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Sunday, November 12, 2006
Multifarious Vocabulary
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Feverish
Stewart Sternberg said...
Jess, I have a writing assignment on my blog I think you might enjoy. I mention this based on some of the posts you've made. The writing assignment is a challenge to write 1000 words or less, focusing on character development and dialogue, to write about a seduction. The seduction can take any form. It can be light or dark. It can be romantic or not. I will link to all postings with the assignment this coming Friday. Anyway, just thought you and anyone here might be interested.
I wrote this fictional tale in response to Stewart Sternberg’s assignment. It is more romantic than seductive. I realize that it is lacking in dialogue and it is over his count suggestion by 270 words, but it is what I was inspired to write. Maybe I’ll write something sexier later in the week. Thanks for including me Stewart. I added your interesting blog to my Luring Link List.
I look forward to reading other submissions. I’m sure that I will learn something.
Jessika Eve saw him for the first time while he was onstage tickling his guitar strings and her heart with his seductively sweet lyrics. He had curly dark hair and a large masculine presence that was inviting to her at a deep level. She immediately felt the urge to lick his perfect teeth. After falling in love with his soulful words and style she felt her body aching to sit on his lap. She wanted to wrap her long legs around his back and feel his broad chest pressed tightly against her full and tender breasts.
Jessika was wearing a mini skirt. She imagined how the denim fabric would slide up and over her hips exposing her shapely thighs. She imagined feeling his bulge pressing against her pelvic bone and making the crotch of her pink panties damp. She wondered how his lips would taste.
She just learned that the musician with the captivating male voice was called Dylan Ray. Dylan was the surprisingly handsome and intriguing opening act for a fantastic female named Fiona Apple. Jessika doesn’t attend many concerts, as she has two young children. She had attended many concerts as a teen, and had never felt a physical attraction to a musician or band due to digging their style--or even because they were hot.
Jessika was new to her third decade, which had surprised her with a sexual awakening and openness that she had never expected. She was relatively shy around men in her teens and twenties and had almost always ignored their interest in her. However, a hormonal frenzy had transformed her into a woman who was ripe with hunger for experimentation. When she laid eyes on Dylan, she didn’t mean to feel the way she did. It just happened, as naturally as a rose opens its silky petals unto the warmth of summer sunshine.
She was giddy with an internal excitement that made her feel almost desperate to capture his heart—his lust. She was also struck with shame as to the intensity of her desire to make him notice her. She had always thought that groupies who threw themselves at musicians were vacuous sluts. Jessika was an intelligent, selective woman who had fewer lovers in her adult life than she could count on one hand.
Jessika sent Dylan an email to tell him how much his talent had touched her. She shared details and photos of herself, even though she knew she was only a raindrop in a sea of enamored fans. She wanted to stand out. She wanted to make him as curious about her as she was about him.
His reply was friendly and polite, but somewhat clipped. He gave her his phone number after reading some of her blog entries. However, Jess was too much of a coward to actually call him. Dylan followed up by saying that he was intrigued and was looking forward to meeting her at a show, but he was not interested in trying to develop intimacy through emails. He had a busy week traveling from LA to NY for gigs and then home to have a crew waiting to tape a show, which would air on a major network the following week.
Jessika was anxious and excited about meeting him. She was unsure if she should go through with her idea to have a sleepover party with her girlfriends after his show at the Bed & Breakfast. She really wanted to spend time bonding with her girlfriends, while they enjoyed cocktails and Dylan’s great music. She also planned to play Truth or Dare like they did as girls, and have a pillow fight--and jump on the beds--and collapse giggling.
Motherhood allowed little time for such uninhibited fun.
She was also hoping to find the courage to ask Dylan to hang out with them for a little while in their room. She was even secretly hoping that he might kiss her goodnight.
Kate has been Jess’s beautiful auburn-haired, Irish best friend since they met in first grade. Like Jess, she is a mother of two. They still live in the same neighborhood, a little more than two blocks apart like when they were little girls. They played tag, hide-n-seek, jump rope, cheerleader and baton twirler during their elementary school years almost every day until Kate threatened to go home from sheer exhaustion.
Lisa is Jess’s pretty, petite German girlfriend. She has chestnut hair and eyes, and a beautiful wide, warm and inviting smile that Jess has known since fourth grade. They played Nintendo games like Mario Brothers together a lot after high school. Lisa is a social worker who is dedicated to her job. She drives so fast that Jessica found herself holding on for dear life, as a passenger in her Prius on their way to college classes.
Rae is Jessika’s almost-twin, physically. However, Rae is the prettier twin due to her cuter nose and fuller mouth, which Jess tells her often, as she affectionately kisses her on the cheek. However, Jess was genetically blessed with bigger breasts. They both have shoulder length blonde hair, long legs, narrow size-nine feet and heart-shaped faces with big round eyes framed by long lashes. Jess has blue and Rae’s are green. Rae lied to her friends in high school telling them that Jess was her twin from Texas who used to live with their dad. (Jess was forced to fake a southern accent on one occasion while visiting Rae at the restaurant where she was a waitress.)
Jess corralled her pals after several phone calls, emails and babysitting arrangements. All four women rode together in Jessika’s white SUV, while singing and being as silly as teenagers on the forty five minute ride to the show. The group of women discussed what they were going to wear down to their accessories--and the results were stunning. Jess chose a curve-hugging black, cashmere V-neck sweater, skinny jeans and scarlet, peep-toe, sling-back, patent leather pumps. She accented her outfit with a simple pair of large silver hoop earrings, a diamond bracelet and a sleek black wristlet. Her new lacy black lingerie was hidden, but made her feel more feminine.
After they arrived at the cozy B&B, they gathered around a table and ordered cocktails. Dinner was served a short while later, as Dylan took the stage. They quietly fed each other forkfuls of rich food, but Jessika was transfixed by the delicious man onstage, and therefore had trouble swallowing.
The room was relatively small and they were the only table full of women, but the professional performer didn’t seem to notice them in the small venue. However, after the concert he approached their table, as Jessika felt her legs begin to tremble. She felt like a little girl who was about to meet Fonzie, from her favorite show Happy Days for the first time. Phil’s manner was cool, as he smiled and said, “Hello ladies, thanks for coming out.” His attention turned toward Jess, as he said, “You must be Jessika.” All three of Jess’s friends focused on her, as they waited for her reply. They were aware of her crush.
Jessika’s voice came out as a whisper, “Hi. You were terrific.” Her mouth was dry. She picked up a glass of water and sipped, as she gazed up into his friendly face. Their eyes held for the briefest of moments, as Jessika felt her whole body buzzing with the realization that Dylan recognized her face from her photographs. Jess forced herself to continue to introduce herself and her friends, while feeling a little dizzy and overwhelmed by excitement. Her heart was fluttering faster than butterflies’ wings, as she offered her hand. Instead of shaking it, Dylan pulled her to her feet and into a tight embrace that flooded her with a feverish flush. Jessika melted into his arms.
Jess, I have a writing assignment on my blog I think you might enjoy. I mention this based on some of the posts you've made. The writing assignment is a challenge to write 1000 words or less, focusing on character development and dialogue, to write about a seduction. The seduction can take any form. It can be light or dark. It can be romantic or not. I will link to all postings with the assignment this coming Friday. Anyway, just thought you and anyone here might be interested.
I wrote this fictional tale in response to Stewart Sternberg’s assignment. It is more romantic than seductive. I realize that it is lacking in dialogue and it is over his count suggestion by 270 words, but it is what I was inspired to write. Maybe I’ll write something sexier later in the week. Thanks for including me Stewart. I added your interesting blog to my Luring Link List.
I look forward to reading other submissions. I’m sure that I will learn something.
Jessika Eve saw him for the first time while he was onstage tickling his guitar strings and her heart with his seductively sweet lyrics. He had curly dark hair and a large masculine presence that was inviting to her at a deep level. She immediately felt the urge to lick his perfect teeth. After falling in love with his soulful words and style she felt her body aching to sit on his lap. She wanted to wrap her long legs around his back and feel his broad chest pressed tightly against her full and tender breasts.Jessika was wearing a mini skirt. She imagined how the denim fabric would slide up and over her hips exposing her shapely thighs. She imagined feeling his bulge pressing against her pelvic bone and making the crotch of her pink panties damp. She wondered how his lips would taste.
She just learned that the musician with the captivating male voice was called Dylan Ray. Dylan was the surprisingly handsome and intriguing opening act for a fantastic female named Fiona Apple. Jessika doesn’t attend many concerts, as she has two young children. She had attended many concerts as a teen, and had never felt a physical attraction to a musician or band due to digging their style--or even because they were hot.
Jessika was new to her third decade, which had surprised her with a sexual awakening and openness that she had never expected. She was relatively shy around men in her teens and twenties and had almost always ignored their interest in her. However, a hormonal frenzy had transformed her into a woman who was ripe with hunger for experimentation. When she laid eyes on Dylan, she didn’t mean to feel the way she did. It just happened, as naturally as a rose opens its silky petals unto the warmth of summer sunshine.
She was giddy with an internal excitement that made her feel almost desperate to capture his heart—his lust. She was also struck with shame as to the intensity of her desire to make him notice her. She had always thought that groupies who threw themselves at musicians were vacuous sluts. Jessika was an intelligent, selective woman who had fewer lovers in her adult life than she could count on one hand.
Jessika sent Dylan an email to tell him how much his talent had touched her. She shared details and photos of herself, even though she knew she was only a raindrop in a sea of enamored fans. She wanted to stand out. She wanted to make him as curious about her as she was about him.
His reply was friendly and polite, but somewhat clipped. He gave her his phone number after reading some of her blog entries. However, Jess was too much of a coward to actually call him. Dylan followed up by saying that he was intrigued and was looking forward to meeting her at a show, but he was not interested in trying to develop intimacy through emails. He had a busy week traveling from LA to NY for gigs and then home to have a crew waiting to tape a show, which would air on a major network the following week.
Jessika was anxious and excited about meeting him. She was unsure if she should go through with her idea to have a sleepover party with her girlfriends after his show at the Bed & Breakfast. She really wanted to spend time bonding with her girlfriends, while they enjoyed cocktails and Dylan’s great music. She also planned to play Truth or Dare like they did as girls, and have a pillow fight--and jump on the beds--and collapse giggling.
Motherhood allowed little time for such uninhibited fun.
She was also hoping to find the courage to ask Dylan to hang out with them for a little while in their room. She was even secretly hoping that he might kiss her goodnight.
Kate has been Jess’s beautiful auburn-haired, Irish best friend since they met in first grade. Like Jess, she is a mother of two. They still live in the same neighborhood, a little more than two blocks apart like when they were little girls. They played tag, hide-n-seek, jump rope, cheerleader and baton twirler during their elementary school years almost every day until Kate threatened to go home from sheer exhaustion.
Lisa is Jess’s pretty, petite German girlfriend. She has chestnut hair and eyes, and a beautiful wide, warm and inviting smile that Jess has known since fourth grade. They played Nintendo games like Mario Brothers together a lot after high school. Lisa is a social worker who is dedicated to her job. She drives so fast that Jessica found herself holding on for dear life, as a passenger in her Prius on their way to college classes.
Rae is Jessika’s almost-twin, physically. However, Rae is the prettier twin due to her cuter nose and fuller mouth, which Jess tells her often, as she affectionately kisses her on the cheek. However, Jess was genetically blessed with bigger breasts. They both have shoulder length blonde hair, long legs, narrow size-nine feet and heart-shaped faces with big round eyes framed by long lashes. Jess has blue and Rae’s are green. Rae lied to her friends in high school telling them that Jess was her twin from Texas who used to live with their dad. (Jess was forced to fake a southern accent on one occasion while visiting Rae at the restaurant where she was a waitress.)
Jess corralled her pals after several phone calls, emails and babysitting arrangements. All four women rode together in Jessika’s white SUV, while singing and being as silly as teenagers on the forty five minute ride to the show. The group of women discussed what they were going to wear down to their accessories--and the results were stunning. Jess chose a curve-hugging black, cashmere V-neck sweater, skinny jeans and scarlet, peep-toe, sling-back, patent leather pumps. She accented her outfit with a simple pair of large silver hoop earrings, a diamond bracelet and a sleek black wristlet. Her new lacy black lingerie was hidden, but made her feel more feminine.
After they arrived at the cozy B&B, they gathered around a table and ordered cocktails. Dinner was served a short while later, as Dylan took the stage. They quietly fed each other forkfuls of rich food, but Jessika was transfixed by the delicious man onstage, and therefore had trouble swallowing.
The room was relatively small and they were the only table full of women, but the professional performer didn’t seem to notice them in the small venue. However, after the concert he approached their table, as Jessika felt her legs begin to tremble. She felt like a little girl who was about to meet Fonzie, from her favorite show Happy Days for the first time. Phil’s manner was cool, as he smiled and said, “Hello ladies, thanks for coming out.” His attention turned toward Jess, as he said, “You must be Jessika.” All three of Jess’s friends focused on her, as they waited for her reply. They were aware of her crush.
Jessika’s voice came out as a whisper, “Hi. You were terrific.” Her mouth was dry. She picked up a glass of water and sipped, as she gazed up into his friendly face. Their eyes held for the briefest of moments, as Jessika felt her whole body buzzing with the realization that Dylan recognized her face from her photographs. Jess forced herself to continue to introduce herself and her friends, while feeling a little dizzy and overwhelmed by excitement. Her heart was fluttering faster than butterflies’ wings, as she offered her hand. Instead of shaking it, Dylan pulled her to her feet and into a tight embrace that flooded her with a feverish flush. Jessika melted into his arms.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Rewind & Repeat of Today
I gave myself a manicure and pedicure early this morning, and then ventured out to get a chin length bob haircut, since it is the current happening hairstyle. See Jessica Simpson's sassy shorter haircut above. Her silly face is still beautiful.
I went to the park to walk three miles with my sister this afternoon. She showed me table shots from her wedding and pretty photos from her trip to Maine. I introduced her to Phil Roy’s newest CD. She liked his music.
I ate a purely vegetable diet all day, so when I drank a glass of chardonnay with lunch I got an extreme buzz. I made coffee to help me get my head back, and then drank lots of water the rest of the evening.
I will be adding protein again tomorrow. I feel so low blood sugary this way. This diet has an all fruit and an all veg day once a week. Those days are difficult to get through. It was hard enough giving up bread, potatoes and pasta!
I better fit back into my skinny jeans fast. This South Beach type diet is torture. I’m glad that is an eleven day on, three day off plan, so I can have an occasional serving of comforting carbs. I’ll be so much happier and healthier when I lose fifteen pounds.
My sister lost weight quickly for her wedding, so her hot little bod is proof that it works. I was too sick with wisdom tooth issues to take the best care of myself for a while. Now that I am finally beginning to feel better, I want to whip myself back into my sexiest/slimmest shape.
I saw Borat yesterday. It wasn’t as funny as I had expected. Four people walked out of the sparsely filled theater during the scene in which tall, skinny and hairy Borat wrestled naked with his short, 300 poundish, even hairier friend. Some people are so uptight.
Phil Roy - Friday Random Ten
1. Exceptionally Ordinary2. Melt
3. She Hurts
4. Amazing
5. Nobody Has To Know
6. Why Do We Make It So Hard
7. Perfect One
8. This Business Of Love
9. A Deeper Meaning
10.Undeniably Human
*You can see Phil on the CBS show "Sunday Morning" on November 19th.
*Phil video clip
*Phil Roy podcast
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Proud Philadelphian
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Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Phil Me Up
I’m drunk on Beaujolais and Phil Roy. I fell in love with Phil, while I heard him singing the songs Exceptionally Ordinary and Melt at an intimate local theater—or maybe it was the sweetness of his folk songs that captured my heart. I rarely come across something/someone that really moves me, so it was a special moment.I am usually touched by specific songs rather than artists or albums. Is album a word anymore? There are very few musicians who I follow faithfully. I infrequently anticipate the release of a new CD, so when I discover someone extraordinary I feel like a little girl on Christmas morning.
A few days after the show, I purchased all three of Phil’s CDs from his website, so I could absorb him in the privacy of my home. Curiosity was buzzing in the back of my mind for a few days until they arrived. His sexy, masculine voice is coming through my speakers as I write. The quality of his sound and lyrics physically aroused me—I had a damp panties moment, as soon as the pleasant vibrations of Nobody Has To Know began—and it wasn’t because I cranked up the bass. I imagine that his talent makes most women feel like melting in his arms, to steal a line from one of his songs.
I find that I often become bored with an artist, since they tend to sound similar in every track, but Phil uses an eclectic mix of styles, so his songs feel fresh and entertaining. Some are light and sweet, some are more complex and deep--and all of them are exploratory and romantic.
One of his songs is called I Love Everyone, which reminded me of a silly Jerky Boys track. My favorite Jerky Boy’s character, Tarbash, stifled a laugh as he said, “I love everyone in this life” at the close of a very silly phony phone call. (The bit is called Stop That. The Egyptian Magician also elicited many giggles.) That line has stuck with me and it’s a philosophy I try to carry with me every day. Phil’s song helped reinforce that beautiful idea. (I realize that I am a weirdo for being moved by a line that came from something ridiculous.)
I was going to list my favorite Phil tracks, but I think I need more time for them to seep in. One play isn’t enough. I'm so amazed.
Pull over—Out the door
Spread those legs
Up against the wall
Seductive lyrics sung by Phil
Why Do We Make It So Hard
-P. Roy
Light a candle it will glow
Water flowers see them grow
Speak the truth and you will see
The result is honesty
Squeeze an orange you’ll get juice
Find a lover reproduce
If you’re tired go to sleep
The simple things are all you need
Why do we make it so hard
So hard
Tell a joke and make them laugh
If you’re filthy take a bath
If you’re lonely make a friend and
If you’re guilty make amends
When you’re happy show your smile
When you’re fighting reconcile
If you like music sing along
Learn the lyrics to this song
Why do we make it so hard
I don’t understand
It’s so simple
Why do we make it so hard so hard
Have you ever thought about
Time is food for a clocks mouth
Eating every second of life
Eating every second of life
Voted
I went to my local polling place early this morning. There were only two people in front of me and four people behind me in line. I was happy that I got in and out of there quickly. I took my son with me. He even went inside the booth with me, as is our usual custom. He is in the Model UN Club at school, so he often knows more about the candidates than me. He was helpful.This has nothing to do with the election, but I thought that I would share two pretty sentences that I read while finishing a book last night…
The moon had risen long before the late summer sunset. In the west, the night kissed the last rouge off the cheek of the day, and in the east the full moon hung high, the lamp of romance.
-Dean Koontz
Did anyone notice that gorgeous autumn moon last night? It seemed enormous!
Did anyone notice that gorgeous autumn moon last night? It seemed enormous!
Monday, November 06, 2006
Singing Along with Fiona
Gabcast! SwedeHart Stories #1I made this sound bite early this morning. I wanted to learn to use Gabcast. The sound quality is so poor that I won’t be likely to use it again. This is spontaneous take one, which was done with a little computer mic and laptop speakers. I also have a slight cold and sore throat, which makes my voice sound more nasal. I don't claim to have a pretty voice, but I love to sing.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Embosomed
I’m feeling very happy. I just had my kids on either side of me with their heads on my chest, and their arms draped around my waist. I sniffed their hair and kissed their heads repeatedly as I sang, “It’s double huggy time! It’s double huggy time!” There is nothing that makes me more delighted than sharing warm closeness with my precious children. The rule is that it’s not over until we have thoroughly squeezed and snuggled--with a few ticklish pokes thrown in for giggles--for at least five minutes. My kids will only be released after they have planted kisses on both of my cheeks.Our affectionate embrace made my day!
Brief Weekend Wrap-Up
On Friday afternoon, I got a facial and reflexology pedicure at Heaven Spa thanks to my sister, who generously gave me a gift card for my birthday. It was something that I wouldn’t have done otherwise, so I am grateful to her. My pores were steamed and treated until my face was clean and pretty. My feet were massaged and scrubbed and painted. The whole experience was relaxing. I felt like a pampered Swedish princess. I left the spa doing the Oola dance.On Saturday afternoon, I found a birthday card inside of my mailbox from my best friend, which had been hiding for a week. (Our postman usually puts our mail on the rungs outside of the box.) She mentioned our dinner date last Saturday night and wrote that we should do it more often, since we still have so much to catch up on. It made me smile.
I shopped online for new lingerie, pjs and slippers, a winter handbag, scarlet patent leather peep-toe heels, a hot pair of brown shoe boots and a black pair of clogs, sweet body lotions and a few other girlie things.
I watched Adam Sandler’s new movie Click on Saturday night, while my daughter had a sleepover with her best friend. (My son was at a concert with his best buddy.) It wasn’t as funny or cute as some of his other films, but I liked Christopher Walken. I love his voice and manner of delivery. He is sexy, suave and a little bit scary.
I planned on seeing Borat this afternoon, but household chores and errands postponed that idea. I am hoping to see it this week with my sister. I heard a movie critic say it was the funniest movie that he has ever seen, and he has seen a lot of movies.
In between scrubbing, polishing and mopping my little house and buying pet food and a pink Nintendo DS Lite for my daughter, I sat down and watched my favorite travel shows, which I saved on TiVo. I love Globe Trekker, Smart Travels and Rick Steves’ Europe. I spent the morning learning about Australia, England, Mexico, Seattle and China Towns across the globe, while sipping creamy coffee. It wasn't as great as exploring the places in person. I couldn't shop in all of the tempting and colorful outdoor markets or eat all of the delicious local food or feel and smell the scenery, but it was interesting and educational.
I am a geek.
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Friday, November 03, 2006
From Childhood Albums - Friday Random Ten
1. Free To Be You And Me – The New Seekers
2. Glad To Have A Friend Like You – Marlo Thomas
3. Rainbow Connection – Kermit
4. Movin' Right Along – Kermit
5. Jelly Man Kelly – James Taylor
6. Wynken, Blynken And Nod – Doobie Brothers
7. Blueberry Pie – Bette Midler
8. One Good Turn – Al Jarreau
9. I've Got Two – Big Bird and Oscar
10. "C" Is For Cookie – Cookie Monster
What are some of your favorite songs from childhood?
*Other playlisters... Ben, Ellen, Seeking Solace and Howard.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
SwedeHart Stories Second Bloggiversary
Dear blog pals,
It’s November 2006, which means that it is my second anniversary as a blogger. My first year can be found here.
I began this blog with a somewhat delusional and embarrassing post , in which I wrote about publishing my blogs as a book or two. However, I haven’t written much worth reading much less publishing, but I’m still having fun typing my thoughts. I like finding connections with interesting people who also post their news and views on life. I have learned a lot from cool friends and strangers. Thanks to those of you who take the time to keep in touch with me here!
Sincerely,
Jessica
It’s November 2006, which means that it is my second anniversary as a blogger. My first year can be found here.
I began this blog with a somewhat delusional and embarrassing post , in which I wrote about publishing my blogs as a book or two. However, I haven’t written much worth reading much less publishing, but I’m still having fun typing my thoughts. I like finding connections with interesting people who also post their news and views on life. I have learned a lot from cool friends and strangers. Thanks to those of you who take the time to keep in touch with me here!
Sincerely,
Jessica
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Vintage Inspired Self Portraits
I found dusty old newspaper clippings in my Dutch great grandmother's cookbook. I thought that the ads were super cute, but they made me sneeze. They inspired me to give a couple of my photographs a retro look. I am wearing a vintage angora/knit pillbox hat and pearl earrings. I think that I look very republican.
Samhain Chant
Fire red, summer's dead,Yet shall it return.
Clear and bright in the night,
Burn, fire, burn!
Dance the ring, luck to bring,
Dance the ring, luck to bring,
When the year's aturning.
Chant the rhyme at Hallowstime,
When the fire's burning.
Fire glow, vision show
Fire glow, vision show
Of the heart's desire,
When the spell's chanted well
Of the witching fire.
Dance the ring, luck to bring,
Dance the ring, luck to bring,
When the year's aturning.
Chant the rhyme at Hallowstime,
When the fire's burning.
Fire spark, when nights are dark,
Fire spark, when nights are dark,
Makes our winter's mirth.
Red leaves fall, earth takes all,
Brings them to rebirth.
Dance the ring, luck to bring,
Dance the ring, luck to bring,
When the year's aturning.
Chant the rhyme at Hallowstime,
When the fire's burning.
Fire fair, earth and air,
Fire fair, earth and air,
And the heaven's rain,
And blessed be, and so may we,
At Hallowstide again.
Dance the ring, luck to bring,
Dance the ring, luck to bring,
When the year's aturning.
Chant the rhyme at Hallowstime,
When the fire's burning.
- One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
- Emily Dickinson - Double, double toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble. - Shakespeare "Macbeth"
Monday, October 30, 2006
A Jazzy & Soulful Evening at the Keswick
I went to see Madeline Peyroux amongst an older crowd at the Keswick Theater last night. Her voice is reminiscent of Billie Holiday. I found myself wishing to spend an evening onstage, looking and sounding as sexy as Mademoiselle Peyroux, who happens to be the same age as me. My favorite songs were Don’t Wait Too Long, Careless Love and La Javanaise. The jazzy sound of the piano, bass, trumpet and drums were as mesmerizing as Madeline’s voice. Her new CD is called Half the Perfect World. Phil Roy opened for her -- and he was adorable. His happily bobbing, handsome head reminded me of one of Jim Henson’s super cute Muppets. I had never heard his feel good music before, but was enamored with him after five minutes. His lyrics and voice were sweet and poetic. I felt myself smiling, while sitting in my little old seat in the small old theater, in my quaint old neighborhood. Phil’s new CD is called The Great Longing. The charming song Exceptionally Ordinary is my favorite track , although I have to get to know the rest of his songs.
I purchased both CDs, even though I had already pirated some of their music from LimeWire. I rarely buy CDs, but once in a while I fall in love with a fantastic artist or two, which was the case with Madeline and Phil.
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