12 More Days!!!

I really wanted to write an eloquent post about the upcoming events in my life, but I am having trouble concentrating right now. Seems like 30% of my brain is singing “La La La,” 30% of my brain is dancing, and 30% is doing this…

wpid-200w_d.gif

In twelve more days we will be in Cancun!!!!!!!!!!!

Friends of ours are getting married. It will be our first holiday in Mexico. We are leaving the kid at home. La La La.

I am really looking forward to having some quality one on one time with hubby. Looking forward to a little romance (i.e. more than a nudge on the shoulder and a wiggle of an eyebrow when the kid is sleeping). It’s Tuesday, so here is a tune to celebrate…

 

Understated Road Trips

Does this ever happen to you? You go through life forgetting to do things that you enjoy? You become so busy with your responsibilities and day-to-day tasks that you forget to do things that connect yourself to a part of your personality, your character? And when you re-experience them, you say to yourself “I have forgotten how much I enjoy doing this, I should do this more often!”

When I was younger, my parents took us all across the country to visit our relatives. I was the youngest, and smallest; my designated spot was on the floor of the backseat while my brother and sister stretched their legs over me. I had slept so much during those trips that when it came to be my turn behind the wheel, I didn’t know which direction to go. When I became old enough, I rented vehicles so I could relive those experiences. For me, I enjoyed the drive just as much as I enjoyed the destination.

What is it about a vehicle that is so liberating? Is it because it is just you, a steering wheel and miles of pavement rolling beneath your feet?  This is where I play the music is so loud that the rear view mirror trembles and my heart simulates the beat of the bass.  This is where I practice my chair dancing techniques and play invisible musical instruments.  This is where I reconnect to my childish self, the momentum of the music urging me to sing at my worst and act the silliest.

The understated road trip – something I have neglected to do in the last few years, but definitely something I should be doing more of.

It’s Tuesday, so here is a tune for you. I have to give the radio credit for overplaying popular songs – by the time I returned home, I had learned this down pat. Elle King – “Ex’s and Oh’s”

Tuney Tuesday: DJ Champion

Just a little more on Sunset Drive

The road that leads to our house doesn’t have a name. If you look on a map, there is a small squiggle to indicate where the road is, but it doesn’t even have a number to identify it. Years ago, we discussed creating a road sign and debated what it should be. My vote? Sunset Drive. The first picture was taken just as I turned out of my driveway.


Now I also wrote about screaming along to music during my drives and Sabiscuit was curious enough to ask me what I listen to.(Please take a minute to visit her blog, she is a very artistic and creative person and you won’t be disappointed with what you find there). So I thought it would be great to share him with you…

DJ Champion stems from Montreal, Quebec. He is both a conductor and a musician. He often combines his love of classical music with soft beats and electronic guitars. When he tours, it is with his band “The G-strings” and a bluesy vocalist, Pilou. Better known for No Heaven, the song I will feature here comes from the same album Chill ’em All, released in 2004. It is completely instrumental, is nine minutes long, and is my go to song when I need to drown out my thoughts. Nine minutes is a lot to ask of you, so you might want to check nNgG or Montecristo instead. If you would like to read a little bit more about him, his music career or watch some of his live performances, you can check out his website here.

Happy Tuesday everyone! I hope you all have a fabulous day!!!

Much love

Kelly

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Time to count some blessings…

I am grateful…

  • for the people who were caught speeding before I was. Thanks for being first in line!
  • that everyone arrived safely.
  • for the weekend getaway.
  • for the food, family and friends that surrounded me.
  • for those quiet, one on one moments spent with the kids. I am grateful that we have had the time to talk and get to know each other a little bit more. I can’t believe I used to change your diapers! And I can’t believe how you all have grown!!
  • for the DJ who initiated an impromptu sing along and dance in the garage by playing this song…

Thank You

I just wanted to take a minute to express my gratitude to all of you bloggers out there. Being an introvert, it is not always easy for me to talk about what is going on in my life. I have known most of my friends for over a decade now and I am at ease with them. But here? We are a new relationship, and I have been somewhat guarded with my self-expression.

However, the more I read, the more I realize I do not have to be.

So this post is dedicated to all of you writers, authors, commenters, likers. Thank you for your openness, honesty, insights into your life – your trials and triumphs, your past and present; your words of encouragement and support. All of you have made the atmosphere here so warm and inviting; it is starting to feel cozy here, almost like home.

So just in case my sincerity hasn’t shown through in my words, I’ll let Boyz II Men sing it for me. “Thank You” (released 1995) Old skool? Damn right. But these Boyz are talented!

Survived my First Solo Gig (with some help)

I just love it when people follow their dreams. I love it even more when they share the experience with us. Can we take a minute to give Nissetje props for surviving her first solo gig?

Barking Back

My improvised laptop stand: a thin wooden box decorated by yours truly. My improvised laptop stand: a thin wooden box decorated by yours truly. The grey cat is inspecting it for crumbs.

This past Saturday, I did my first ever solo DJ gig. All me, all night, booked for three hours. I was excited and terrified, since the longest set I’ve ever done in public before was only forty minutes, and I have always had sister DJs with me as mutual backup and support.

The venue was a downtown restaurant. They don’t have a dance floor and they weren’t expecting dancing, although they did know I mostly play house music and were okay with that. I planned to tone it down a bit for the beginning of the evening and so I prepped a lot of chill house, like St. Germain and Laurent Garnier.

On the day of, I had slept well but then couldn’t nap much during the day. Was starting…

View original post 2,376 more words

Tuney Tuesday: K-os

After reading Easy like Sunday morning by sonofabeach, I had to dig through my cd collection to find this.In case you haven’t heard of Canadian rapper/singer/songwriter/record producer K-os, let me introduce you to him. (pronouncd chaos, stands for Knowledge of Self). This song is called “Man I Used To Be” and comes from his 2004 Joyful Rebellion album.

Now, some of you are not clickers, so I have included the lyrics below (copied and pasted from http://www.azlyrics.com).
[Chorus x2]
I tried it, I couldn’t find it
Now I just wanna get back to me
Awe baby, hoo hoo
Back into the man I used to be[Verse 1]
Things that I said I wouldn’t do, I did ’em
Secrets below the service of truth I hid ’em
This mankind is past, but can he erase
The tears of a million years is human race
Of animals, that taught to walk upright
Then slave all day and fall in a trance at night
Flowing the planet, trying to find missing links
Like the men we used to be and always suppose to think
Mysteries, maybe not
It’s getting hot, we better configure the plot, but
I hold a pen with the grip so tight
That’s squeeze the ink out’ta the page, and write a song for the people
Came up from the underground, now I write above on a hovercraft sound
This microphone, like an an amphetamine
Keeping me clean, speaking in dreams
So nature can intervene, just for a scene

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I walk the long path alone, my feet hurt
Lost some friends along the way, I did dirt
I went to church, I tried everything
From leaving my body, to watching the birds sing
For hours, so I could feel heavenly powers
Had been across the universe and inside of flowers
But what is it worth, I’m still just a man on the earth
Rappers are acting like man tan
Can I be candid, I can’t stand it
Rap bandit, got Kheaven acting frantic
I wanna swing my sword decapitate
But what is a man if he acts like an ape
So I sit back, planning my great escape
Load up my EPS and peruse my record crate
The man I used to be, I can only see by looking beyond me
So what is reality, I don’t know

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Oops, wrong song, stop it stop it
You know what
I woke up in the morning
I took a trip to the corner store
That’s when I heard my calling
But I’d never heard the voice of truth before
So I kept on walking
Pretended I didn’t see
Walked by a window and my reflection said to me
You could try all the same
But you’ll never know this mystery
There’s no pile on your plane
So you’re not the man you used to be
Try all the game, but you’ll never know this mystery
When your pile has no plane
Said you’re the man you used to be seen
Holla and ya holla, you folla you fall
Ya holler and ya holla, you folla you fall
Ya holler and ya holla, you folla you fall
Ya holler and ya holla, you folla you fall
Ya holler and ya holla, you folla you fall
Ya holler and ya holla, you folla you fall
Yo, microphones get ripped holding us back
K dash rocking it out, rocking the cold style
Making it up, go along singing my song
Woke up, in the early morn didn’t know what was going on
Whatever, I don’t really know
Flows like an immaculate goat what up, whatever

Writer(s): Kevin Deron Brereton
Copyright: Universal Music Publishing A.D.O. Unive

Tuney Tuesday — Till I Collapse

Let me introduce you to a lady who has inspired me to get off my lazy butt and get some exercise. If you watch the video she provided, I am sure it will inspire you too.

Never A Dull Bling

Not long ago, I used to play a game on Facebook with some of my high school friends for which we created a little group, Tuesday Tunes.  We would pick a theme each Tuesday and post a song related to the theme throughout the week.  I’m no longer on Facebook, but I do miss playing that game.

Today I ran across Kelly’s blog, honestme363, and she’s created a recurring weekly post known as Tuney Tuesday!  I was absolutely thrilled to discover this!  I love music, and music motivates me during my runs.  Some people prefer the quiet when they run, but I don’t want to run if I can’t have my music.  Some of the songs that come up I can actually pace to, while others I can just simply drift away.

I told Kelly I wanted to be a part of Tuney Tuesday, and she asked me…

View original post 188 more words

Skratch Bastid, Mama Cutsworth, and mosquitoes

I just want to to give thanks to anybody and everybody who puts music on their posts. Without your influence, I would be stuck, just listening to the radio. ☺ My Tuney Tuesdays were actually inspired by this post here. Enjoy ☺

Barking Back

Last night, Skratch Bastid’s BBQ came to Winnipeg. It was on from 1500h to 2300h in the parking lot of Union Sound Hall, and I really wanted to go. But for most of the day, it was too damned hot to dance, and sitting around drinking with strangers isn’t really my thing. So after careful consideration of information found on Facebook and Instagram (and of my pathetic budget), I decided to “steal” the Skratch Bastid show and then head over to the Cube to see Mama Cutsworth.

View original post 577 more words