I Smell Snow

Tonight, it smells like snow.  Or December.  I think December has a very distinct smell that reminds me of The Carpenters, John Denver‘s “Aspenglow” song, Columbia, California  and clearly Christmas.  It’s this woodsmoke and cold, mountain air. It’s misty cold from the pines. It’s pines.  It’s the smell of Christmas trees and old candy canes.

Snow smells. People that don’t get snow wouldn’t understand, but snow has this metallic, slightly dirty smell. Like damp dust.  Only it’s cleaner and fresher. And colder.  I know it sounds strange to say snow smells like dust, but every snowflake is made from a speck of dust.  you would not have snow unless you had dirt.  Sounds even stranger.  But seriously, melt snow and the water isn’t very clean at the bottom.  And it tastes weird.  Definitely dirty.  I like to eat snow, but even it doesn’t taste like clean water. Yet you think it is because it’s white.

So, tonight, it smells like metallic cold pines and woodsmoke.

Tonight I smell snow.

That being said, I don’t know if it’s going to snow, but it might be in the mountains. All of California is getting much needed precipitation of some sort.

Kate

The Soundtrack of My Life

So yesterday I wrote about having songs for certain people in my life and Kat replied with something I think that I have thought of way too much in my life. I wish my life were a soundtrack.

Here’s Kat’s comment.

Sometimes I wish life came with a soundtrack so I would be able to more fully express and experience interactions with people and what is generally happening “on screen” at that moment.
I used to assign ringtones to each person in my life and to this day whenever I hear “Carry on my wayward son” by Kansas, I think of my little sister because of our mutual love for a little show called Supernatural.

 

Wow, do I wish that was true. I wish I had music play at those moments in life where it explains what the heck is going on.  I want to wake up to that snazzy tune that is just perfect on the radio.  Like Gemma Simmons on Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. going through her morning routine to “God Help the Girl by God Help the Girl”.  For those interested, it was just the third episode of the second season…. (side note, I love Marvel. S.H.I.E.L.D, Captain America, Coulson….. I can go on)

Phil Coulson

Phil Coulson (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Anyways, I love music and I put on specific music for specific times.  I love Art Garfunkel‘s “Breakaway”.  I love James Taylor’s “Something In the Way She Moves”.  I can never get enough of John Denver’s “Gravel on the Ground”.  And I think all of these apply to my life along with a plethora of music that I play, including, but not limited to, pop, country, rap, classical, oldies, jazz (I love some really good jazz), blues, rock, electronic, dance, soundtracks…… Right now I’m really into Taylor Swift’s “Shake it Off”. (Don’t judge me, I know, I know.)  And Echosmith’s “Cool Kids”, and Pitbull’s “Fireball”…. I have my moments.

So, I’m curious, what songs would you have in your soundtrack of life?  Give me a list, or heck, that one song that makes you , YOU!

Signing off

Kate

Starwood In Aspen

I’ve been on a John Denver kick the past couple of weeks. Normally, my autumn time music of choice is James Taylor, as I’ve stated in the past HERE, but for some reason John Denver has hit the spot.  The melancholy of it all hits me and I wonder how I could have ever appreciated his music at a younger age when I get it much more now than I ever did ten years ago. I guess growing older makes lyrics mean so much more.

One song that just keeps playing in my mind is Starwood in Aspen.  I was singing it the other day as I baked thinking, oh wow, wouldn’t it be great to see Starwood if it really exists.  Clearly I was forgetting the article I read a couple months ago about John Denver’s home going up on the market for only the second time since his tragic death in 1997. And yes, it is in an exclusive development called, wait for it, Starwood.

Honestly, I kind of want to own this.  I want to live in this house, and yes, part of it is because it is so John Denver, and well, it’s a gorgeous part of Colorado, a state I called home for a couple years.  But this house is excessively cool, far out, and just beautiful.  (at least from the images it appears this way)

I would like Boris to buy this house for me. Darling man, you can, can’t you? It would be the perfect place for me to write.  And hey, you could come visit.  I could invite all kinds of people to visit.  And it’s in Aspen……

Take a look at the official real estate pictures below. I mean, come on. This is just perfect.

It’s a long way from L.A. to Denver
It’s a long time to hang in the sky
It’s a long way home to Starwood in Aspen
A sweet Rocky Mountain paradise
Oh, my sweet Rocky Mountain paradise
Signing off
Kate

Vintage Craze – Part 4 : Vinyl

Vinyl.

It conjures up a host of images.  Or at least it does for me.  Vinyl seats at a diner.  Vinyl flooring.  Vinyl outfits that are really just too kinky and weird for my tastes…. Okay, moving on.

Isn't that a gorgeous look?

When I say vinyl, and I can’t believe this can be considered vintage because I grew up with this, I mean records.  Am I really that old? (ok, my parents and grandparents are older…)

Yes.  Gasp!  Those giant, round discs that existed long before cds and mp3s were ever thought of.  Do you know there are some people kids  who have no clue as to what a record is?  Now that is a horror to me.  And I’m not even how “vintage” records are, but well I’m calling them that.

I grew up with records.  We had stacks of them.  All my Psalty the Singing Songbooks.  All those goofy kids records we had.  We had tons.  Then all the records my parents had.  Oh my gosh did we have quite a few.  And then we would wear my grandmother out playing the records at her house when she would babysit us. (and she had one of those cool turntables that would take a whole stack of records, which really didn’t work for the story records as it would only play one side before dropping down a new record that was a different story…..)

I am in a record mood right now.  There is something so very nice about putting that large black disk onto the turntable.  Hearing that first scratchy sound of the needle hitting the edge.  Then the music finally playing in that slightly scratchy tone with it muted and mellowed out.  Not so super clear that the treble needs to be played with.

There is actually some music that we have on records that we also have on cds now. I prefer the record.  The cds are too clear.  Too perfect.  Too much treble.  I like the mellowed tone.

Today it was side B of Art Garfunkel‘s Breakaway album.  (by the way, people. I know quite a bit of 70’s music.  People are always surprised at what I know.  Yes, I like Chicago, Simon and Garfunkel, John Denver, etc.)  Oh and yeah, side B…  I could go on about the flipping of the record, but I won’t.

And after the Breakaway came Watermark, by the same artist, and finally one of my father’s John Denver albums.  I love to hear music from the turntable.  And can you believe that my parents got rid of a whole bunch of records when I was little because they didn’t listen to that music anymore, and now that I’m older, it’s stuff I enjoy!  It breaks my heart.

Now, I don’t do it as much as I used to.  I am quite in love with my mp3 player and I love cds.  And the record player is in a tricky spot so I don’t find it easy to play records all day long.  Besides, I don’t really want to hear all those kids albums so much these days. Hmm, I wonder why?  But I still love playing the old recordings.  There’s a homey feel to it.

What about you? Do you remember vinyl? And do you ever miss it?

Signing off

~Kate