The Monday Music Medicine Show – THE 42 – Songs of Yesteryear

Welcome to the Monday Music Medicine Show – THE 42!

When I was young, the first music I heard was what my mother and father played. We mainly listened classical  music on the radio at breakfast. I know that was my father’s want, though my mother also loved classical. But she also was quite eclectic in her own interests. Much of the music I came to love was from her.

One of her favorite artists was Frankie Laine, and one of her favorite songs he had recorded was Granada. For me, what I love about this song begins with the musicality; the arrangement and instrumentation, which is passionate and sensual. It stirs the romance of my heart, and might be one of the few songs I can sing, and I think it is actually recognizable as Granada, and we’re talking acapella, here.

Frankie Laine was many things, if you look at his ‘resume.’  He was well known as a singer, songwriter and and actor. For me, he was the voice that painted the picture of the kind of place, as the lyrics claim, “I’m falling under your spell.” This is exactly what I did with the song, as well. This was one of the records which was on my playlist well before playlists became all the rage. So I offer you today the version of this song I grew up with, and fell in love with.

8. Granada – Frankie Lane

So my beautiful Monday Music Medicine Show friends, if it pleases you to play, share with us: songs which you have  carried with you from your youth? What songs of your yesteryear remain part of the soundtrack of your life? You know I want to hear it! Share it there (your own blog with a ping back), or share it here.

BYOM and  remember: It Don’t Mean A Thing If You Don’t Send That PING!

Music is the Medicine in my Soul and I hope yours is as healing and nurturing as mine!

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#Blesstival WAVE & Many Blessings

I recommend a trip to Fiesta Estrellas, an oasis created by a loving Soul, Ka Malana, who always helps me to see where I am.

Fiesta Estrellas

Good Morning!  “Blessing is the Art of Harvesting the Wisdom of the Invisible World.” John O’ Donohue. I’d like to add that sometimes the blessing is written on the white-board. But I will get to that later. First a short story:

While decidedly joining in the #Blesstival wave at Sophia’s Children on January 10, and preparing a blessing post to reverberate into our resonate cyber field, immediately the words of John O’ Donohue came to mind from his Beannacht/Blessing. There’s not one year’s transition, in recent years, that I have not seen this poem or heard it spoken. So, I wanted to bring it here, just to be sure it continues to lead in my heart and mind in the coming days.

On the day when
the weight deadens
on your shoulders
and you stumble,
may the clay dance
to balance you.
And when your eyes
freeze behind
the grey…

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The Sandbox Writing Challenge 22 – Prison or Freedom

At one of my favorite hangouts, Impromptu Promptlings, on this bright and sunny Wednesday, I found Tuesday’s Sandbox Writing Challenge, which the lovely Lady Calen has brought to us this week.  In a two part question, we’re asked:

1. What part of YOU is locked inside this house?

2. What can you do to free that part of yourself?

The house can be seen at the link listed above. It’s quite a lovely looking house. It has at least 3 stories, with a fourth beneath ground; the basement. It looks to have air conditioning, and I’m sure, it has heat. It’s likely to have a kitchen, with a stove, refrigerator, dishes, pots and pans, and a nicely stocked pantry. There’s hopefully at least two bathrooms, and several rooms to serve as personal domain, and shared space.

Oh and look, there’s a porch I can put a rocking chair on, and sit and watch the world go by. And that yard, beautiful, as long as there’s not another house for a mile in any direction.

I can’t think of any reason to want to leave the house. You see, to the agoraphobically challenged, this is a paradise, a safe house, if you will.

Now you ask me about a building like this:

and I’m going Great Escape on you, to get the hell out of Dodge. If I couldn’t dig a tunnel out, I’d find sanctuary – as I’ve done in my life at work, and other places during the worse of times – in something like this:

So the answer would be, no part of me is locked inside or more importantly, feels trapped. I’m there because I want to be. One of my favorite lines from a book is, “It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.” – Bilbo Baggins

That is pretty much how this lovely house made me feel. It does make the second part of the question a moot point.

Granted, I may be missing the point altogether, but it wouldn’t be the first time.

Music tells it all:

The Monday Music Medicine Show – The 42 – Trailers

Welcome to the Monday Music Medicine Show – THE 42!

Back on track, with Kari Kimmel and “Black”

I often wonder when something catches my attention, musically, is it because of the show on which I first heard it? That is a distinct possibility. But I believe, at least in some situations, I could have heard it anywhere, and I still would have taken notice.

For the sake of the connection in this case, I happened across a trailer for a new season (a couple of years ago, now) that was about to air for a favorite show of mine. Trailers actually have played that role for a lot of songs I hear and fall instantly in love with.

As is usual, I have no idea, when I first hear the song, who it’s by nor what the actual title might be. It was fairly easy to figure out the name of this song. Not as easy to identify the singer. Though, I did eventually, and the song lives happily in my playlist!

Another case of this would be a song in a commercial shown before a movie I was going to watch. It was just a small part of the song, but I perked up, and just had to know what that song was, who that singer was. And I managed to track it down.

So my beautiful Monday Music Medicine Show friends, if it pleases you to play, share with us: what songs you may have heard for the first time in a trailer, in a commercial, or anywhere in advertising. You know I want to hear it! Share it there (your own blog with a ping back), or share it here.

BYOM and  remember: It Don’t Mean A Thing If You Don’t Send That PING!

Music is the Medicine in my Soul and I hope yours is as healing and nurturing as mine!

The Sandbox Writing Challenge – The Other

Standing here, in the sandbox, I consider what the lovely Impromptu Promptlings Lady Calen has presented for this week’s challenge.

What have you done that no one knows about?

A very interesting question. So many answers would actually seem benign. For instance, one day when I was working for the Parapsychology Foundation, I was leaving the bagel shop where I went every morning, just before heading to the office. As I departed, a young woman approached me, asking for money – panhandling. Now I’ve given money, while stopped at a light, when one of the street people came and washed my window for a few ‘bits’ – whatever one can spare. But I was never in the habit of just giving money to someone on the street. I didn’t know if they were really hungry, as this woman claimed, or if they wanted cash to buy drugs. What I did was to invite her into the bagel shop and bought her breakfast. I was assured the money was being spent on what it was asked for.

But that is not a secret. It just is how I was and am.

So, what is the juicy dirt on me? I would imagine that is how the question was meant. Or perhaps what I think it means. I’ve always thought of my life as an open book. I’ve certainly shared a great deal of my personal story, in the pages of my blog. Still, there are a few things I’ve never mentioned.

I have an alter ego into whom I slip when I can’t take being inside myself any more. I can feel the shift, and it is rather seemless. One minute I’m the me who doesn’t want to live here anymore, and the next, I’m a daring do other, full of a sense of self that I don’t have. It’s who I imagine I might have been were I born into a different body. Then the shift back happens when I have to be present and accounted for.

That’s probably no surprise, now that I think of it. But it’s the best I can come up with. Let’s just call it brain fog.