Tunesday-Tiny Dancer, Adam Boy and Sublime Moments

Claire and Adam

Thanks La La for your tale of sublimity. I liked it so much I had to share one of mine.

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted about my kids. They’ve been busy. I’ve been busy. This is about my Adam boy, the quiet one. I think this is my favorite photo of him and the  lovely Claire, his girlfriend. She is the daughter of my heart.

I remember a few months back, he participated in a talent contest. There he stood, this stoic but sarcastic young man. A spotlight lit his baby face and the music swelled around him. What emitted from his throat was raw emotion. I thought my Meggie could sing, but damn. His tone was pure. Pitch, perfect. There was no sliding up to the note. He just hit it!  His voice a sweet tenor, with a falsetto that when you hear it, makes the heart soar.

You know, I’m proud of my children. Their talent. Their brains. Their rebelliousness. Hell, just about everything.  That night, I was proud of my son’s ability to lay his heart open and bleed while singing the lyrics of an old Elton John tune. As his falsetto crescendoed, his father and I beamed at each other. I rested my head on Roger Darling’s chest and let tears spill down my cheeks. Our Meggie is classically trained and a talent in her own right. But our Adam Boy, he sings his emotions. They project from his body with every note he sings.

Hold me closer Tiny Dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today

Tunesday-Deep Cuts ;-)

Heard this on the radio on my snowy drive into work this morning. It put an instant smile on my face. Some of my readers may know why. It was the first song played at my wedding reception by the band that we hired. Yes, we had a band, not a DJ.

I remember my silly and drunk friends sat in the corner of the reception hall. They scrawled the words, ‘play Led Zeppelin’ on Chinet dinner plates and held them over their heads. Little did they know that the band we hired would do just. With that song, the party started and went on into the wee hours. The alcohol flowed and the dance floor was always full. Roger Darling got drunk and showed me his underwear. I hiked my dress up and showed him my ass. I drove us home that night. He was hammered, sitting in the front seat with his feet hanging out of the open window. The night was balmy. The smoke from our cigarettes wafted in the breeze created  by the cross draft.

We married on Memorial Day weekend. Our parents were concerned that attendance at the party would be light. 550 people came to celebrate. I guess they needn’t have worried.

This one takes me back to when I was a 13. Sitting with Andrea in her living room and getting high. Hey, I started early. I was wild and unsupervised. I’m still wild. Still unsupervised. I don’t get high though. That part of my life is over.

Andrea came back to me this year. After 30 years, we found each other. She gives me shelter. I do the same for her.

Hmmmm, what is the explanation I should give for this song? Rob and Lionel singing Brick House. I don’t think I need to say a thing. Go and get your groove on.

Happy Tunesday Lovies.

Tune Tuesday (Until I can think of a better title)

tune tuesday

“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent”Victor Hugo

I’ve decide that I’m going to post up a video or five every Tuesday morning. I’m a music whore from back in the day. My tastes are eclectic. I may post just about anything. Ska, hip hop, rap, dance, electronica, grunge, pop, classical, opera, show tunes, punk, and the list goes on and on. Strap in babies. It’s going to be fun.

This week I’m posting videos from two women that I admire. Katy Perry is a bubble gum pop star. I’m not into all of her music, but this song echoes in the romantic part of my heart that still breaks from love lost. I dedicate it to L and P. Most especially L. It’s the stripped down version. Acoustic, haunting, and nostalgic. Yes, it makes me cry. Every damn time I listen to it. Every damn time.

The next video is from Serena Ryder. I’m enamored with the smokiness of her voice. It’s wounded, but strong. A young Bonnie Raitt complete with guitar. She’s one not to be fucked with. Stompa makes me want to grind. And believe me honey, I do. In my living room, the dance floor and my car.

Okay, here’s one more. I heard it on the radio and it made me think of an old friend. Love you B.

We’re running with the shadows of the night
So baby take my hand, it’ll be all right
Surrender all your dreams to me tonight
They’ll come true in the end

You said, oh girl, it’s a cold world
When you keep it all to yourself
I said, you can’t hide on the inside
All the pain you’ve ever felt
Ransom my heart, but baby don’t look back
‘Cause we got nobody else

We’re running with the shadows of the night
So baby take my hand, it’ll be all right
Surrender all your dreams to me tonight
They’ll come true in the end

You know that sometimes, it feels like
It’s all moving way too fast
Use every alibi and words you deny
That love ain’t meant to last
You can cry tough, baby
It’s all right
You can let me down easy
But not tonight

We’re running with the shadows of the night
So baby take my hand, it’ll be all right
Surrender all your dreams to me tonight
They’ll come true in the end