The 70s Are My Favorite Era In Music History – Day 13

I feel I should write about spooky songs, beings that today is a Friday the 13th, but honestly, I don’t know that many spooky songs.

I was a child of the 80s, meaning I was born then, a GenY child, grew up in the 90s and was exposed to all kinds of music through my childhood. Without meaning to, I learned about the music of the 70s by accident. I used to listen to this light rock station when I lived in the Central Valley of California in my early formative years of music. I was given a small boombox with tapedeck, an extra blank tape and there you have it. I think it even came with a microphone to hold. I used to record and make my own things, my sister and I would talk; it was a lot of fun.  But where I had my most fun was I would turn on this nice station. I was monitored when it came to how noisy the music I listened to was, not being allowed rock, but this station was okay.

I thought because it was a station that played current things, that everything on it was current. Turns out, it wasn’t. A lot of the light rock stuff played in 1987 was music from the mid 70s, so without even knowing it, I was getting an education on music my parents listened to. My parents did have some music I would play on the record player, but honestly, when you are 5, the only thing you really want to play is kids music on the record player. Except for the classical composition of Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Suite, but that’s another story.

Flash forward 13+ years when suddenly I had great access to a music catalogue from my now current library. My parents and I started ordering cdsto listen to and I was suddenly thrust into the wide world of music from the 70s. It was incredible. And the other thing was, suddenly I was hearing music I knew as well! I really remember the one I thought was a ‘my era’ song that was not, was Dan Fogleberg’s “Longer”. So 70s. So good.

I have listened to a wide range of music, so wide that I really have a hard time picking out favorite artists, though I have a couple. The music from the 70s was a lot of one hit wonders that were marvelous, but there were others that have entire albums. The 70s mix cds that our family made, our one of the most played sets of music in this house. There was a great collection of music called Super Hits of the ’70s: Have a Nice Day, and it was filled with a lot of the one hit wonder songs. But then I got exposed to the Guess Who, Three Dog Night, Olivia Newton John (which my dad had two of her records and now that I was old enough to get it, listened to her music), Neil DiamondBill Withers, Sam Cook, Simon and Garfunkel, James Taylor, Carole King, Joni Mitchel, Chicago, and probably so many more that I can’t list them.

I can tell you the song more than the artist a lot of the times, and if I had my druthers, I would play more of that era. It’s a good era. The music is fun, sometimes naughty, but mostly clean, told a story and just has a good beat.  I love talking music with people, especially people in my parents or older generation because they get surprised when I know that style of music. I know who they are talking about, a lot of the time, and I know what they mean. (this is why I say I get along with baby boomers. I have spent enough time around people in that age I get them way better than my own generation)

And not only do I know music, I like talking about it. It’s one of my favorite subjects.

So, what era of music is your favorite? Or do you have one, and why?


James Taylor Is One Of My Fall Jams – Day 12

James Taylor. 1969 . Henry Diltz Photography (via pinterest)

I wrote about James Taylor years ago on this blog, James Taylor is in the House , and how James was my autumn music listening choice. It’s still very similar, though this year, I can’t find my cd (I have yet to mp3 it) and I just haven’t had the time to put it on.

I think there are just some artists that have a propensity for certain times of th eyear. Why is Carole King’s “Tapestry” a hot summer album? Maybe it’s only to me that I feel that. Simon and Garfunkel are definitely fall. Melancholy? Maybe that’s why. Some of the songs of Simon and Garfunkel, James Taylor, and defintely Celtic music, tend to be much more melancholy and that apeals to a more autumnal listening soundtrack.

I haven’t turned on Art Garfunkel’s Breakaway album either and that is fall to me. But as time goes on, and my listening tastes change or are added to, I find that folk music and jazz fill up my more seasonal listening style. Right now is more of a time for Gregory Allen Isokov and Mumford & Sons. Maybe throw in the Lumineers. Bob Dylan. They all have a lyricism that is more poetry and autum inclined. Maybe it’s just my tastes have changed.

That being said, I think I ought to find James Taylor’s Greatest Hits and put it on. Some Walking Man needs to be in my life. Or the song below because well, it speaks to me.


October 5th – Write 31 Days – Frost is on the Pumpkins


The frost is on the pumpkins and the hay is in the barn,
and the walking man walks….
James Taylor – Walking Man

Oh my gosh, James Taylor’s Walking Man has got to be one of my favorite songs. I just love it so and this song is the epitome of fall to me.  In fact, James Taylor’s Greatest Hits album, minus the Steamroller song, is my go-to Autumn album. I have not heard it enough this season. A second favorite album this time of year is Art Garfunkle‘s Breakaway album.

Pumpkin season is here….


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


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

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


The Beat Goes On

Maybe it’s me, but I don’t think drummers get enough recognition. Girls always go for the lead singer or guitar player of a band.  And I mean real band, not some hip thrusting, dance, jiggle boy band.  I’m talking an all around real band. 

My reason for stating this is after hearing a Lifehouse song where the rhythm of the drums hit me and has stuck.  I lived next to a boy who got a drum set and started drumming then became a part of the highschool band.  The practice drove me nuts, but once he got good, it was a joy to hear.

Music isn’t music without the beat. Sure, you can have songs that don’t have drums, but think about any song that really sticks with you. I’m betting it has drums somewhere. Right?

That heart pounding, body thumping pulse.  That’s what gets to me.  Take a listen to the BeeGee’s ’Islands in the Stream’.  Really listen to that beat.  Glen Campbell’s ‘Sunflower’, Lifehouse’s ‘All In’.  And you really want  one that takes the cake? James Taylor’s ‘Fire and Rain’.  The drums in that are deep and they hit your heart. Your gut.  Deep. 

But this is me. I love songs with a great beat. Great drums. I would love to play drums.  They look amazing.  But I was blessed with un-coordination, so I can barely tap without getting out of rhythm. But maybe someday I’ll get to meet a drummer and watch them in person.  I would certainly like that. Being able to hear the drums in person, and watching it. I would love, right now, to see the drums being played for the Lifehouse song. Ah, a girl can dream.

So as the classic song goes……………….   “and the beat goes on, the beat goes on”  courtesy of Sonny and Cher.

Signing off