A Friendly Musical Visit Every Day

In case you need reminding, September starts tomorrow. I'm slightly envious of people for whom September means the start of something new. It hasn't meant anything to me in many years. If you're going back to school or back to work or back to something this September, I wish you the very best. Here's to new beginnings, even if they're so scary you could puke! If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would also help me hugely! But you don't HAVE to do any of that. I'm very happy to get a daily visit from you, so just keep coming back. Oh, and I also recommend hitting the "Subscribe" button at the top of the p

I mentioned yesterday that I spent time at the cottage with my family, recently. One thing we do there every night is play board games. This year, my youngest sister bought us a board game called That's So 90s, which was so much fun I laughed until I cried. My siblings are some of the funniest people I know, and when we get together we are ridiculous. At one point, while we were answering questions about the 1990s, this song came on the radio. We all started laughing, because of the Seinfeld connection. What could be more 90s than that? If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would also help me hugely! But you don't HAVE to do any of t

I just got back from a trip to the cottage with my family, followed by a visit to my partner's hometown. Usually it's good to get home after being away for any amount of time, but on this occasion I'd rather be gone. I missed the cats and all, but I feel like depression lives in my walls. I walk through the door feeling fine, but it's not long before I sink into sadness and lethargy. To counteract this effect, I'm listening to our cottage radio station, 97.7 Moose FM out of Bancroft. The wonders of the internet! Here's what's on the airwaves now, from Bancroft to your ears: If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would

We couldn't listen to yesterday's Frou Frou track without now listening to this one. The first time I heard this song, I was WAITING IN LINE (for real!) to try on a pair of pants at a store called Jacob, which has since gone out of business.  I loved that store. There was a location close to my office in the early 2000s, and I shopped there all the time because they had a great clearance section on the lower level. I'm always looking for a deal. Not just that, but they sold clothes that actually fit me. Twenty years ago, it was hard to find businessy clothes in smaller sizes, and they also had pants that were the right length for my short little legs. I miss that store. I miss you, Jacob! If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books

This is my mantra, these days: Let Go. I maintain such a strong grip on expectations, and often I have no control over whether or not the things I want will actually come to fruition. My mother's illness is an obvious example: I can support her to the best of my abilities, but I can't cure cancer. My relationship is another realm where I'm trying hard to abandon my very strong attachment to end results. We are working hard to achieve the future we want, but there are so many obstacles in our way that it often feels we will never surmount them. I'm trying to find a happy medium, between striving to achieve relationship goals and sitting with the inner knowledge that the future might not be what we've planned. It might be something altogether different. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are

I'm constantly coming back to this message for creators, but it's an important one: keep creating what you're inspired to create, even if it doesn't seem "important" compared to other people's art or endeavours. Your work will speak to someone. It will. You never know how or where or when, but your art is going to help someone in ways you couldn't possibly predict. Hayloft is the song I listened to on repeat after my grandmother died. I don't know why this song. Maybe it was just the first loud song my MP3 player hit upon while I was taking the bus home from the hospital. It took me out of myself, and out of the pain and sadness of her death. I don't know how many times I listened to it. I just kept going back for more. I doubt very much this song was written with the intent of helping someone process their grief, but it worked for me. I'm so grateful I had it on that long bus ride home. Write the book you want to read. Record the so

I can't listen to Lhasa de Sela without crying--she died so young: at 35, of breast cancer, if I'm not mistaken--and she was possessed of so much wisdom, wisdom well beyond her years. So I really don't listen to this gorgeous album of hers unless I actively WANT to cry. Yesterday I told you that my mother was diagnosed with cancer. I also mentioned that it takes my emotions quite a while to catch up with new information like this. Last year, when my cousin died, I got off the phone with my mom thinking I was totally fine with his death, no problem at all. Probably a week after I found out about his death, I was trying to sort out a billing error with my telecom provider when I burst into tears. I could not stop sobbing into the phone. The customer service person hung up on me, which, even at the time, I found hilarious, considering this company gives so much money to mental health charities. Don't they know that charity begins at home? Anyway, don't listen

I just found out my mother has cancer. It always takes me a while to process information like this. I'm not quite ready to access my emotions yet. It's still sinking in. Two years ago, my mother was so sick we thought for sure she was going to die. She refused to seek medical attention. So I think I did a lot of my coming to terms with a parent's mortality at that time. But I also think it'll be days or even weeks before this new reality sinks in. I'll tell you something funny, though: after my mother called me to tell me how her doctor's appointment went, I needed to go out to see my property manager about something. As I was walking down the street, a car drove by blaring this song: Only the Good Die Young. It was the first song I heard after my mother told me of her diagnosis. The Universe has quite a sense of humour, don't you think? If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing yo

Everybody needs a dance break sometimes... ...and something in my heart just told me that sometime is now. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would also help me hugely! But you don't HAVE to do any of that. I'm very happy to get a daily visit from you, so just keep coming back. Oh, and I also recommend hitting the "Subscribe" button at the top of the page so you won't miss a song! See you tomorrow! Giselle

Funny when you realize you're becoming your own grandmother... I was telling some millennials about those old Dionne Warwick Psychic Friends Network commercials, and I still assume that anything I remember, everyone remembers. It hasn't fully hit me that I remember things that happened before other people (adults) were born. Gets me a little off-balance, sometimes, that realization. But today I felt very entertaining as I explained the Psychic Friends Network to a group of young people. They asked me, "Did you call?" heh. No, I did not. In case the Psychic Friends Network was before your time: If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour o

One time in couples counselling, our therapist encouraged us to talk about how we plan to care for each other if one or the other gets sick--or dies.  He asked us if we've thought about the financial side of things, in particular.  "Have you thought about how much money you'd like to leave Giselle? Have you thought about how you'll take care of her when you're gone?" My partner said, "I've never thought about taking care of Giselle.  Giselle just takes care of herself." I almost burst into tears.  That's the impression I give people--even those I love most: that I'm this self-watering flower who doesn't need anything from anybody. True, I am self-sufficient.  I've always taken care of myself because I've always had to, even as a child.  But you know what?  After all these years, I'd really like to be taken care of.  I don't mean that in a financial sense, even though money-talk is what got us started down this road

I've been staring at my hands for the past ten minutes. No, I'm not high.  I just happened to look at these hands of mine and go: when the fuck did YOU get old? Seriously, my palms are all wrinkled and creased. Since when?  They didn't used to look like this. I know what my hands used to look like. Young, for starters. But, see, when I was a teenager, I had a huge palmistry poster hanging in my bedroom. I paid attention to the lines on my hands. There didn't used to be so many! As I was staring at my hands just now, all I could think about was that scene from Beetlejuice with Alec Baldwin + Geena Davis turning to dust before our very eyes.  That's how my hands looked, to me: like they were aging with every second that went by. And, damn... I guess they are. I'm sure I'll mention Beetlejuice again, considering it was my favourite movie for many, many years. If, like me, you need to watch it again right this second, go forth ! You might also want

Yes, we have vinyl. What a treat, right?  I haven't owned a record player in decades and there's so much I miss about the warmth and the crackle. It's Been A Long, Long Time is a song that gets sexier as the years go by, but there's something about this 1946 recording that makes one strikingly aware that a war has just ended. Don't you get the sense, in listening to it, that two lovers have been parted by circumstances outside of their control?  There's a sense of relief in their reunion. In later years, we get the sex and sultry passion with vocalists like Tina Louise and Peggy Lee . But, in 1946, this song is rather sweet. Well, that's my take. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out fr

Here, have a heartbreaker. Like yesterday's "Me and My Shadow," we're listening to another song written in the 1920s. This version comes to us from the late 50s, and it really tugs at the heartstrings. I've mentioned before that I'm a sucker for jazz standards. They particularly appeal to me when I'm sitting at home, alone, and missing the one I love. Yesterday I mentioned that I like to remind myself of the temporary nature of all things. That helps a bit, when you want to be with someone who's far away.  But music helps more. According to Amazon, this album has 118 tracks ?!? If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  P

I'm kind of bummed because two days have gone by and nobody's getting back to me. My partner's in the middle of the woods, so no communication there.  I wrote to every tier of friend, I called my mom, I called my sister. Wrote to family members. Nobody's returned my calls, nobody's written me back. It's hard to reach out when I'm lonely. To reach out and get no relief really sucks ass. Whatever happens, I like to remind myself it's a temporary situation. I'll hear from people--all at once, probably, to the point where I just want some time to myself. But, at the moment, this song is playing over and over in my mind. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Suppor

I woke up with this song in my head, which is pretty spectacular, considering I don't think I've heard it in 30 years. Pretty swingin' for a sad song. In fact, I never thought of this as a sad song, when I was a child. I used to sing it a lot, around the house, proclaiming my right to cry. Now that I'm looking at the album cover, there's a whole lot of crying going on.  Look at the song titles on this album : Cry Me a River, Judy's Turn to Cry (which is the sequel to this song, my father always said), Cry & You Cry Alone, Just Let Me Cry, and just plain Cry. Crying: it's what teens do best! If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavo

What a perfect summer song. Last weekend I went to my first garage sale in over 30 years, and this song was playing. Took me right back to childhood, because Under the Boardwalk formed part of the soundtrack of my early years. I guess I grew up before the days of adult supervision, because I'd like to think that, had my mother been with me when I was garage sale shopping at the tender age of 7, she wouldn't have let my buy a stranger's cheap crappy 1980s earrings. Fortunately, the next school year my friend Julia's newly pierced ears got horribly infected. When I saw that, I decided pierced ears just weren't for me. My body never got the chance to be poisoned by someone else's ears. Get nostalgic with The Drifters' All-Time Greatest Hits . If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are is

I wrote a whole blog post about this song a few years ago, so I'm just going to repost it here. It's very thorough, as you'll see: I started hearing this song on the radio a couple months back--"Only Happy When It Rains." I kept thinking how much I enjoyed it. The lyrics spoke to me and I liked the sound. Last Friday, by chance, I caught a concert of indie and alternative rock on PBS. One of the bands performing was called Garbage. That's how I found out who'd been singing that song on the radio: Garbage. That's how I found out when this song came out: 1995. I was in high school in 1995. If I could go back, I'd spend my teen years listening to grunge and punk and... I don't know. I still don't know what's cool. When I was a high school student I listened to a classical radio station and Broadway musicals. My best friend in Grade Nine loved Iggy Pop. I should have followed her lead. Anyway, doesn't matter. I can't go ba

This is a song my dad played a lot when I was a kid. I loved it because it seemed to be about school stuff, and I loved school. I DO claim to be an A student--at least until University, when academia hit me hard. I managed to put myself through school, attending classes during the day and working nights. In fact, I often worked between classes, too.  I was very lucky to have a super-supportive boss. My first year at University, I failed hard. I failed out of my program. You're talking to someone who had their first summer job at 8 years of age and who worked and saved so I could be the first in my family to go to university. Then I get there and fail? But I switched specialties (well, I had to). Second year, I didn't do spectacularly well, but I didn't fail. I kept at it, working to pay my rent, tuition, books, all my costs of living, until I finished my degree. By that point, I was just glad to be done with school. Looking back, I'm proud of young me. Hey, you

We were out for a walk last week when a girl crossed by wearing a July Talk T-shirt. As she passed, my partner whispered to me, "What does that mean?" I felt like an actual YOUNG PERSON that I was able to ramble at length about July Talk , which is a band--that's a band T-shirt that girl's wearing. What I love about July Talk 's sound is the rough Tom Waitsiness of the male voice paired with the elegant sweetness of the female voice. Actually, my partner and I were talking about Tanya Tagaq later that same day, and you can hear her throat singing on this track, so clearly it's the right one to share with you today! From their album TOUCH , which has a bunch of great tracks on it. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy m

I'm obsessed with "Death and the Maiden" imagery: a skeleton and a beautiful young woman. Sometimes they're talking. Sometimes they're kissing. Sometimes they're fucking. You never know what they'll get up to, that raunchy pair. It's imagery I faintly recall studying when I took art history courses in university.  I think it's got me in its grips at this stage because midlife feels like a confrontation between youth and mortality. I don't feel like a middle-aged person. I feel like a young person staring death in the face. This gorgeous ballad dates back to the 15th century, from what I gather. Maybe even earlier than that.  The recording isn't that old, obviously--in fact, it appears on an album called Bold Champions , which was just released a few months back. Isn't it amazing when an old song can continue to speak to the human experience hundreds of years after it was written? Music is magic. If you're wondering how yo

The first time I ever heard this very popular jazz standard, it was on SCTV, during an over-the-top performance given by Andrea Martin as Edith Prickley. Now, every time I hear the song, I immediately picture Edith Prickley in her leopard print suit, belting it to the rafters. I've heard a lot of great covers of this tune over the years, but the one I'm presenting to you today is still my favourite. This song was actually published as "Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the Positive" in 1944, and you'll often find the title transcribed that way. I'm not really a positive thinker, and after using the Mind Over Mood workbook to help with my depression, I don't feel so bad about that. The authors emphasize realistic thinking rather than positive or magical thinking. Very sensible. Although it can be excruciatingly difficult not to go negative when you're depressed, Mind Over Mood gives you tools to get through that kind of thinking rather than just be like "la l

Yesterday's video for These Boots are Made for Walkin' brought to mind this one--although I realize now that I've misremembered it pretty drastically. I guess Olivia Newton-John in a leotard was the only element that stuck to my brain, because I didn't even remember that there were dudes in it.  And there sure are a lot of dudes! The 80s sure were super-fun. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would also help me hugely! But you don't HAVE to do any of that. I'm very happy to get a daily visit from you, so just keep coming back. Oh, and I also recommend hitting the "Subscribe" button at the top of the page

One time I asked my mom, "What's your favourite song?" This was the song she picked. I asked her why she liked it so much and she said, "It's about being a strong woman and standing on your own two feet." That really surprised me, because I'd always viewed my mother as a meek little doormat. Unfairly, perhaps, because she did ultimately leave my abusive alcoholic father. I think it's the fact that it took many years of family violence for her to make that decision that led myself and my siblings to feel so betrayed and unsafe. But I shouldn't minimize the steps my mother took and the sacrifices she made to keep us safe. I have two siblings in particular who say it was too little, too late--we were already damaged beyond repair, by that stage--but we're still alive, and that's something. Yes, we were in harm's way for a long time, but my mother's got such a sunny disposition. I don't think she figured anything really

I found this song from 1966 after falling down a YouTube rabbit hole, and WOW that voice. Damn. It's not just the voice, though. This song is devastating. I'd never even heard of Norma Tanega before coming across this track. Apparently she wrote for Dusty Springfield. Can't help wondering what else of hers I've heard, because this song sure cuts like a knife. From the album Walkin' My Cat Named Dog . If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would also help me hugely! But you don't HAVE to do any of that. I'm very happy to get a daily visit from you, so just keep coming back. Oh, and I also recommend hitting the &qu

Last week someone asked me to name a love song that played a part in my life somehow, and I literally headdesked because I couldn't think of ONE. I've never had an "our song" with anyone. How fucked is that? It's just too hard. There are too many songs, and a lot of them are great but none perfectly describes, say, my current relationship. This song comes to mind, but I'm not sure if it's too sexy to be considered romantic. Like, it's not the kind of song you'd play at your wedding, right? Or would you? Would I? I don't know. It's a little too much like "Hey, mom, we fuck!" and I just don't have that forthcoming a relationship with my mother. I've always loved this song, though.  Anohni's voice does me in. Have you ever listened to that spoken word track called Future Feminism, where she talks about the moon and stuff? I die. It's so good. Dull Flame of Desire is from the album Volta . If you're wond

Every time I hear this song, I think what a great erotic novel it would make. The problem is that I can never figure out what the book would be about, which is why I haven't written it yet. That said, I've written a lot of books without knowing what they're about. I think I'm just afraid I could never live up to the steamy, sexy heat this song provides. Vinyl for this one is available at a really reasonable price! If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would also help me hugely! But you don't HAVE to do any of that. I'm very happy to get a daily visit from you, so just keep coming back. Oh, and I also recommend hitting t

I guess I should be slapping ADULT CONTENT warnings all over this week's sex-u-al music, because a lot of these songs are EXPLICIT as fuck--this one in particular. Princess puts a smile on my face every time I hear it. Devi McCallion's music is so cool. Have you bought it all yet? You should! And then brace yourself for this awesome track: If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would also help me hugely! But you don't HAVE to do any of that. I'm very happy to get a daily visit from you, so just keep coming back. Oh, and I also recommend hitting the "Subscribe" button at the top of the page so you won't miss a

The first time I heard this song, my mind immediately went back to yesterday's track:  Punch Me in the Neck . Sex Week went down the BDSM road pretty much instantaneously, didn't it? *shrugs* I don't mind... From the album Every Where Is Some Where . If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would also help me hugely! But you don't HAVE to do any of that. I'm very happy to get a daily visit from you, so just keep coming back. Oh, and I also recommend hitting the "Subscribe" button at the top of the page so you won't miss a song! See you tomorrow! Giselle

When I was a teenager, I listened to CBC Radio 2 and all my friends teased me about it. In those days, the CBC played classical music and a smattering of jazz. I always looked forward to Saturday Afternoon at the Opera. My sister and I were like little Frasier and Niles . We ate this stuff up, because it was so different from the music our father listened to. We made a point of latching on to "the finer things" in order to feel superior. We hoped to rise above our childhood. Mission accomplished, you'd think--my sister used to be a concert pianist! But the truth, as we've both discovered, is that you never really rise above your humble beginnings.  Trying to do so only causes you grief. Anyway, that's not the story I meant to tell. What I wanted to tell you about was a mix tape my best friend made me in high school. It's a lot of Tori Amos and Ani DiFranco. She called it "Songs you'll never hear on the CBC." When I heard this raunchy so

Let's have a little fun today. In fact, let's have a little fun all week. I've got a bunch of sex-u-al songs planned for us, because studies say people have less sex during the hot and sticky days of summer. Do people with air conditioning have more sex than people with no air conditioning? That, I don't know. Will this song inspire your desire? Possibly. Probably not. I don't know your kinks. It actually reminds me of a class trip to Ottawa, because me and my fellow Grade 7 students kept singing it on the bus. We got in trouble for singing it too loudly in a gallery or museum--can't remember which--but our teacher just rolled her eyes. She was on our side. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out