My brother listened to Queen incessantly when I was a kid. It wasn’t until Live Aid in 1985, though, that I knew that I loved Freddie Mercury.
My brother listened to Queen incessantly when I was a kid. It wasn’t until Live Aid in 1985, though, that I knew that I loved Freddie Mercury.
Six months ago, by date and by day, I went roller skating for the second week in a row. It was my new escape from an unpleasant 9 to 5 situation. By the end of that night, six months ago, by date and by day, I had a new situation to deal with, and it involved me not being able to move or bend my left wrist for at least six weeks.
You know how a lot of times it seems like six months ago? That went so fast/slow! But I actually can believe it was six months ago, no more, no less. Each day passed and the experience kept me focused on one at a time. I struggled to stay in the present in the past, but this gave me laser focus on the now.
We’ve spent four evenings together. It’s always a good time. But there’s one night I’ll never forget.
“What I want is songs that echo. The stuff we’re doing now is like somebody’s bed sheets: spread ’em out, soil ’em, ship ’em out to laundry, you know? But our songs…I want us to be able to fold ourselves up in them forever… understand? That’s the most you’ll ever get out of me Wordman. Ever.”
~Eddie Wilson
Everyone has an artist or some other guilty pleasure that they don’t like to admit they have (or had). Barry Manilow anyone? Of course, I proudly say I’m a Fan-ilow! Ricky Martin? Si, si, si! But there was this one time… I’m still kind of… … It’s a story I really don’t like to tell… but maybe today is the day to break the stigma…
I’ve had a mighty hankering for Chinese food lately, and the gem of a place I found during the winter is closed for a time. Well, at least I can ‘feed’ my writing with the want of such deliciousness, hence the title of this post.
It’s Song Lyric Sunday and it’s also halfway through the Blogging A to Z Challenge. I figured I’d share something about both today. If only I could share in some spring rolls…
I bet you think that Alanis Morissette’s angry anthem You Oughta Know would be the song of choice for you. As was often the case, you’d be wrong.
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The only thing not hidden away in the back of my closet in my Boy Box is the CD that you made for me. Every now and then, I pull it out of the book of CDs where it lives and press play on track number nine.
It’s Thursday! It’s time to share some doors! What did I capture this week? Let’s find out.
Teen Me swoons every time I hear this song. I have loved this band since I was but a wee one. They were my Beatles, although I never fainted, and even in the 80s, they had better haircuts than the Fab Four. i met them four times — The Hooters, not the Beatles. I was speechless at first, but that improved with age and each time I met them.
