Tunesday-Dear Daily Mail by Amanda “Fucking” Palmer

Amanda Fucking Palmer

I haven’t written a fucking word in over a week. I couldn’t even think of a good song to post for Tunesday. Then what appeared in my email inbox, but a lovely kiss off to the Daily Mail by one of my idols, Amanda Fucking Palmer.

I’ve posted a couple more of more of her videos, because, well, she’s fucking AWESOME!

Warning: Amanda is not for the faint of heart. Think that’s why I like her.

I’m hoping my words come back soon, because I promised a certain redhead that I’d write our story. Wink, wink.

Do It With a Rock Star

In my mind
In a future five years from now
I’m one hundred and twenty pounds
And I never get hung over
Because I will be the picture of discipline
Never minding what state I’m in
And I will be someone I admire
And it’s funny how I imagined
That I would be that person now
But it does not seem to have happened
Maybe I’ve just forgotten how to see
That I am not exactly the person that I thought I’d be

And in my mind
In the faraway here and now
I’ve become in control somehow
And I never lose my wallet
Because I will be the picture of of discipline
Never fucking up anything
And I’ll be a good defensive driver
And it’s funny how I imagined
That I would be that person now
But it does not seem to have happened
Maybe I’ve just forgotten how to see
That I’ll never be the person that I thought I’d be

And in my mind
When I’m old I am beautiful
Planting tulips and vegetables
Which I will mindfully watch over
Not like me now
I’m so busy with everything
That I don’t look at anything
But I’m sure I’ll look when I am older
And it’s funny how I imagined
That I could be that person now
But that’s not what I want
But that’s what I wanted
And I’d be giving up somehow
How strange to see
That I don’t wanna be the person that I want to be

And in my mind
I imagine so many things
Things that aren’t really happening
And when they put me in the ground
I’ll start pounding the lid
Saying I haven’t finished yet
I still have a tattoo to get
That says I’m living in the moment
And it’s funny how I imagined
That I could win this, win this fight
But maybe it isn’t all that funny
That I’ve been fighting all my life
But maybe I have to think it’s funny
If I wanna live before I die
And maybe it’s funniest of all
To think I’ll die before I actually see
That I am exactly the person that I want to be

Fuck yes
I am exactly the person that I want to be

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Tunesday-An American Girl by Bonnie McKee

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After yesterday’s post it’s time to lighten the mood for Tunesday. Here’s a cute little ditty from Bonnie McKee. Crank it up baby and dance your pants off!

I fell in love in a 7/11 parking lot
Sat on the curb drinking slurpees we mixed with alcohol
We talked about all our dreams and how we would show ’em all (whoa oh oh oh)
I told him I got a plan and I’m gonna dominate
And I don’t need any man to be getting in my way
But if you talk with your hands then we can negotiate (whoa oh oh oh)
I just keep moving my body (yeah)
I’m always ready to party (yeah)
No I don’t listen to mommy (yeah)
And I’ll never say that I’m sorry

Chorus
Oh I’m an American girl
Hot blooded and I’m ready to go I’m loving taking over the world
Hot blooded, all american girl (Whoa) I was raised by a television
Every day is a competition Put the key in my ignition (Oh-way-oh)

I wanna see all the stars and everything in between I wanna buy a new heart out of a vending machine
Cause It’s a free country so baby we can do anything (Whoa)
I just keep moving my body (yeah) I’m always ready to party (yeah) No I don’t listen to mommy (yeah) and I’ll never say that I’m sorry

Chorus
Oh I’m an American girl Hot blooded and I’m ready to go I’m loving taking over the world Hot blooded, all American girl (Whoa) I was raised by a television Every day is a competition Put the key in my ignition (Oh-way-oh)

You know we’re gonna shine so bright (Oh we’re gonna shine so bright…) Oh baby gonna go all night (Oh we’re gonna go all night) You know we’re gonna shine so bright (Oh we’re gonna shine so bright…) Oh baby gonna go all night

Chorus
Oh I’m an american girl
Hot blooded and I’m ready to go I’m loving taking over the world Hot blooded, all american girl (Whoa) I was raised by a television Every day is a competition Put the key into my ignition (Oh-way-oh)

Oh I’m an american girl
Hot blooded and I’m ready to go I’m loving taking over the world
I’m an American girl…

Tunesday-Summertime Sadness

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My brother Troy P.  at As Long as I’m Singing, told me that my blog lacks direction. Doesn’t he know by now that I like to fly by the seat of my pants? I like to write whatever the fuck falls out of my blonde head. In this case, I’ve relented and decided to take his advice.

I will do my level best to follow the format outlined below. I’m sure I’ll throw in some other stories and poems from time to time. As you know, I like to shake things up a bit.

Please follow Troy. I love his stories, and I know you will too.

Journal Entry Mondays

Tunesdays

Romantic Wednesdays

Famous Quote Thursdays

Friday Fictioneers

(now to figure out how the hell to make my menus appear across the top of my page. I swear I’m getting too old for this shit!)

Today I’m featuring the song, Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Rey. Though I’d like to elaborate on the song meaning, I can’t. I’m pressed for time as this is a short work week.

Don’t forget I still love it when followers send me pictures. It’s fun to write stories to photo prompts and see how close I get to the real story.

Love you all so very much!!!

Tunesday-Detroit Rock City Baby!

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I grew up listening to Big Daddy Arthur P on 101.1 the WRIF. He was and still is quite a character. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of my followers from around the country might know his name. If not, you may know the distinct sound of his voice and the way he says his trademark word, baby.

Enjoy the tuneage while I stroll down memory lane for a bit. I love Bob and Kid, but my favorite Detroiter is Jack White. Going to listen to a little Love Interruption and swoon.

XOXOXOXOOXOXOXOXO,

Sparkly Girl

Bob Seger (They do respect her but, they love to watch her strut. Yes, this song often brings out my inner stripper.)

Kid Rock

Jack White (Every breath that is in your lungs is a tiny little gift to me….)

Love Interruption (My favorite!!!!)

Help Me Make the Music of the Night

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  • Aaron Von Allmen as Raul.
  • Lauren Mallie as Christine Daae.

What can I say? Madonna University in Livonia, MI nailed the production of The Phantom of the Opera. I was completely blown away. I saw the original cast in Toronto, Ontario Canada. I have to say, I’ve never seen anything like it. I was five months pregnant with Megan. She was so active during the damn show, I knew she was going to be a diva. Sure enough, I was right. She wasn’t a lead in this show, but was still involved. Her friends, they were fantastic. She talked them, and the show up so much that I knew it was going to be good.

Aaron was Raul. His tenor voice lilts on my shoulder like a butterfly. It kisses me gently and lifts my heart with its pure tone. He is a delight to listen to and a joy to see also. His portrayal as Raul was spot on. His burgeoning love of Christine is apparent as he kisses her gently at the end of their duets.

Lauren Mallorca as Christine. Now that young woman is an ingenue. Think of Me, and Angel of Music set me on the edge of my seat. I think my heart burst as she hit the high notes at the top of her register. She most definitely wins her place as the new diva in the opera company. Her insecurity in her ability wanes as the show progresses. Christine learns she is so much more than her voice, even though the phantom holds her in his heart and mind.

Andrew Lee Neer portrayed the Phantom. He’s a man with a garish face, but the mad genius to create such a voice that the opera world had never heard. The constant metamorphasis of his personality is frightening and then, heart wrenching. You want to hate him, but you love him, as he caresses the young Christine’s face. He breaks and molds her with his madness and almost drags her into his abyss. Ultimately, love wins and Raul and Christine make their way back from peril. The music of the night, the chandelier, or the paper mache music box that dredges up memories long dead along with the withering of the Paris opera house.

I was impressed with the ensemble during such songs as Masquerade. Barbara Wiltsie, the director, did a fabulous job of casting and blocking talented singers and dancers. Their voices blended perfectly, and the ballet company was exquisite. They weren’t perfect, but they weren’t supposed to be. It was fun to see them perform, and blunder. Also Kelly Ryan who was cast as Madame Giri was perfect. When she rapped her walking stick on the stage even I felt I needed to pay attention.

Thank you cast and crew of Madonna University’s production of The Phantom of the Opera. I hope next weekend is also sold out.

Bravo, bravo, bravissimo.

Tunesday-Two Fer or Three

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Today’s offerings are kind of a mish-mash of genres. I’m feeling all kinds of emotions today. Don’t know whether to dance, sing, write, cry, bitch, break shit or run. Who the hell knows, I might do all of those things. Fuck it, I know I will.

Let the music take you over. Remember, we are to feel music, not only listen to it. Happy Tunesday my lovelies.

CRAVE YOU.

I walked into the room, dripping in gold.

BASKET CASE

Sometimes I give myself the creeps.

Want your, BAD ROMANCE.

Tunesday-Sweet, Sweet Florence

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No dawn, no day, I’m always in this twilight…-F&TM

In a darkened room you lie. Headphones on. No earbuds can bring her voice to your heart. You must hear all of her to feel the words. As the remix begins, your senses heighten. Skin prickles and the hair on your neck stands erect. You are aware of everything. You hear in color. Red, purple, green, white, yellow. There are sparks of light. You see her heart, illuminated. It warms your cold one. You begin to glow. To burn.

Let her voice wash over you. Hear the jagged subtlety of the dub step rhythm. Place your arms on either side of your head. Let them rest. Move your body slowly to the sounds you hear, see, taste, touch. Feel her, whispering sweetly in your ear. Crimson hair grazes your cheek. There’s such peace. A tear trickles down the side of your face. You reach out and find nothing, but vapor. You long to be her. With the song over, hit repeat. Let you journey begin, again.

Maybe you’ll leave the Cosmic Love behind, and  Howl!

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.

Never Think-What’s in Your Heart

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I’m enamored with Robert Pattinson. I would wander around Hollywood for days just to get a glimpse of him. I will write about him one of these days. Tonight I post a beautiful song that he recorded a few years ago. The first time I heard it, I cried. Then I swooned. I’ve always had a soft spot for British men.

Enough. Play the video and listen to the lyrics. Let them haunt you. Make you feel. Long for love lost. Someday I’ll write a story to it. Tonight I’m too damn tired to do so. I’ll listen to the words though and feel every one of them. I’ll fall into bed and dream a sweet dream. Of beauty and peace. Of hope. Gnight my sweets.

I should never think
What’s in your heart
What’s in our home
So I won’t

You’ll learn to hate me
But still call me baby
Oh love
So call me by my name

And save your soul
Save your soul
Before you’re to far gone
Before nothing can be done

I’ll try to decide when
She’ll lie in the end
I ain’t got no fight in me
In this whole damn world
So hold off
She should hold off
It’s the one thing that I’ve known

Once I put my coat on
I’m coming out in this all wrong
She’s standing outside holding me
Saying “Oh please,
I’m in love,
I’m in love!”

Girl save your soul
Go on save your soul
Before it’s too far gone
And before nothing can be done

Cause without me
You got it all
So hold on
Without me you got it all
So hold on
Without me you got it all
Without me you got it all
So hold on
Without me you got it all
So hold on
Without me you got it all
So hold on.

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

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“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