Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Breathe Me

Six Feet Under is arguably the best show in the history of television.  If you have not watched but might, don't press play because it might spoil things for you.  

But if you have watched, you'll know why this song is special and will undoubtedly enjoy the chance to revisit it.

I bawled like a baby when I first watched the series finale to Six Feet Under; I could not imagine a more powerful or moving close.  Years later, and this song and these images can still bring me to tears.  I'm not much of a TV watcher, but the very last episode of my very favourite show was certainly an event I won't soon forget, and this song is completely a part of that.




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Day 7 of the 30-Day Music Challenge - A song that reminds you of a certain event.  Care to play along?  What's a song that reminds YOU of a certain event?  Leave me a comment and let me know.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Here Is The House

Many moons ago (I think it was the tenth grade), I was subjected to the most boring history class ever.  Luckily, it just happened to be taught by the laziest teacher ever - he rarely took attendance.  A fellow sufferer, Katherine, cut class with me.  We bonded over our new-found rebelliousness and became fast friends.

Katherine's folks went away just about every weekend, so it was pretty much inevitable that her place became our regular hangout, and that's where I practiced growing up.  There was drinking and boys and parties and boys and laughter and boys and trouble and boys and, well...you get the idea.  I'll spare you the details, but it truly did seem like her house was the place where everything happened.

An old record player in the basement was our entertainment system, and whatever vinyl we could scrounge up became the soundtrack to our lives.  A copy of Depeche Mode's Black Celebration was in heavy rotation, and this track in particular sort of became our theme song.   All these years later, listening to it still takes me right back to Katherine's house and the drama that we created there.


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Day 6 of the 30-Day Music Challenge - A song that reminds you of somewhere.  Care to play along?  What's a song that reminds YOU of somewhere?  Leave me a comment and let me know.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Any Way The Wind Blows

This weekend was my swan song as Raksha - our end of year Cub camp, and my final activity as a Cub leader.  We spent the weekend at a Earl Rowe Provincial Park, and had a blast (even though I was terrorized by an aggressive raccoon, AND the folks at the site next to ours discovered a black widow spider.  Yes, seriously.).

All of us leaders are pretty different from each other, but the kids form a common bond between us and we work from there.  I can honestly say that these men are three of the greatest guys I know and I am so lucky to have had the opportunity to work with them these past couple of years, and very grateful that the Scouting movement made it possible for me to know these people that I otherwise would not likely have met.

The leaders that I share the load with make things tolerable, but it's the kids that I do it for, of course.  I love them all; each of them has something special going on for them.  But there is one little guy who touches my heart a little more than the rest.

Last year, I wrote about a man who sort of came unhinged from reality.  You can find the background on that situation here and here.  That man is this particular little guy's father.  

This past year with Cubs has been pretty hard on him.  All the camping trips we've taken remind him, most painfully, of all the camping trips in the past with his dad.  And I wouldn't be surprised if they make him think about all the camping trips in the future that won't include his dad, either.  

So, yeah.  Maybe we give in a little on a few things, knowing this little guy's history as we do.  Like when we give him the chance to pick the next song and he chooses the SAME one every darn time, we go ahead and play it, no matter how many times we've heard it before.  And every single time, all of us leaders agree that yes, it is the best song in the history of rock and roll, just as enthusiastically as the time before.  And the time before that.  We sing along with him and bang our heads at just the right places.  We do this for the smile that lights up his face from the first note to the last.  

We know that there is nothing we can do to make the pain go away.  But maybe the memories we make with him can sort of take the edge off a little.  Maybe, every time he hears this song, he'll remember his Cub pack and the love and fun we gave to him when he was hurting most.  I know that, for the rest of my life, I will always think of him when I hear this song.   Any way the wind blows...



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Day 5 of the 30-Day Music Challenge - A song that reminds you of someone.  Care to play along?  What's a song that reminds YOU of someone?  Leave me a comment and let me know.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

House of Smoke and Mirrors

**Set to auto post on Saturday, it didn't so I'm pulling the trigger now**

I love sad songs, and in my opinion, no one does 'em better than Matt Good.

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Day 4 of the 30-Day Music Challenge - A song that makes you sad.  Care to play along?  What's a song that makes YOU sad?  Leave me a comment and let me know.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Cousins

**Set to auto post on Friday, it didn't happen so I'm pulling the trigger now**

You know how you can be driving along, feeling sort of blah for no particular reason, and suddenly that song comes on the radio?  You know, the song that makes you crank the volume, feel the beat, and sing along, at the top of your lungs, all while wearing the most goofiest of grins?

You do, right?

For me, this is that song.  Well, one of them, anyway.



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Day 3 of the 30-Day Music ChallengeA song that makes you happy.  Care to play along?  What's a song that makes YOU happy?  Leave me a comment and let me know.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Your Woman

It was 1997 and I was basically a mess.  I’d quit smoking pot, but hadn't yet quit him.  Cigarettes and panic attacks were my constant companions and that damn song was always on the radio.  He loved it, naturally.  Not me, but I would whisper along with the chorus:

“I could never be your woman...”




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This post is a two-for-one.  Fifty-five words for my friend G-Man, along with Day 2 of the 30-Day Music Challenge - Your least favourite song.  Care to play along?  What's YOUR least favourite song?  Leave me a comment and let me know.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Who Stole The Soul

What's your favourite song?

If you asked me this question on five different occasions, you'd likely end up with five different answers. 

First of all, there are way too many good songs in the world to ever settle on just one.  But also?  I'm constantly changing, too.  The songs that make their way into constant rotation on my stereo are the ones that speak to me, to the person I am right then.  Some of those songs endure and remain lasting favourites, while others are nothing more than a passing passion.  Either way, they are - one hundred and ten per cent - my favourite at that very moment.  

If I'd been writing this post a week ago, I might have had something different to say on the subject, but I'm not.  So.  My favourite?

Last week, my good friend Stranger  shared her love of William Elliot Whitmore in this postWilliam who?  I had never heard of him before.  The two videos she included instantly intrigued me, and I was downloading his last album, Animals In The Dark, before the final notes of the second song played out.  Since then, I've hardly listened to anything else.

Stripped down songs and a voice that I could wrap myself up in.  That's what speaks to me right now.



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Day 1 of the 30-Day Music Challenge - Your favourite song.  Care to play along?  What's YOUR favourite song?  Leave me a comment and let me know.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Play The Game

A new blogging friend, Ixy, has been taking part in something called the 30-Day Music Challenge.  She's almost all the way done now, and I've held out as long as I could - but you just know I have to jump on this bandwagon, right?

So I did a quick Google and found the theme for each day.  I plan to start tomorrow, and I hope that you will think about your own song selections, and comment or blog your way through this challenge with me. 

Day 01 – Your favorite song
Day 02 – Your least favorite song
Day 03 – A song that makes you happy
Day 04 – A song that makes you sad
Day 05 – A song that reminds you of someone
Day 06 – A song that reminds of you of somewhere
Day 07 – A song that reminds you of a certain event
Day 08 – A song that you know all the words to
Day 09 – A song that you can dance to
Day 10 – A song that makes you fall asleep
Day 11 – A song from your favorite band
Day 12 – A song from a band you hate
Day 13 – A song that is a guilty pleasure
Day 14 – A song that no one would expect you to love
Day 15 – A song that describes you
Day 16 – A song that you used to love but now hate
Day 17 – A song that you hear often on the radio
Day 18 – A song that you wish you heard on the radio
Day 19 – A song from your favorite album
Day 20 – A song that you listen to when you’re angry
Day 21 – A song that you listen to when you’re happy
Day 22 – A song that you listen to when you’re sad
Day 23 – A song that you want to play at your wedding
Day 24 – A song that you want to play at your funeral
Day 25 – A song that makes you laugh
Day 26 – A song that you can play on an instrument
Day 27 – A song that you wish you could play
Day 28 – A song that makes you feel guilty
Day 29 – A song from your childhood
Day 30 – Your favorite song at this time last year

Sunday, May 22, 2011

It's The End of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)

Rapture was scheduled for last night, 6pm. We had a countdown, sort of like New Years, and then drank to our health when nothing happened. Best birthday ever.

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Friday, May 20, 2011

Communication Breakdown

I hate spam, truly I do.  

No, I don't want to last all night for her pleasure, and while I am certainly flattered to know that seven Russian girls want to date you now!, I'm not likely to act on this information.  Oh, and all those people who seem to think that I'm their Beloved and want to share their millions with me, if only I would help them access the funds?  Sorry, but your message hits the trash, too.  

And that's just the email spam.

Blog comment spam is usually even more irritating.  Especially because it's often in a foreign language and I don't even know exactly what it is that I'm getting pissed off about.  If you're going to spam a blog, at least have the courtesy of doing it in the blogger's native tongue, for goodness sake!

But sometimes something extra special makes its way into my life, something so weird, that I just have to laugh.  Today, I opened up my email and read this entertaining comment from my very good friend Anonymous (nasty and unclicked links removed, of course!), a comment on a blog post that I wrote almost a year ago:
Please broadcast me it worked right? I dont fancy to sumit it again if i do not have to! Either the blog glitced out or i am an idiot. the subordinate election doesnt strike me lol. thanks for a cyclopean blog!
 Awesome!  I am so pleased to hear that my blog is cyclopean.  Everyone should be so lucky.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

I Can Hardly Wait To See You Come Of Age

My tiny Beaver Scout with the silly hat and the gap-toothed smile somehow morphed into a lean and lanky, shaggy-haired Cub.

At tonight’s end-of-year banquet, I watched as he left his outgrown Cub pack behind and was welcomed by the Scout troop he’ll be joining in the fall.

Man, I’m so proud of that kid.

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Sunday, May 15, 2011

Thunder Only Happens When It's Raining

Rumors by Fleetwood Mac: it was big when I was small.  Like a word on the tip of my tongue, every song is an almost-memory of a childhood I can't quite recall.




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Friday, May 13, 2011

Ahead By A Century

With a little help from Google, my ten-year-old son teaches himself the intro to “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne on his electric guitar.

With a little help from the book Guitar for Dummies, I teach myself the intro to “Old McDonald Had a Farm” on my acoustic.

Seems I have some catching up to do... 

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Here are my fifty-five words for G-Man's Friday 55.  Head on over and see what others had to say this week, and maybe give the F55 a shot yourself.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Our House

The car in the driveway is the exact same shade of red as the ocean of tulips, blooming in the garden out front.  Everything, right down to each blade of grass, is in its proper place.  Windows sparkle, walk is swept.  Everything is clean and neat and symmetrical.  Perfect.

And then there's my house, right across the street.  Two cars in the driveway, one is a dirty and dented white, the other a very dusty black.  The spring bulbs bursting forth in my little piece of garden form a patchwork quilt of colour and jostle for space with the dandelions and the tiny wild forget-me-nots (which are my favourite, even if some people do think they are the next thing to a weed).  The grass is a little long, and the hedge needs trimming.  Again.

I notice these things, sitting cross-legged on the sidewalk out front: Will and I decorate cement squares with chalk in the sunshine, and the other stuff remains undone.

Perfect.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Desire

I had a few extra $.  I considered a tattoo, but settled on something else.   You might call it a midlife crisis, but it’s something I’ve always wanted to do…

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Thursday, May 5, 2011

Walking Far From Home


Gord leads me through the bush: he says it’s a trail, but I’m not so sure.  I’ve got my wellies on, and dirty jeans, and as I push through tangles of cedar and spruce, my hair collects bits of broken branches and pine needles - hardly glamorous.   Yet it’s been ages since I’ve been this happy…


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Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Home For A Rest

Yes, I've sort of been MIA for a few days.   You see, a couple of times a year, me and my bestie run away from home, husbands and children for a few days.  We head up north to her dad's place for three days of relaxation.  Typically we visit some local farms to check out the new additions (lots of cute baby animals at this time of year!), hike through the bush, go visiting with the locals, and tour the surrounding area.  We also do a lot of eating and a lot of drinking.  Ahh, bliss!

All in all, there's nothing I'd rather do with my three day weekend.  And of course I have lots of stories.  Sadly, I haven't had time to write them down yet.  But bear with me, I'm sure they'll come.  In the meantime, if you'd care to see some of the critters and scenery that I enjoyed on my brief jaunt, click here.

I hope to be back to my semi-regular blog reading and posting schedule in a day or two.  The only problem with going away is all the stuff I have to do before to get ready, and all the stuff I have to do when I get back to recover!