Uhwarrie Mountain Run.
I had tried to get into this race the past few years — the 8 miler or the 20, but never registered in time. The race typically fills up in 20- 30 minutes. Due to a registration snafu, I got into the 20 miler twice this year. I wasn’t sure I’d be ready to run 40, and thought 20 would be plenty. For a while I thought I might give one of the entries to my sister. But I also was looking for a reason to run the 40, and when she had plans come up, things fell into place. All of the old Triangle AR guys were in the 40, and I’ve been running pretty well, so I thought why not go for it. I could just use the ultra-shuffle to go that distance, right?
The trail and race is notoriously rugged. Here is an elevation profile:

I’ve run some on the northern section (mile 0-5 or so), though not a whole lot on the trail as we were practicing for a Rogaine, and I had backpacked from the souther end solo last year (miles 20 to 5), so I knew what I was getting into. Lots of steep climbs, stream crossings, many with no bridges, some without stepping stones, etc.
The week prior Kelly and Reece had not been feeling well. I used Airbornne all week to try and stay healthy, but the night before the race I got a tickle in my throat, my nose started running, and I just didn’t have much energy. I went to bed at 8:30 but couldn’t really fall asleep until closer to 10:00. Luckily on race day I woke not feeling very sick after all.
I woke up at 3:52 a.m., 3 minutes before my alarm was due to go off. I got up, made coffee, got dressed, forced down some oatmeal (I hate to eat that early), and I was out the door by 4:20 or so.
The 90 minute drive to Uhwarrie went by quickly as I jammed to some genius play-list, though I can’t for the life of me recall what song I seeded it with. None-the-less it was good music and kept me awake.
I arrived at the Church shuttle parking lot a few minutes after 6 a.m. This year, with the amount of rain we’ve had, the forrest service did not want us parking at the start, which is really a trail head with very minimal parking anyway. I went in to the church to use the facilities, gathered up the gear I wanted, threw on some body glide in the appropriate placeds, got in the shuttle bus, and was at the start by 6:30.
After I quick check-in, I attached my race number to my shorts, made some final gear selection, and hung out. I ran into Charlie and met Sultan, whose blog I have followed for a while… Here is a link to his race report.
A couple minutes after 7:00 we headed to the road to listen to last minute instructions. Due to the amount of rain and high streams, some of the crossings on the southern section were deemed too dangerous and we were told that at mile 14 we would have to leave the trail and run a gravel road to the turn-around. This cut 6 miles of difficult trail out and put in 5 miles of relatively easy road running in, thus shortening the 40 mile run to 38 and making it a bit easier. We were also told that depending on conditions they may elect to call the run at 20, which would have been a major disappointment!
Just before the start I decided I should ditch my top layer, a mid weight wool shirt, and just keep my even lighter weight wool base shirt on. As I ran the 30 meters back to my bag I heard “Get Set! Go!” Uh-oh, here I am starting the race in last place! No worries though in a 40 miler, in which my goal is to 1st finish, and then finish in under 10 hours. (The 10 hours was before the course modifications had been put in place.)
The first 50 meters or so is on the paved road up to a short double track trail that then climbs a few hundred feet, before you hit the single track. I passed some folks on the climb up before we hit the single track, and then settled into an easy pace, passing a few people here and there as the trail permitted. About 3 miles in I dashed past a pack of 6 or so to get some separation so I could do my own thing.
From mile 4 – 9 or so, I ran with Shannon and we talked about a bunch of things, which passed the time. She had a camera and took a few photos of me, which I’ve included in this post.
Between 4 and 6 miles, snow started to fall and I began to worry about my choice in not wearing any kind of rain/snow shell. At the last minute I had stuffed it in my turn-around bag, so I had 15 miles or so to go until I could get it, and if the snow turned to rain, I probably would have chilled pretty quickly. But luckily, the snow stopped and it never rained. It was beautiful running in the woods with big flakes of snow falling all around.
Shannon had a pretty good fall right after the stream crossing shown here, at about mile 9, and told me to go on.

Just before the aid station at mile 14, the two leaders of the 20 mile run came flyng up behind me – they had started an hour later. I watched them run off and subsequently tripped and fell pretty hard on my right knee. Now two days later I don’t konw if it is my old patello-femoral syndrome that I feel or the fall! I lean towards the fall since most of the pain is on the outside of the patella, not underneath, though the PFS is probably contributing a little.
Mile 14 is where we turned on to the 5 mile gravel road instead of continuing on the 6 miles of trail. Who knows how bad the trail was, but at the end of the day I trust the RD’s. They put on a great race in not so great conditions, had 8 aid stations well stocked with supplies and volunteers, etc. And while I would have loved to do the full trail, I still had a great time on the modified course. Here is the elevation data from the Garmin, which you can compare to the normal course elevation shown above. Miles 14 – 23 or so are the gravel road… As you can see pretty level compared to the rest of the course!

The thing with the road, for me, at least, was that I had planned on walking all the steep hills on the trail. The road, however, only had gradual inclines and declines. So I ran just about the whole 10 miles, which again, was not really in my race plan and not how I trained. Watching my average pace on the Garmin showed me go from about a 12:30 minute per mile average down to 11:40 by the turn around, so it was clearly a lot faster.
Only 2 or 3 more twenty milers passed me on the road up to their finish and my turn around. I was starting to get concerned that maybe the 40 milers were being pulled from the course at the turn, but finally I saw another 40 miler coming back. And then another, and another, and another… Good, the full race was on!
At the turn around I just put on new socks and grabbed my two extra fuel bottles. My fueling strategy for this run was to use two 20 oz bottles filled with perpetuem mixed very thickly with water for each half … One in my hand with water, the other in the pack with just powder, and then drink water at each aid station to dilute it. I ended up diluting the mix in the bottles by filling them with water at each station. This strategy worked well and I only had a tiny bit of solid food… About 3/4’s of a bananna at the turn-around; less than one pack of cliff shots, and one hammer gel single serving. The rest of the run was fueld by my liquid diet of Perpetuem and two or three swallows of Heed the aid stations had. (About 600 calories per bottle, 4 bottles total, and I never even drank from the 4th bottle!)
Shannon came in to the turn-around and said her leg was fine, and was back out on the road pretty quickly. After the turn, it was 5 miles back on the gravel road. I saw many more 20 and 40 milers heading towards the finish/turn, but I could not wait to be back on the trail. I was really getting sick of the roads!
Sometime around mile 25 or so, a lady in purple came up behind me and we ran together for a while. She said “that was impressive” when I crossed a stream on high, slipperly log. I looked back to see her in water up to her thighs, and though my way was the better choice. :-) After the stream I told her to pass me and she was gone. She was running some really technical trail like it was a road!
From that point on there’s not much to report. I passed a couple runners, and at least one passed me. I was just marking time to the aid stations and the finish.
Coming down to the finish is a really rocky section… I was trying to push it to finish in under 8 hours, but it was tough to run here! I finally came down the last steep descent to finish in something like 7:58. Here I am coming to the line. I was trying to make sure my race number was showing so I could find the photo later! :-/

My goal for the original course was to #1 — finish, and if I finished, to break 10 hours. I think a 9 hour finish on the original course might have been possible, but pretty tight. We did a little under 38 miles, and about 9 – 10 of that was on roads. The roads were definitely easier, though how much easier is hard to say. So add 25-30 minutes for the extra distance, and another 25-30 minutes for the added difficulty, and 9 may have been in reach.
There’s always next year to see! Though I would really like to do the Mt Mitchell challenge which is another 40 mile run from the town of Black Mountain to the top of Mt. Mitchell and back. But it is a couple of weeks after Uhwarrie, and I can only handle one of these at a time!
Click here to see the Garmin GPS data…
Ultramarathon Man. Dean Karnazes.
I finished the last ultra running book too far before my own attempt at an Ultra (Uhwarrie 40 miler — tomorrow!), so I searched around to find another and found this book by Dean Karnazes. Dean ran as a freshman in high school but pretty much gave it up after that until he was 30. While feeling unfulfilled, though successful in terms of career and salary, he decided to go for a run after getting home from his 30th birthday celebration (which included Tequila!). And he didn’t stop running all night — in fact he has been running ever since.
At first it was fairly “normal” running of 5 or 6 miles after work, but then he came across two guys training for the Western States 100. He felt called to attempt that challenge, and eventually moved on to race Badwater (135 miles starting in Death Valley ascending to the top of Mt Whitney), to completing the 1st marathon run to the South Pole, and finally, the book culminates in running a 199 mile relay race solo!
In some ways the stories are like race reports, but they are woven around his metamorphosis into one of the greatest endurance runners ever. Fascinating read, good writing, and just what I needed with my race tomorrow!
Here are a few quotes… I highlighted much more than this, but many are about training or things I wanted to look into further…
- He who suffers remembers. —Fortune cookie
- The cross-country guys hung out in late-night coffee shops and read books by Kafka and Kerouac. [ as compared to the track guys...]
- “Don’t run with your legs. Run with your heart.” On some level, even as a high school freshman, I got his meaning: the human body has limitations; the human spirit is boundless.
- At that moment I realized that my life was being wasted. Disillusioned with the trappings of the corporate scene, the things that really mattered—friendship and exploration, personal expansion and a sense of meaning—had gotten all twisted around making a lot of money and buying stuff. I hungered for a place where I could explore nature and my capabilities, away from a corporate office in a corporate building in a big city with crowded supermalls and people judging me by the car I drove (which, of course, was a new Lexus).
- As I limped around my office, trying to appear natural, I reminded myself that pain and suffering are often the catalysts for life’s most profound lessons. A passion I’d ignored for half my existence had been serendipitously reignited in one all-night thirty-mile hullabaloo.
- You’ve got to bundle up self-doubt and fear and stuff them in your shoe, cutting loose your rational mind as your body is pushed to inconceivable levels of endurance.
- As Lily Tomlin said, “Exercise is for people who can’t handle drugs and alcohol.”
- Long-distance running requires a certain discretion and reserve. It’s easy to let your ego get the better of you early on and run beyond your means.
- Most dreams die a slow death. They’re conceived in a moment of passion, with the prospect of endless possibility, but often languish and are not pursued with the same heartfelt intensity as when first born. Slowly, subtly, a dream becomes elusive and ephemeral. People who’ve let their own dreams die become pessimists and cynics.
- Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go. —T. S. Eliot
- Start slow, then taper off. —Walt Stack, Bay Area running legend
- People think I’m crazy to put myself through such torture, though I would argue otherwise. Somewhere along the line we seem to have confused comfort with happiness. I’ve now come to believe that quite the opposite is the case. Dostoyevsky had it right: “Suffering is the sole origin of consciousness.” Never are my senses more engaged than when the pain sets in. There is magic in misery.
- But life didn’t seem as vibrant without coffee, so I went back to my morning ritual (okay, maybe I am totally addicted after all). [ sounds like me, though I haven't even tried to give it up! :-) ]
Why We Run. Bernd Heinrich.
It’s funny how a book may come at a time in your life when most appropriate. I saw “Why We Run” mentioned on a mailing list of minimalist runners (barefoot, vibram five fingers, hauraches, or minimal shoes), had a “sample” delivered via Amazon’s Kindle, and then had to read the whole thing. You see, in a few weeks I am about to try my 1st “ultra,” my first running race that goes beyond the marathon distance of 26.2 miles. Now, I have done longer distances on foot as part of Adventure Races or Rogaine’s (24 hour orienteering events), but I have never gone past 26.2 in a running race. And the last trail marathon I completed, nearly 7 years ago really bothered my knee, and it has been a loooonnnnnggggg road back.
But here I am, just having finished a 7 mile trail race a month and half ago, and then a 10 mile trail race in the past two weeks, and then a 20 mile training “adventure run” in the past few days. And in less than three weeks I will be attempting to finish 40 miles in Uhwarrie, a very rugged trail in the middle of North Carolina. Here is the elevation profile to show you what I mean:
If you can get past the first few chapters of the book, which focuses on cooling, respiratory, fueling, and cardio-vascular systems in bugs and animals, with a little human running mixed in, it becomes a great read about Bernd Heinrich who is attempting his first ultra (at the 100k distance) at age 41, and not only that, but attempting to break the US record at the distance. (I actually loved the sections on animals, but it may not be for everyone.) Heinrich has studied different animals and how their bodies are suited for endurance, from moths, to bees, to antelope, to camels, and on and on, and goes through each animal and the pros and cons of the systems they have developed. He then uses these aspects in his own training, which he calls an experiment of one. Some of the experiments are crazy, when he tried to drink one beer each mile for 18 miles, or when he downed a quart of honey before heading out for a 20+ mile run. Many of them were not successful, as you can imagine!
The book culminates with his race in the 100k. I won’t give you the outcome here. :-)
I had highlighted many quotes on the Kindle, and imported those into my Evernote note book, but I’ll just include some of the better ones here. I’ve left out the ones I highlighted related to the science of training, for the most part.
- I love running cross-country. You come up a hill and see two deer going, “What the hell is he doing?” On a track I feel like a hamster. —ROBIN WILLIAMS, film star
- An anonymous runner captured the notion in this now-famous aphorism: “Every morning in Africa, an antelope wakes up. It knows it must outrun the fastest lion, or it will be killed. Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest antelope, or it will starve. It doesn’t matter whether you’re a lion or an antelope—when the sun comes up, you’d better be running.”
- We are, deep down, still runners, whether or not we declare it by our actions. And our minds, as much as our lungs and muscles, are a vital force that empowers our running. Whenever one of us jogs down a road or when we line up to race in a marathon, we are not only celebrating life in general and our individual aliveness but we are also exercising our fantasies while acknowledging reality. We are secure in the knowledge that there is no magic. Which is not to say the world is only of simple logic, because although it may be simple in its design, it is awesomely complex in its details.
- There is nothing quite so gentle, deep, and irrational as our running—and nothing quite so savage, and so wild.
- I wanted to do something different. However, that is a difficult thing if you see no opportunity. On the other hand, it is hard not to try when you think you can do something when you have a chance at success, even though it is often hazardous to strike out on one’s own. That seldom goes unpunished. Any mark of difference may become a target. Even my own father, to whom I owe so much, had taught me this harsh lesson.
- “America is an experiment,” he said, and after a long pause continued, “where the driving force is individuals chasing money. I would not risk my bones for a society guided by this principle.”
- The test is the race, where credentials mean nothing and performances everything.
- Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of resurrection. —ARTHUR SCHOPENHAUER, German philosopher
- Plato, who participated in the Isthmian Games as a wrestler, as well as Socrates, who was said to keep himself in excellent condition by training in a gymnasium, emphasized the necessity of physical training in a sound education.
- “The beaver,” we were told, “works when he works, plays when he plays, is strong in individual effort, yet labors for the community good.” The beaver cuts trees individually, yet its dams and lodges are built and maintained communally by the whole clan. Efforts from one generation of beavers contribute also to the well-being of future generations.
- If we can’t find allies in one context, we will in another. But there is a prerequisite: in order to forge alliances, we first need worthy adversaries. Without adversaries, no alliances are necessary.
- There is nothing that can make one feel smaller than seeing someone big, which is why many try to talk down those who are more capable than they are. In running, you can’t deceive yourself or anyone else.
- although animals can reveal mechanisms, our performance, whether it is in a painting or in a race, is ultimately art because there is so much that varies.
- Furthermore, the key to endurance, as all distance runners know, is not just a matter of sweat glands. It’s vision. To endure is to have a clear goal and the ability to extrapolate to it with the mind—the ability to keep in mind what is not before the eye. Vision allows us to reach into the future, whether it’s to kill an antelope or to achieve a record time in a race.
- If some animals’ brain hormone production can be triggered by mere flashes of light and other numerous and seemingly trivial external cues, then it does not seem preposterous to consider that just maybe we can be molded by fierce dreams that allow us to perform what we’d otherwise be incapable of accomplishing.
- Perhaps I had discovered my strength. To not use it fully to try for an inspiring goal seemed wasteful, if not disrespectful, like foolishly squandering a precious gift.
- To psych oneself up takes self-delusion.
- Not to give an inch is to give everything.
- “Now if you are going to win the battle, you have to do one thing. You have to make the mind run the body. Never let the body tell the mind what to do. The body will always give up.” The body can handle only little steps. The mind can take great leaps.
- “Suffering is the sole origin of consciousness,” Dostoyevsky wrote.
Wow, I better stop there…. Well worth the read if you are into running in any way!
The Man Who Was Thursday. G.K. Chesterton.
First, it’s great that Amazon makes older books available for free, or sometimes 99 cents.
Second, Chesterton’s Orthodoxy is high on my list to read in 2010, but I thought I’d check out some of his fiction too. I can tell I am going to like him already. He is a great writer and this is a nice short read, with a few sections that certainly make you think. Overall the book keeps you guessing as to what might be going on and how things will end. And finally there is some good Christian allegory mixed in.
And finally, my quotes… I need a way to get my Kindle clippings to go direct into an evernote not… I’ve seen a few scripts and hacks, but none of them look that promising. For now it’s going to be a cut and paste.
- “The soldier must be calm in the thick of the battle,” pursued the policeman. “The composure of an army is the anger of a nation.”
- But even the moon is only poetical because there is a man in the moon.
- “Because I am afraid of him,” said Syme; “and no man should leave in the universe anything of which he is afraid.”
- He had found the thing which the modern people call Impressionism, which is another name for that final scepticism [sic] which can find no floor to the universe.
- Bad is so bad, that we cannot but think good an accident; good is so good, that we feel certain that evil could be explained.
Little River 10 mile trail run…
Posted this on Dailymile and FB, but thought I’d put it up here too…
16F at the start, but my gear selection was pretty good and I wasn’t too cold and quickly warmed up to a nice temp. I love my buff! Used it as balaclava to start and then just covered the ears after the 1st couple miles.
I had hoped to break 9:00 pace but this is a very technical course. About 5 miles is on a tight mountain bike single track, and it’s really hard to get any speed there. (See the Garmin link below to see what I mean about the 2nd half of the course!)
Considering this was my 1st running race over 7 miles in several years, I am pleased as I was strong throughout even though I was pushing hard. (I have done adventure races that have had longer foot sections, and orienteering courses where I have been “running” longer times, but this was my 1st running race this long…)
The garmin data is here.
Here is a screen shot from the google earth import:
And here is my heart rate… This shows I really could not have gone a whole lot faster. I was in the 165-175 range and that 175 is definitely pushing anaerobic. I have not done a max heart rate test in a while, but I would think it is only 178 or so. So the fact that I was above 165 for so long is a sign my vo2 max is doing pretty good.
The Gift of Asher Lev. Chaim Potok.
As soon as I finished My Name is Asher Lev, I wanted to dive right into the second book. It was not available on the kindle, but I found my old paper back from many years ago. The story picks up 20 years later than the 1st book finished… Another excellent read…
Quotes:
- The seeing of God is not like the seeing of man. Man sees only between the blinks of his eyes. He does not know what the world is like during the blinks. He sees the world in pieces, in fragments. But the Master of the Universe sees the world whole, unbroken. That world is good. Our seeing is broken.
- A person has to have a reason for living, and the best reason is another person…
- Are we so flawed that we can never truly know our own most secret motives?
- Without man, what is God? And without God, what is man? Everyone needs the help of someone to complete the work of Creation that is never truly completed.
- Art happens…. when someone interprets, when someone sees the world through his own eyes. Art happens when what is seen becomes mixed with the inside of the person who is seeing it… If an exciting new way of seeing an old object results… that’s the beginning of serious art…
My Name is Asher Lev. Chaim Potok.
Who knew when I saw Potok’s “The Chosen” on a friend’s coffee table I would end up reading nearly all of his books again. (I read most of his books 10 or more years ago!) He is an engaging story teller, and the Orthodox Jewish culture he immerses his readers in I find completelyfascinating. ”My Name is Asher Lev” is definitely one of my favorites, as it also immerses you in the world of art, which while I have always found fascinating I know very little about.
In the story Lev ends up painting a couple paintings that are devastating to his community and family (I don’t want to say any thing more as I hate spoilers!). I found the following image that is supposed to be like one he painted, though I don’t know for sure where it came from.
Picasso’s Guernica comes up a few times as well, with the quote “You will take a journey to the Museum of Modern Art, you will go up to the second floor, and you will look at a painting called Guernica, by Picasso. You will study this painting. You will memorize this painting. You will do whatever you feel you have to do in order to master this painting.”
And finally my normal list quotes:
- Every man is responsible for what he does, because he has a will and by that will he directs his life.
- The candle of God is the soul of man.
- A life should be lived for the sake of heaven. One man is not better than another because he is a doctor while the other is a shoemaker. One man is not better than another because he is a lawyer while the other is a painter. A life is measured by how it is lived for the sake of heaven. Do you understand me, Asher Lev?
- If you want to know how to do a thing you must first have a complete desire to do that thing. Then go to kindred spirits—others who have wanted to do that thing—and study their ways and means, learn from their successes and failures and add your quota. Thus you may acquire from the experience of the race. And with this technical knowledge you may go forward, expressing through the play of forms the music that is in you and which is very personal to you.
- No one will listen to what you have to say unless they are convinced you have mastered it. Only one who has mastered a tradition has a right to attempt to add to it or to rebel against it.
- My father used to fast. I could never understand the point to it. I fasted a few times when I was young. But when I came to Paris I stopped because it meant nothing to me. It meant nothing to me when I lived in Berlin in the twenties and again in Paris in the thirties. I have had long discussions with the Rebbe about fasting. I have lost the faculty of appreciating such an act of faith.
- It is both a weakness and a strength to be so stubborn.
p.s. this was my 1st full read on a kindle!
Trails of Chatham County: Briar Chapel
Location: See Map
Description: Briar Chapel is a new “mega” development in Chatham County. They plan on miles of hiking and mountain biking trails, so that is great for those of us close enough by to use them! I’ve only been out here a few times. Right now there are a combination of double track/fire road and single track. The mountain bike trails can be quite technical and difficult for non experienced riders! They are tight and twisty, with lots of rocks and roots. The trail itself, when you are on it, is un-blazed but not difficult to follow. The difficulty comes from mixing and matching the fire roads and single track into one cohesive hike/run. You can park in the neighborhood itself where there is a marquee, though the trail map leaves a lot to be desired. The GPS track below shows parking at the construction area of the new school off Andrews Store road, just past Woods Charter. The single track on the back side of Woods Charter is quite nice, while the single track in the neighborhood on the south side of the “parkway” is quite technical. There is also the trail along the power lines, which in the summer I understand is over grown — so watch out for ticks and chiggers.
Distance: This is a bit hard to say… You can make it pretty long, if you want. The GPS track below shows about 6 miles. You can also make it short depending on where you park and the route you choose.
Difficulty: This again is hard to say. There are sections of the single track that are quite technical. There are also several decent hills mixed in — while none are that long, a couple are pretty steep.
GPS:

Photos:
None taken…
Pose Method of Running
Pictured are both the book and the DVD… Both are somewhat expensive relative to most books and DVDs, so I would recommend spending a fair amount of time on the web site before purchasing, to make sure they are for you.
The Pose method is similar to Chi Running, which I read and reviewed here, though Pose is much more “scientific.” Chi is kind of go with the flow, and use nature (gravity) and your body as you feel, while Pose feels and sounds more scientifically grounded. At the end of the day, both forms are quite similar. Both utilize a very slight forward lean so that you are working with gravity, not against it. Both teach you to run without braking, by modifying your form. (Forward lean is really not the best word or image for what is going on, but it is all we have…)
I’m working on many of the drills in the book and in the video. I would definitely say the video is a must on some of the drills, as seeing them in action by a real person vs. just reading about them makes a huge difference in understanding exactly what must be done.
One cool thing is about 1/2 way through the book, when you still have not done any running or any drills, he tells you to go to a local race to watch. Watch the differences between the elite runners and the back of the pack. How quiet and efficient the fast runners are vs. how loud and clumsy the slow runners are. Watch the heel strike of the slow runners vs. the ball of foot/mid foot strike of the fast runners. Watch the amount of time the fast runners foot stays on the ground, which is tremendously minimal vs. the slow runners, which can seem like an eternity. I happened to go to a race to watch my wife run, and it was amazing to see how accurate all of this was.
Quote: When you understand one thing through and through, you understand everything. Shunyro Suzuki
(Thus the need for doing the drills over and over…)
I’m still working on the drills, but I would say the form as outlined is sound, and the drills should help you get there. I especially like his stance on barefoot training (he is fore it)… And I love jumping rope barefoot.
Top Albums of 2009
Just like last year, I wanted to write a short post about my favorite music from 2009. And of course just like last year, this is entirely subjective. I again found it quite difficult to go down the list. In fact, after the top 3, I couldn’t pick the next few in order, so I am only going to give a top 3 and then some honorable mentions.
Top 3 Albums of 2009
1. Avett Brothers, I and Love and You
The Avett Brothers have become my favorite band, and we were lucky enough to see them in Charlotte on August 8th, their home turf. This is an incredible album. While musically it is different from their early roots, I am a big fan of bands pushing themselves and growing. I love the song “Slight Figure of Speech,” which takes a jab at the fans that are complaining about the “New Avett Brothers…” Lyrically this album is one of the most complete albums I have listened to.
2. Switchfoot, Hello Hurricane
Jon Foreman said they poured their heart and soul into this album, and that they wanted each song to feel like it could be their last, and that they would be proud. Those sentiments show. The albums is fantastic musically and lyrically.
3. Needtobreathe, The Outsiders
One tweet from a pastor I follow said this band was amazing, so I went out and listened to their latest album, and quickly fell in love. For a long time I thought this might be my number one album for the year, but in the end my two favorite bands released excellent albums that just beat it out.
Honorable Mentions for 2009
In no particular oder:
Trans-Siberian Orchestra, Night Castle:
An album that many of us thought might not ever see the light of day… Only their 2nd non-Christmas album. I have not gotten into this album as much as I did with Beethoven’s Last Night, but it often takes me quite a while to get into Rock Opera. TSO again blends “classical rifts” with Rock, along with an in depth story that is impossible to follow from the music alone. You have to read the story they provide with the music to understand.
U2, No Line on the Horizon
Their best work in awhile… I just don’t get into them as much as I used to. When we saw them in concert this year, many people said it was an amazing show. I thought it was an ok show, but not nearly as good as a few shows we have seen in the past (Elevation, Zooropa, Pop-mart).
Wilco, Wilco: good catchy music
Andrew Bird, Noble Beast: at first I thought Bird was trying too hard with his words… but it grew on me, and I now consider him a poet set to music
Pearl Jam, Backspacer: I find it hard to get into the heavier music these days, but this takes Pearl Jam back to their glory days
Top albums added to my library in 2009 that were not released in 2009
Some albums that came out in 2008 that I missed last year:
Fleet Foxes, Fleet Foxes
Blitzen Trapper, Furr
Welcome Wagon, Welcome to the Welcome Wagaon
My Morning Jacket, Evil Urges
Old Classics Added this Year
The Beatles, Sgt. Pepper — had many of the songs in my library, but not the entire album. I tried to teach the kids the concept of an album using this one, and they just started saying “Play ‘The Album’ Daddy anytime they wanted to hear it. :-)
The Beach Boys, Pet Sounds
Top Artists all time
I thought the Avett Brothers might catch Switchfoot, but it didn’t happen… Some of these play counts include Kelly, and she loves Switchfoot. :-)




















