Take a line from a song that you love or connect with. Turn that line into the title of your post.
She Keeps Me Warm by Mary Lambert is a great song. It’s my kind of lesbian anthem, sweet and cheery. The song is all about comfort and love. I fell in love with the first time I heard it.
If I had written (wrote?) this post back when I first heard this song, the title of this post would have been “I can’t change, even if I tried, even if I wanted to.”
Last winter, Mercy was keeping the apartment so hot that I had to where shorts and a tank top whenever I was home. One day this song came on and all I could think of was Mercy…She keeps me warm!
Daily Prompt: What sort of music was played in your house when you were growing up? What effect, (if any) did it have on your musical tastes?
As I’ve Blogged before (cheap plug) in Let’s Dance and We Got the Beat!, music was a big part of my life from an early age. Here’s an idea of the eclectic mix of music collections from my parents and grandparents:
- The Doors
- Simon and Garfunkle
- Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons
- The Beatles
- Stevie Wonder
- Michael Jackson
- Jackson Five
- Ella Fitzgerald
- Luis Armstrong
- Bing Crosby
- Frank Sinatra
- Dean Martin
- Glenn Miller
- Beach Boys
- Aretha Franklin
- The Mamas and the Papas
- The Monkeys
- The Supremes
- Van Morrison
- Benny Goodman
- The Andrews Sisters
This is just a small sampling, the list goes on. Continue reading
A song comes on the radio and instantly, you’re transported to a different time and place. Which song(s) bring back memories for you and why? Be sure to mention the song, and describe the memory it evokes.
Dave Matthew’s Satellite
Whenever this song comes on, I am transported back to 1996 and a bar that I worked in Mark’s Place. I was the Sun through Wed night-cook. The kitchen closed at midnight, so I would tend the bar the rest of the night. Since I closed the slow nights of the week, there were many days that I was all alone for at least the last half hour of the night.
What are your earliest and fondest memories of dance?
I love the sound of a record. MP3’s, CD’s, and tapes do not have the same qualities as a record. Growing up we always had a record player.
My parents would dance to their records often. Which inspired me and my siblings to dance to these records. I remember being taught to dance by my dad, brother, sister, and even babysitters. Music was a very big part of our lives.
We danced less as we moved to tapes and CD’s. Was it because of the medium? Probably not. We got older, our schedules got busier.
I started another fight this evening related to the whole festive topic from my last post. We went and got a tree and decorations the other day. I wanted to listen to Christmas music while decorating and Mercy was opposed. After a breakdown where I explained my need for Christmas music and singing in general, Mercy agreed to a limited amount of Christmas music.
So I started putting the tree together and hanging the lights on it. I plugged in the lights and almost went blind. We got cool white instead of warm white….huge mistake. Cool white lights are way too bright for an indoor tree, unless your house always has tons of lights on that would drown out the tree lights. We tend to have less lights on during the Christmas season due to the tree. Continue reading
This is the first time in 20 years that I haven’t had to work at the mall during the Holiday Season, so why can’t I get into the spirit? I guess it’s because I miss spending it with people. Mercy and I are mainly alone for the whole break except for Christmas day, when we will be heading to my folks house for finger foods and games. Why isn’t that enough for me?
When I ask my sister when we can come up next and she tells me about her plans every day up to Christmas, why does it make me cry? Because I am an extremely social person with no friends. I had to lie when sis asked if I felt bad when she told me about all her plans. It’s not her fault. She shouldn’t have to be my social director. But every time she tells me about her plans with friends, I want to cry. Continue reading