Breaking Away In The Summertime

Cover of "Breakaway"

Cover of Breakaway

“It’s not the sun you’re trying to find, something else is on your mind…” So go the words of Art Garfunkel‘s song ‘Breakaway’. I’d love to type up all of the lyrics so y’all could hear how nice they are. (this is a prompt from The Daily Post : Daily Prompt : Earworm)

I am a child of the 80’s, but some of my favorite music is the things my parents listened to. The ‘Breakaway’ album is one in particular from my Mom. It’s funny how much I love the record; and yes it is really only a record. I’m looking at getting mp3 versions for my player, but I still do vinyl. <—- see the link to one of my other posts——  The one thing that makes it odd too is that my mom classifies it as one of her break up albums. One of the guys Mom was engaged to broke it off and this was the record that was playing or got played or whatever. So for her it brings back not so good memories, though she is quite happily married to my father for over 30 years.

But I adore this record. I have specific times I enjoy it more; fall, winter, when I’m ironing, but right now it has popped back into my mind and I’ve turned it on several times in the past week.

I blame it all on Josh Groban who has just released the song “I Believe (When I Fall In Love It Will Be Forever)”, a cover or remake of Art Garfunkel’s version from the Breakaway album. That song got me singing and I knew I needed to listen to the original. And of course, with the pops and crackles of the record and the speakers that go in and out, it’s its own kind of nostalgia. And honestly, shouldn’t most music from the 70’s be played in the summer when it’s hot?

That’s just my two cents.

Signing off

~Kate

Love Songs for Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine's day!

Happy Valentine’s day! (Photo credit: DonnaGrayson)

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner.  Okay, no, it’s really just nine days away.  Not long.  I don’t do much for the holiday unless you count wearing something pink, or red.  It’s kind of hard to do much on a holiday where I’m sort of what you call, um, single.  Ha ha.  No sort of about it.

But despite that, I love anything Valentine’s-y.  I love all the hearts. I love all the pink. Gobs of pink everywhere. I love the cool things and stuff.  I won’t go into details.  That’s not why I’m here today.  Today, I am here to talk music.

The Enemies

Yep, you say, she’s at it again.  She’s going to ramble on about The Enemies.  Well, you might be right.  Because that is where the inspiration for this post started.  I was thinking about their song ‘Pretty Valentine’, as it is on my Go To list on my mp3 player, lead song mind you.  However, I was also thinking about other really cool love songs.  Not your traditional ones like, oh, “As Time Goes By” and “My Heart Will Go On”.  We all know those.  Those are the classics. I’m kind of disgusting myself by saying a Celine Dion song is a classic, but hey, whatever floats your boat. It is not one of my more inspiring songs.

Moving on.  So in no particular order, though I’m going to put ‘Pretty Valentine’ at the top, here are some cool love songs I’m listening to right now.

  1. Pretty Valentine – The Enemies
  2. I Will Wait – Mumford & Sons
  3. Stubborn Love – The Lumineers
  4. Sunday Kind of Love – Beth Rowley
  5. If You Were The Only Girl In The World – Stanley Holloway
  6. Heartbeat – Enrique Iglesias feat. Nicole Scherzinger
  7. Give Into Me – Garret Hedlund and Leighton Meester
  8. Try – P!nk
  9. Just The Way You Are –  The Piano Guys (a Bruno Mars Cover)
  10. A Thousand Years – Christina Perri (Also brilliant by The Piano Guys)
  11. Lil’ Darlin’ – Count Basie
  12. Rivers and Roads – The Head and the Heart
  13. You Go To My Head – Billie Holiday (the classic) and Rod Stewart (the not so classic)
  14. Overwhelmed – Tim McMorris
  15. Rain – Patty Griffin

Okay, so this list is far from complete. I live for love songs. I think I may have mentioned that recently.  I’m totally in love with “Pretty Valentine”.  Sorry I keep rattling on about it.  I can’t help it.  I urge you to check it out HERE 

I could add in all the links to the other songs, but well, I’m sure you can find them y’all.  So, I’m curious.  Tell me some of your favorite love songs. They don’t have to be traditional. They can be wacky, weird, or all points in between.  I’m always up for a new love song.

Signing off

~Kate

Love Songs and Lyrics

I am a sucker for love songs.  I adore love songs.  I love romance and all that goes with it.  I could probably be accused of being a romanticist.  And I would be quite ready to agree with you.  Romance is in my blood.

So, any time I find a new love song that I can really enjoy, I kind of want to scream it out to someone.  Many times I keep it to myself, because, hey, you, whoever you are, do you want me catching a hold of your sleeve as you pass me on the street to tell you about this great new love song?  I didn’t think so.  I add the songs to my playlists; I make detailed playlists on my players, be it Itunes or my new Sansa player.  I have the song on repeat and I wear it out to the point where I know the lyrics back and forth.  I write the lyrics down in my journal. I remember them for adding to pictures on Tumblr.  I use them in my books.  The lyrics are what make a love song beautiful.

The Enemies (that’s Johnny Crean on the left in the top image.)

Lately I have been slightly obsessed with the Irish band, The Enemies.  I’ve already posted on my adoration of Colin O’Donoghue as Captain Hook on Once Upon a Time. (yes, a shameless plug to get you to watch) I’ve posted on my ‘zing’ of being followed by The Enemies and Johnny Crean on Twitter.  So, if you’ve been reading, you will know who I’m talking about.

Well today I am posting about their beautiful song ‘Pretty Valentine’.  It’s a lovely song with a very catchy tune and lyrics.  The lyrics are so gorgeous.  Simplistic in style, and they rhyme.  Most people don’t know that rhyming songs, good rhyming songs are the key to making my music love.  And this song has all of those.  It’s one of those pretty things you can have playing and you go, ‘oh, I like that’.  And I certainly do.

I recently was able to finally have music playing on my computer again after over a year of horrible static and noise that was not music.  (I have a new laptop was the fix….) So I have been indulging in music.  One of the first things I wanted to hear was “Pretty Valentine”.  I had been waiting impatiently to hear it.  Now that I have, it is in my repertoire of love songs.

Sure, I have tons of various love songs.  I mean, like I said, I love them, but this one has now become one of my favorites.  It makes me think of springtime evenings.  Of late summer and meadows.  Daisies and roses.  Setting suns and mountain lakes.

Can a song do that?  Bring all that forth?  Well, maybe not for everyone, but it does for me.

I urge you to check out the song.  I promised Johnny Crean I would blog, twitter, and facebook about it. :)  Hey, they are a great band and I want to get them the attention they deserve.  So please check out the song.

You can purchase the song HERE  Trust me, you won’t regret it.

Signing off

~Kate

I Want To Dance With Somebody

It’s true.  I admit it completely and somewhat proudly. I am a fan of Dancing With The Stars.  I suppose that you could pretty much say that being a woman = DWTS.  I have gotten sucked into the world of spray tans, glitter, and lots of bare male chests this season.  And like every season, I find myself wishing I could be on the show.  No, not an audience member… I mean, I want to dance!  Get my groove going.

“]Rhythm, a sequence in time repeated, featured ...For those who don’t know me, getting my groove on is laughable.  I do not have a groove.  My mother tried to teach me rhythm….  “I’ve got rhythm, I’ve got music, I’ve got my man, who could ask for anything more” was not a motto I could use.  In all reality, I don’t got it.  But, I’m dying to dance!  I love music, and I love watching dancing. 
I know I could be brilliant on that show.  Give me Maksim, Derek, or Mark, and I’ll kill the competition.  (Yes, I know I’m delusional.  Isn’t there something that says not to mess with my delusions?)

Well, I may never be on the show.  I may never take dance lesson, though if I ever have the opportunity, I am going to.  I may never find a use for dancing.  But I still love it.  And my one way to really enjoy it is listening to music and putting a specific dance to it.  Tonight I was thinking about the song “Young Turks” by Rod Stewart.  It would make a killer jive.   Eric Clapton’s “River of Tears” would be an amazing waltz.  That is how I think about dancing.  Putting dances to favorite songs. 

And this is coming from someone who can’t read music, very well.  My mother tried to get me to play the piano.  Ah yes, I was a very willful child, and I did not get math.  I was doomed.

So, I may never play music.  I may never dance.  But I can write, so I guess all’s not lost.  But I love dancing, and music, and combining the two makes DWTS one of my favorite shows.   I can’t even claim it as a guilty pleasure because I don’t feel guilty watching it.

Signing off
~Kate

Flash Fiction : Kitchen Baking

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Late summer and early fall were the times of year she liked being in the kitchen during the mornings.  When the mornings were crisp and clear, the cool scent of dew mixed with decaying matter creating a synergy of perfect smells.  From the aging annuals flowering their last hurrah at the back door; to the pungent and musty smell of oak and cottonwood leaves, damp from fall rains.  The odors combined in a  symphony of flavors that tickled the nose.

She would bake in the morning, filling the kitchen with the warm spiciness of cinnamon and nutmeg, or the sharp  freshness of orange and lemon.  She would bake tender scones or fluffy blue-berry muffins, studded with crystalized ginger.  She would hum as she baked.  Popular songs she heard on the radio, or old classics her parents had taught her to appreciate.  Rock on morning, country the next.  It didn’t make a difference.  She just liked having music  in her head.

When she felt adventurous, she would put on her once concession to opera; Handel’s Trois Cantatas.  Sometimes she contemplated a few rap songs she had, but usually those were designated “AFTERNOON” and not to be played before that time.  There really was a time and a place for certain types of music.  Just like there was a time and a place for certain teas or specific books.  She wouldn’t have been caught dead drinking Earl Grey for breakfast, just like she wouldn’t be caught reading erotic fiction anywhere else other than her room after dark.

Usually while she baked she would have a pot of hot tea at the ready and she would sip cups of lukewarm tea when she finally got around to it.  It wasn’t that the tea grew cold in the pot, but more that she would forget she had poured herself a cup.  Sometimes she wondered if she liked having the tea at the ready more than she liked drinking it.

Just a bit of random flash fiction.  I was smelling the spicy scent of wood burning fires, and puttering in the kitchen today.  This came to mind.

Signing off

~Kate

Feeling Good

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Feeling Good

Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Breeze driftin’ on by
You know how I feel
It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling good

Fish in the sea
You know how I feel
River running free
You know how I feel
Blossom on a tree
You know how I feel
It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling good

Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don’t you know
Butterflies all havin’ fun you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done
That’s what I mean
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me

For me

Stars when you shine
You know how I feel
Scent of the pine
You know how I feel
Oh freedom is mine
And I know how I feel
It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life

It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life

It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
It’s a new life
For me

For me

I’m feeling good
I feel so good
I feel so good

 

I’ve had this song playing in my head since last night when I just had to hear my Michael Buble cd, It’s Time.   I always love this song, and as I was feeling perky due to writing a story, it was even better.  It should be my theme song when I finish something. 

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

Moments of Weird Organization

Maybe it is the ‘librarian’ in me, but I have this thing about books, music, and movies being organized.  I was a substitute librarian for two years, ran the library for a month during reorganization, so I blame part of that, but I love for my books to be alphabetical by author, then works.   That’s for fiction.  If it’s non fiction, I want it to be by the Dewey decimal system.  And yes, I actually know where most books go by that system.  I guess the shelving books thing got ingrained in me.

Right now my books are far from being in that situation.  I’m very disappointed I don’t have the room to organize my books that way.  Right now they are grouped in weird spots.  I have the favorites shelf.  All my books that if there was a fire, those would have to go.  My copy of “The Lay of the Last Mistral” by Sir Walter Scott, because it was my great grandmother’s.  My Emilie Loring hardbacks.  My two copies of “The Sea is Blue’.  And others of course.  I have about 20 on that shelf, and it’s categorized by what is most important.  So clearly not following my ‘rules’.

Then there is the paperback shelf.  My Janet Dailey’s, Amanda Quick’s, and any other romance book that is my fluff reading.  Okay, that’s not quite true as I have half of those in a closet because the shelf isn’t large enough.  Do not start laughing anyone, I have my girl moments, thank you very much.

The Zane Gray’s are in boxes under my bed.  They should not be under my bed, they should be on a shelf.  I need shelves.

So, as you can see, just from that blip, that most of my books are not organized.  I had my most used books organized in one area by my specifications.  It was lovely. I adored it. 

Ok, my stacks are not this bad...

I ran out of room.

So I tried stacking them.  It doesn’t work.  You try getting those three large astronomy books  on the very bottom of the stack.  Yeah, it’s kind of hard.  So that system had to go as well.  Right now it’s kind of  a mixture of organized(sort of) and stacked(the non important books).

As for music, it must be by artist then title.  My family and I have a fairly large collection of music, and I am forever trying to keep it in order. My sister is notorious for putting the wrong cd in the wrong case, and in the wrong spot.  (though I should mention she has down syndrome, so I can’t get mad at her too much)  I try to keep my cd’s organized as well.  Hey, I have to be able to find them.

For movies/dvd’s I like it by genre.  I know, you would think title right?  Well, for some reason title doesn’t seem to be the right way to do it.  Disney should be with Disney.  Action with action, romance with romance, etc.  And my movies are in my section.  Yes, I have my own section.  Well, my parents aren’t as into the Jane Austen’s and British movies.  The Audrey Hepburn’s.  So I put mine in their own reserved spot.

P.S. (I used to wear heels when I worked at the library. Dressed a lot like this)

Now, relating this back to being a librarian.  I didn’t used to be that ridiculous.  Ever since being one though, I want books organized.  I still even shelve books that are out of place at the library if I see one in the wrong spot.  When I organize books for anyone else, I want it to be alphabetical or by type.  I have issues.

You would think that me liking things like this organized, my life would be.

I wish!

Signing off

~Kate

James Taylor Is In The House

Fall is in the air. I turned James Taylor on this morning and you could say that Fall is synonymous with James Taylor. Or maybe it is the other way around. James Taylor is synonymous with Fall. I listen to James throughout the year, but there is something about his music that makes me think immediately of falling leaves, pumpkins, and dried grass. It’s possible it all started with his song “Walking Man”.

“The frost is on the pumpkins and the hay is in the barn…”

 Yes, that usually is what hits me. And it’s my favorite James Taylor song. I always gravitate to that song when I turn on his greatest hits album. And I think it says it all.

The mornings are crisp and cold, but the days are still warming up into the nineties. It’s not like Fall is here completely, but I can feel it. In one week it went from summer to hints of the coming winter. I smell dried grasses and hints of fires. The fires being from forest fires. And living in the mountains brings the touches of another season much earlier and more obvious to the mind. The winds come up in the afternoon bringing sweet smells that are vague in decaying matter.

The blackberries are ripening and they in themselves bring a smell that is unique to only them. Sweet and spicy. Hard squashes are hardening and getting ripe, or orange and such. There are onions drying around our farm and my rose is putting on its last show. Blooming small spicy blooms that are not as showy as they were this early summer.

There is nothing I would like to do more than to curl up on the couch on the front porch with a large pot of tea. Surround myself with books I’ve started. Which at this moment is about ten. I’m way over ambitious when it comes to finishing any book nowadays. I’d like to have the time to sit with a notebook and write poetry and work on some of my ‘books’. It’s that time of year when I start working on a Fall inspired story that was started five years ago. It seems like I can only work on it this time of year. I forget what the Fall is like when it’s spring and summer. So at this rate it will take me years to ever finish the thing. But I don’t mind as I am at home this time of year. This is my season. This is my time. I am never more comfortable than this time of year. I’ve claimed it as mine for years. And every year I revel in it and shout it out to anyone who will listen. I don’t care if I repeat it to people. And I don’t care if people view me as more of a spring person. Fall gives me the time to be introspective. I spend long moments in the sun thinking and evaluating. I soak up as much sun as I can and I dream. The simple things in life become important and I take the time to notice all that is around me.

Okay, maybe I try to do that on a regular basis but at this time of year, because I know it is fading and winter will be here, I try to take in as much as I can.

 I think more people should as well.

Signing off

~Kate