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3/10 – Hotel Indigo

mattbigelow — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 03:04:57 +0000

Date: Wednesday the 10th

Time: 8:30pm

Venue: Hotel Indigo, on West End

In the round with Melissa VanFleet and Brittany Moses

National Underground Acoustic show

moriah — Mon, 22 Feb 2010 04:33:14 +0000

Comfortable

moriah — Sun, 21 Feb 2010 19:55:26 +0000

Here is a video of my song ‘Comfortable’ from the 2/5/10 show at the National Underground. Hope you like it!

Rough take off…

moriah — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 23:33:05 +0000

So…2010 welcomed me with a few unexpected bumps in the road. It seemed every week I was being thrown from the comfort of what I had thought my new year would look like. But, I don’t want to dwell on or give power to my bad January by detailing every last misfortune on here. So instead, I am looking forward to my trip to New York this weekend! I am going to play a show at a great venue right in the city on friday night, and then spend the rest of the weekend taking in the scene! So far, the month of February is already looking more promising than it’s predecessor. After all, in my experience, some of my most interesting and best trips come after a rough take off.

Check back in for Video’s from my show and the happenings from the rest of the weekend.

Moriah

Video from Loudhouse

mattbigelow — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 16:14:06 +0000

2/5 – The National Underground, NY City

mattbigelow — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 19:01:11 +0000

Date: February 5th, 2010

Time: 8:45pm

Venue: The National Underground (159 E. Houston St., New York)

Cover: $10

If you, or anyone you know, are hanging out in New York this February, come out and see Moriah’s first show in the big city!

1/20 – Loudhouse Coffee

mattbigelow — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 18:55:02 +0000

Date: January 20th, 2010

Time: 7:00pm

Venue: Loudhouse Coffee (2427 highway 41 south, Greenbrier, Tennessee 37073)

Cover: $10

Come join Moriah, Brittany Moses, Libby Weaver and more for a great night of music!

12/11 Richard’s Cafe

moriah — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 16:12:14 +0000

Date: December 11th, 2009 (Friday)

Time: 6:15-7:15pm

Venue: Richard’s cafe, a great little Cajun place off of Whites Creek, just 10 mins North of downtown

I’m playing a full hour of originals, and maybe a Christmas song or 2:)! See you all there!

Moriah

12/10 Words and Music Writers Night

moriah — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 16:06:08 +0000

Date: December 10th, 2009 (Thursday)

Time: 6-9pm

Venue: Richard’s cafe, a great little Cajun place off of Whites Creek, just 10 mins North of downtown

This will be a night of great songwriters, all of which volunteer for the Words and Music program at the Country Music Hall of Fame. It will be a good mix of genres and personalities, should be fun!
Moriah

Some Things

moriah — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 01:35:48 +0000

With the best of intentions, I purchased some re-usable grocery bags from the store a while back, to cut down on excess waste. Unfortunately, these bags only make it back to the store with me when I shop about 40% of the time, resulting in a stockpile of large paper bags under my sink anyway. While this annoys me, all the extra bags came in handy today when I was about to head out the door to go sign the title of my old Taurus over, and realized I would be needing to remove all of my belongings from the car.

I listened to music and enjoyed the smooth ride of my new, zippy little car all the way to the shop. It’s so nice to finally be driving something that doesn’t moan and groan and overheat every time I get in it. The last of those things is what finally did the Taurus in, and left it worth only the parts.

When I got there, the service man had me sign the title and handed me my old keys. “Here, “ he said, “let me know if you need any help. It’s over on the far side of the parking lot, next to the dumpster.” …Of course I thought.

As I starting walking across the lot with an armload of paper bags, I saw the old Green Machine sitting out there by itself. Everything about that car is familiar to me. The curve of the hood, the clunk when it unlocks, the snap of the door handle, the scent when I open the drivers side door. By the time I had the door open, I was surprised by a well of tears that seemed to come up from the deepest part of my gut and overcome me. Despite all of the trouble it has given me, it has been my most constant companion since I moved to Tennessee. Helping me move 4 times, taking me to and from school, on little road trips around the south, on drives to clear my head after an argument, to airports, new friend’s houses, and countless gigs. It has heard me mumble out strings of lyrics before they were a song, and some of my most intimate conversations. It knows things about me no one else knows, and has literally traveled the same road I’ve taken through the last five years. I know that five years is not long compared to some people’s relationships with their vehicles, but the last five years for me have been some of the most impactful years of my life.

I suddenly felt guilty for talking so badly about it every time it blew up on me and after it finally kicked the bucket. I felt guilty for being excited about my newer, prettier car and loving it so soon after the death of the Taurus. And mostly I felt guilty for being too broke, and having no desire, to try one last time to revive it as I’ve done so many times before. Settled in my tears, I went through five years of things that have traveled with the Taurus, throwing away the junk and filling the paper bags with the baggage I would be carrying forward with me in the new car.

As I pulled out of the dark lot, I had a melancholy weight on my chest. Some things last and some things don’t. Some of the things that are broken and beyond repair are the same things that feel the most comfortable. Some things are shiny and new enough to keep our attention, and some are most appreciated when we realize they are gone. Some things simply get you from point A to point B, and some become extensions of the experiences they help you travel through. If nothing else, my Taurus was definitely something.

In loving memory of my green Taurus, 1999-2009. It’s been real.