keen prick of loss of so many things.
If you find this concert as breathtaking as I did, Ramin's got a couple of short, "broadgrass" specific records: my favorite of which is The Road To Find Out: East.
