Who’s your first love the girls ask me
Music, said I
The boy isn’t worth the mention
I cringe at the memory
How pathetically stupid I was
But the sweet sound of music
Has always been there for me
It gives me wings to fly
To soar at the peak of a high note
When I feel lost and deprived of joy
It gives me hope with every beat
Truth be told,
Air drumming has prevented shiners
When life gets rough, when the morning sunlight feels as if it burns my skin and my brain tricks me into thinking that I’ve become a vampire, when time seems to be non existent and especially those times when I stop believing in myself, contemplating my worthlessness to my family, myself and the world – I need to pause. I need hot chocolate. I need Steve and Jon.
It’s then when I have to clear my mind and try to reach down and find that place inside me, my inner peace, that’s been shoved deeper and deeper down until I can’t feel it anymore and I become more vulnerable to the constant stream of slithering and heavy chaos.
I need to remind myself of the things I live for, the things and people that are worth living for. To remember that there are more good than evil, that there will be another good day. I have a lot to give, I want to affect people, to make someone’s life better, I want to be the cause of someone’s smile. I want to make my life count for something. Up to now this post might have led you to believe I’m depressed, I am often but right now I’m stressed and mad at myself. The best thing for me is to listen to music, The Piano Guys do it for me.
This is my bit for last week’s Picture It and Write! photo challenge brought to you by Ermilia Blog. I’ve read some very well written entries for this one and most were tragic in one way or another, the photo surely inspires such trains of thought but my mind tends to veer in the other direction. Shall we follow and see where it leads?
They say around, the way you’ve asked for me. There’s even talk of you wanting me … I need to know, oh baby girl, I need to know … wondering if you’re gonna take me there … it’s getting harder not to think of you … If it’s true don’t leave me alone out here … tell me what you’re feeling … I need to know … I need to know … I need to know … … …
The Latino beats were ripples in my blood, growing into giant waves of a jittery high that crashed inside me as I moved in time, as my limbs interpreted the lively, seductive rhythm. The music, the dance, the heat of it. It was like a fever in my veins but I was going to out scorch it, I’ll be damned if I didn’t. My skin was slick with exertion, breaths left and entered my lips in sharp rushed bursts. I felt on fire as I twirled on the tips of my toes in my ballet pumps, my shoulders got into it, my arms had a mind of their own. I conjured him here with me, my shadow prince in my dreams. His handsome features hidden under a mask of midnight, how I longed to see beneath it.
I threw my head back, eyes closed, as the blare of the trumpets swept me away, my hips swayed with the delicious spicy beats. I imagine his hand closing around my waist, the other one taking possession of my wrist pulling me closer and away. I grit my teeth as I stepped up my pace. Feeling more that a bit wanton in this snatched moment, no rules, no delicate movements here like what was demanded of me in the studio, but still graceful as the Black Swan. My body was free, mine to manipulate.
“Marie? Are you still up?” my mother called from the front door. Crap. I came to a halt. He faded once again to nothingness, smoke chased away by the cold wind of reality that strode in after the woman who insisted on its constant presence. I hurried over to cut Mark Anthony off in the middle of the chorus in time to hear her keys drop with a feint clatter in the bowl on the coffee table. She didn’t consider this music of quality. I love Mozart and his lot, don’t get me wrong, but tame music all the day long never did a body any good. I wonder, though, if Mark was loud enough for her to have heard him.
Have you seen the moon tonight?
Did you drink in her crisp pearly beams?
Have you felt the wind like a soft rain of
Needles against your skin?
I let its chill course in my fevered veins
Sending me riding on a wave so high
I almost touched the velvet sky
Hi all, I hope you’re all having a good Sunday. I’m still catching up on a few more blogs and I’m expecting latest edition of Tammy‘s Sunday Funnies. It’s 29°C here in my part of South America which means for us we’re sweating our heads off and it could get even hotter in early December and at the moment the AC’s a bust but luckily I’m used to the heat, that and it looks like we’ll be having some late November rain soon.
- The (really long) thought:
Lately I’ve gotten over this thing I had over make-up. You see, I’m one of those people who think that we should be happy with our natural looks and personally I think I’m betraying myself by wearing the stuff. I’ve got a tiny secret. I collect make up; blush, mascara and the bulk of it all goes to eye shadow, to just look at them. Usually, I’d lock up and play dress up because I actually like it but when I’m finished I’d rub it all off.
Then (and I mean a day or two ago) I thought about it and concluded that I’m being a tad foolish and if there’s a living soul that could nag me to death in a matter of 30 seconds or less, it’s me. Continue reading
Hi everyone, I wanted to throw in another post because I don’t know when I’ll get to do any more until next month. It’s my pleasure to share with you one of my recent finds on the realm of You Tube: The Piano Guys. I listen to them during my short breaks and I find that they give me this tingly feel-good sensation all over, that everything’s going to be all right. Prepare to be awed by Steve’s total awesomeness! The guy’s a boss with those cellos!
I mentioned The Piano Guys in a past post over at The Excellence Asylum not too long ago, but you might be thinking, “Where are the guys?” Usually you’ll either be seeing Steven Sharp Nelson on his cello or Jon Schmidt on the keys and they often play together but the two of them don’t complete the team. Here’s the bio on their channel: Continue reading
It was either on the BBC or the Bio Channel that I first heard this song of the Brothers Gibb, or it could be on both. I simply loved it! There are some songs that instantly transport you to another time, in this case the 80s, You win again is definitely on of them.
The beats were perfect to me. They lyrics were great. From what I understand, the woman was using the man for her own ends maybe just as a temporary toy or perhaps the charm of the relationship was faded to her. But he (Barry) believes their love is one of the greatest and he’ll do what ever he must to get them back together. He loves her so much he overlooks the fact that she was ‘using’ him and still tries to win back her love.
Listen to it. Seriously. Did you hear her? Did you? Haley’s voice rang so clear accompanied by the haunting violin. I had shivers running through me the first time I heard her version of the Dark Waltz. Chillingly beautiful. Soothing. Strangely nostalgic. Magical. Dark.
Whenever I hear this I’m taken back in time to a younger Ireland (I like Ireland, though I’ve never been there). To a forest with a waterfall in the midst and a wooden bridge nearby. It was dawn, there was green everywhere wild flowers roamed and grew with gleeful abandon and the place was teeming with animal life. It was a little world of magic (I like magic too) and more so of mystery. The unknown lurked at every corner, daring you to come closer.
I thought that I’d let you guys know that I’ve made a new page/tab that’s dedicated to one of my loves; Instrumental music. I’ve also had another page, 80′s Rock, there for a while and I don’t know if you’ve noticed it …
Um, it seems like my Copyright page just took a piggyback ride on my About page and I’ve been trying to fix that but to no avail. I made an attempt to make those ‘drop down’ menu thingies, like I want to make a music tab/page so that when you scroll over it 80′s Rock and Instrumental Music drops down … that didn’t go well, too.
Maybe it has something to do with my theme (Spectrum), I don’t know but if anyone of you sweeties can help I’d really appreciate it
Thanks for hoppin’ by,
The HMM is a list I made up a while ago consisting of musicians that has impacted me, inspired and moved me beyond words; in short the best musicians ever to grace the music world, that is, in my opinion. I’ve written posts inducting artists into the HMM but in this post is of all the inductees so far here together, there are more to be added of course.
I’m a Rock n’ Roll girl, I *heart* Country, Pop and Soul and Indian music too. My tastes can can be described mostly as old fashioned for a teenager and I’ll admit that I’m proud of it; Jim Reeves, Righteous Brothers, Neil Diamond, Conway Tweety, Loretta Lynn, Dolly Parton, ABBA, Lionel Richie, Foreigners, Bon Jovi, Bryan Adams, Sting, Rod Stewart and The Beetles to name a few, 99.9% of my friends don’t know any of those awesome singers.
I’m not 100% old lady since I like contemporary music too: Taylor Swift, Selina Gomez, J-Lo, Owl City, Back Street Boys, Klute, some Gwen Stefani, Lady Gaga and a little Enrique (his older songs).
So the inducted Musical Maestros, in no particular order, are:
… and counting …
Enjoy the music today, my friends, and dance while you can so tomorrow or years to come you’ll have a memory of a better yesterday.