It's easy to get addicted to the news, these days. The world is a 24/7 train wreck. How can we look away? My mother's basically been self-isolating since January. Well, not really, but she had her surgery, she was in hospital for weeks, then when she got out she couldn't leave the house, and by the time she'd recovered enough to be out and about, she wasn't allowed to. Her immune system is severely compromised. She is very much at risk. Thank goodness my brother lives with her. She also has lots of friends and sisters who are more than willing to drop groceries at her door. I didn't mean to write so much about my mom. I only mentioned her to say that she tells me she often turns on the news first thing in the morning, and suddenly it's afternoon. All she's done in that time is watch the news. There's not much good in those reports. I don't know if there should be. I don't know if goodness seems trite, when so many people are dying. ...
I mentioned yesterday that I'm grieving the loss of an Irish friend, so we're listening to more Irish music today. I always liked this song, and it strikes me as a good one for mourning. Sail away, sail away, sail away. 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! I'm also an Amazon Influencer, so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through my affiliate links . 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 m...
This weekend, I took a much-needed day off from hospital duty to go to the symphony. I've never seen the place so packed, but it was no surprise, with a double-bill like Rachmaninoff's 2nd piano concerto and Scheherazade. Elim Chan did a powerhouse job. I couldn't believe my luck when I found this video of her conducting Scheherazade on YouTube. Witness the journey! This concert was an experience, I tell you. The tickets were my belated Christmas gift to my parter (and also his Valentine's Day gift, because I haven't been terribly organized lately...) and he went on and on about how much he enjoyed the performance. It feels good to give a gift the other person genuinely loves. Even better when I get to share in 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...
I'm sitting on my bed trying to edit a monster of a book (it needs A LOT of work!) and outside my window what do I hear? Harmonica. Somebody practices the harmonica around this time every afternoon (it's 3:30 as I write this post) and you know what? They're pretty darn good. Not this good. Not yet. But getting better every day. 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! I'm also an Amazon Influencer, so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through my affiliate links . But you don't HAVE to do any of that. I'm very happy to get a daily visit...
I needed new pyjamas, so, naturally, I went to the supermarket. They sell clothes for cheap. I am nothing if not cheap. Whenever people buy me pyjamas (and by "people" I mean my mother, because she is the only person who buys me pyjamas), they buy me flannel pyjamas. As a permimenopausal person, let me tell you, flannel does not work. Even when I sleep naked, I wake up drenched in sweat. So I needed to find something I could sleep in that wasn't hot, and what I found (at the supermarket) were these adorable soft fluttery little shorts. And they were made of a printed fabric. And that print was of sea flora, tridents, and purple Ursula heads. Ursula, from The Little Mermaid. Since I loved Disney villains as a kid AND they were on the clearance rack, I bought them and paired them with a tank top I got for $3. The reason we're listening to Divine is that, in case you weren't aware, the character of Ursula in The Little Mermaid was modelled on Divine. Now I...
My partner has a love-hate relationship with this song. Every time the commercial comes on, he notes that it's remarkably well-done, but since when do people grab their butts and sing about diarrhea onscreen? 1989, I guess? That's when the movie Parenthood came out. I am delighted that there's a remix so that I can share this tune with you AND take up more than 16 seconds of your time. This remix is my everything. 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! I'm also an Amazon Influencer, so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through my affiliate links . But...
A grocery flyer came through my mail slot today. Across the top, it said: BACK TO ROUTINE. As soon as I read that, this song jumped into my head. I've been listening to it ever since. Over the holidays, visitors to this site dropped drastically. It worried me, I must admit. But the moment this BACK TO ROUTINE grocery flyer entered my apartment, visitors magically returned to the blog. What a relief. I guess we're all settling back into our usual routines--whether that means buying bananas or paying daily visits to a certain music blog. If you've been away, I'm pleased to welcome you back. Thanks for coming. I genuinely enjoy producing these little posts for you each and every day. I hope you'll continue to return all year long. 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...
We've been listening to some pretty heavy songs the past few days. We need a break. This is a song my father used to sing to me, as a child. Inspired by it, I stuck a piece of bright blue bubble gum to my bedpost (I wanted to find out for myself the answer to the question this song poses), but I got in trouble when my mother, who apparently was not familiar with the song, spotted my bedpost gum. So I still don't know the answer. A question for the ages... 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....
When I was looking up the song "Fever" to use in yesterday's post, I came across this prescient track, whose title could not be more suitable for these pandemic times. I thought wow, someone must have written that and got it up real quick, but nope. This song came out over a decade ago. 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! I'm also an Amazon Influencer, so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through my affiliate links . 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 ...
Although we have separate residences, my partner and I spend most of our time together--either both of us at his house or both of us at my apartment. It's increasingly rare that we spend time away from one another, and when we do, I am astounded by how much I miss him. Right away! The reason this amazes me is that I lived alone for 20 years. I used to be used to being alone. Now I'm not. And I get so instantly lonely that I worry I don't have the emotional resilience (or whatever) to take care of myself. Emotionally. And resiliently. Or something. Was I stronger on my own? I mean... no. I was never not depressed throughout those two decades of living by myself. My mental health was significantly worse back then. I don't love being lonely when my partner's not around, and I'm not saying I'm a mentally healthy person (I'm definitely not), but... But what? I don't know. I don't think I know what kind of point I'm trying to make. I just miss my...