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

My Little Homemade Remedy

Where do I go
When life is a little rough
I get on my knees
And look in her eyes
For me, that is enough

It is enough to remind me
Of what is important here
Not the bills to pay
How clean my house is
Not even my career

When her blue eyes are twinkling
And she is giggling with glee
I can’t help but laugh with her
And wonder
“How am I so lucky?”

I should record her laughter
The way it echoes through my home
I could listen to it
In my golden years
After she is gone and on her own

If I could preserve her spirit
And bottle up her energy
I could sip it,
Like medicine,
My little homemade remedy


My written response to “Where is your happy place?”