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...
Last week, my partner was talking about the movie Midnight Cowboy , which I'd never seen. I laughed because I've been watching Futurama on DVD lately, and the film is spoofed briefly in one episode. I never got the reference until my partner described Midnight Cowboy to me. Ever since, I've had this song--Riptide--in my head, just floating around back there, not demanding terribly much attention. This morning, I recited some of the lyrics to my partner and said, "Do you think he's talking about Midnight Cowboy ?" My partner had, unsurprisingly, never heard Riptide. I honestly don't know where he's been for the past 40 years, because he doesn't seem to be familiar with any music that was created after 1979. Anyway, I played my partner the lyric video (he was particularly amused by the line "I want to be your left hand man"), and when it mentioned the "movie that I think you'd like," he said that did sound like Midnight Cow...
The other day, I mentioned my partner's cousin just died. He's taking her death pretty hard, and telling me lots of stories about her life. To him, she was always a colourful character. Their family was very religious and straight-laced, so the fact that she'd done LSD, for example, made her a bad girl in the extreme. My partner recounted to me hearing his cousin sing this song--Janis Joplin's "Mercedes Benz"--when the adults weren't around and feeling absolutely scandalized. He'd never heard anything so blasphemous. So today's post is going out to my partner's cousin, in loving memory. She's still the talk of the town. 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...
This music video was among the preshow weirdness before this week's Movie Jo Night (on the Mary Jo Pehl Show channel on Twitch). I had never heard the song before, but I instantly fell in love with it. I had no idea what the song was called. I found it on the internet by googling the lyrics... which are quite odd. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and anecdotes, the easiest thing you can do is buy my books (most are for adults only!) 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 . I also recommend subscribing to my newsletter. I generally e-mail subscribers with a weekly update, and I would LOVE to have you on the list. Click here to sign up: http://eepurl.com/R4b11 See you soon! Giselle
I woke up in a pool of sweat at three in the morning. This is not unusual, but last night's sweat far exceeded the amount of sweat I've sweated on previous occasions. The sheets felt wet beneath me. I could not go back to sleep on them. Fortunately, there is a spare bedroom at my partner's house. Unfortunately, I feel guilty when I use it. I feel bad for leaving him alone in bed. But I really had no choice last night. The sheets were gross. I had to go. After I'd spent the rest of the night in the cool, crisp, DRY sheets of the spare room, I heard my partner starting his day. I got up and apologized for abandoning him. He had no idea what I was talking about. He didn't realize I'd left the bed. Okay, so maybe next time I soak the sheets with sweat, I won't worry so much about heading into the spare room. By the way, it's wild writing to you about perimenopausal night sweats while listening to a song that came out when I was in my early teens. I...
It's pretty unusual for my dreams to have a soundtrack, but last night's did. My dream was supposed to be some kind of TV show. I don't know whether it was a crime drama or what, but there was this couple and toward the end of the dream, some hucksters were encouraging them to enter this room. All the cool kids were doing it, that sort of thing. Go in the room. Just go in the room. When we, the viewers, saw inside the room, it was a dull, dark place. Other people were in there. Other couples, I'm guessing. They weren't being tortured or anything. That's what I'd imagined I was about to see: something really horrific. But it wasn't horrific. It was just quiet and boring. Sorry to provide way too much insight into my decimated psyche, but I think this dream was supposed to be about marriage. The narrator (my dreams don't usually have narrators, but this one did, being a TV show and all) kept mentioning engagement rings and proposals. Anyway, I wok...
My partner and I were just watching Land Girls (I've seen it before, but it's much more melodramatic than I remember) and there was a great Billie Holiday song playing in the background of one scene. It wasn't this song. I don't know what song it was. I convinced myself I would remember the lyrics, even though I never remember anything. Sure enough, I don't remember even a single word. But this is a good song, so let's listen to it! If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and anecdotes, the easiest thing you can do is buy my books (most are for adults only!) 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 . I also recommend subscribing to my newsletter. I generally e-mail subscribers with a weekly update, an...
I'm going to classify this clip as painfully nostalgic and nostalgically painful. There is nostalgia, but not in a good way. There is mostly pain--what The Mads would call Deep Hurting. That's this. I fell down a Captain and Tennille rabbit hole while doing research for a book (also known as wasting time instead of writing), and it landed me here. I can't even pinpoint what I find so painful about this. Maybe the total fakeness of it? Maybe just the 70s in general? Maybe the fact that so many of these entertainers are dead and/or have sad stories around them? Maybe it's just the fact that I don't like watching musical numbers like this on TV programs, like on awards shows or anything like that. I always find them cringeworthy, and I don't know why. Anyway, I'm supposed to be writing a book at the moment. Better get back to it. I've set myself a strict timeline for this one. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and a...
I didn't expect to be saying these words today (or ever), but after almost 900 daily posts (!!!) I'm going to have to put this beloved little music blog of mine on a brief hiatus. My partner is moving this month, I'm trying to finish writing a book, I've got a million things to do, and we've reached the something's-gotta-give stage. I love (love, love, love, love) producing this blog for you, but time is at a premium this month and it takes more time than you might expect for me to put together these little posts every day. So I leave you, for the time being, with a special request from my partner. This is "way up there" on his list of favourite songs, and it truly reflects the way he sees the world around him. All the sweet elements of nature I tend to take for granted, he sees. He points them out to me. That's one of the many things I love about him. He sees the beauty in the world that I would otherwise miss. I will be back. I just need some t...
After listening to Tears of a Clown yesterday, how could we not play this well-known aria (is it an aria?) from Pagliacci? Pagliacci is, after all, referenced in Tears of a Clown. The two songs have a lot in common--the theme of putting on a face to perform in public after suffering a heartbreak. I'll tell you outright: I feel out of my depth talking about opera. This, despite being a person with an honest-to-god opera subscription. For real. I go to the opera all the time. I love opera. There are a few opera I feel like I can talk about with confidence, but the snobbism that exists in this realm really keeps me from wanting to say anything at all. Even though Pagliacci is a really famous opera, I've never seen it and I know next to nothing about it. Before looking it up, I had no idea the opera was written by Ruggero Leoncavallo. I don't even know who that is. It's an Italian opera from the late 1800s. After watching this Pavarotti clip, boy, do I want to see it....