Long ago (June 23rd) I was "tagged" for the first time.
drunken_boatman posted a list of five songs that mean something to him and why. I guess its my turn now. I warn you, I do NOT have cool taste in music ... And this is going to be pretty free-form.
Unwell by Matchbox 20--Odd that such a recent song would make a list of only five. I love it because it sounds almost happy while also accurately describing some of the mood fluctuations I experience. I know it is not really one of my daughter's favorites, but she introduced me to it and she'll always sing with me when it comes on the radio. That's always a good thing for me.
Lizzy and the Rainman by Tanya Tucker--This is about my childhood ... or rather my early adolescence. I listened to this and many other "story songs" while I was babysitting my nephew at my youngest sister's house. These songs remind me of myself when I was still pretty sure I would grow up to lead an exciting, dramatic life. My witch name, when I thought I needed one, was Lizzy. I didn't want to be Lizzy when I was twelve 'tho; I wanted to be the rain maker.
At Last by Etta James-- This is a rare example of a song that gets me even though I've never really paid attention to the words. Its her sublime voice and the way it makes me yearn for something I can't begin to articulate. Those first notes make my spine shiver and my heart crack open.
This is so much harder than I thought it would be. Too many songs are swirling through my mind and I'm not great at remembering names and artists. [...researching...] All right, I've read through my entire music library and I'm gonna go with:
Wheel in the Sky by Journey-- This is an anthem song for me. I cannot hear it without feeling uplifted and energized. Strangely its another song in which the lyrics themselves have little or no impact ... its the tune baby, its the tune.
Drift Away by Doby Gray-- I'm sure my family would agree that I will never get tired of this song. I spent years catching bits & pieces of it in shops and emanating from radio stations in other people's cars. I didn't even know what it was called. When I found it--really found it--I made it mine in every form I could find. Why?
Simply this:
And when my mind is free
You know a melody can move me
And when I'm feelin' blue
The guitar's comin' through to soothe me
Thanks for the joy that you've given me
I want you to know I believe in your song
Rhythm and rhyme and harmony
You help me along makin' me strong
[edit] ooops ... nearly forgot to tag five victims friends ...
rick_the_ogre...
On second thought I choose to tag just one person. (Because his off the cuff answer to this query was so perfect I must now hear the rest.) I am interested in what the rest of my flist would have to say but I will leave it up to the individual to jump on the bandwagon if they haven't done so already.
[edit] On third thought, I tag my entire flist. (And I'm especially interested in the choices of my daughter.)
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And now for something completely different
More rumblings that make my stomach clench and my neck hurt. I have to figure out how to improve our credit rating and increase our income substantially because we are going to have to move within a few years.
"The Salokar family moved from their land near Wyoming, Minn., to make way for a sewage-treatment plant. The city, which condemned the land for a public purpose, has since sold it to Polaris at a profit."
--National News from a Local Perspective(In the event that this webpage expires, I've backdated an entry with the full text of the article
here.)
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I want this coloring book.
And I need to make a list of books I want to read. I've recently started monitoring the
hipsterbookclub community where I've found leads and various folks on my flist mention books that appeal. Here are two that have come to my attention recently:
The Last Time They Met by Anita Shreve
Lizzie Didn't Do It! by William L. Masterton
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By the by, here's a little gem of a quote from an early biographer of Miss Bordon:
"... the maidens of Massachusetts are not accustomed to undress before committing homicide. In fact, so rigid are their notions of propriety that a good many of them do not slaughter their parents at all, even when fully clothed."
--Pearson, Edmund. 1937. The Trial Book of Lizzie Borden. Doubleday.
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