Why am I thinking of sex?
No, it’s not my incredibly hot husband who makes me think of it but Linda’s Prompt for the last third of Just Jot It January.
I have to disappoint you though…..
*evil grin on my so lovely face*
I somehow got distracted by Linda’s Prompt for her Stream of Consciousness Saturday which is “least” and “most”. This evening my step-daughter and I were playing Monopoly and were listening to some music. Music is important to me. There is not a lot that I do not like besides brass music and anything that has racist etc lyrics.
Last week Friday I was watching a documentary about Gershwin’s iconic song “Summertime” (BBC Summertime). It was just amazing how much was made out of one little tune. It reminded me how much I love different music styles and that my listening habits have somehow diminished in the last few years. I have always been listening to a vast variety of music from Bach to Eurythmics; from “The Sound of Music” to Led Zepplin. Lately, though it was a lot what’s in the charts and that’s not always the most amazing music in my opinion.
To come back to Linda’s prompt:
You want to know some of my most favourite songs?
Never mind I’ll tell you anyway
*even bigger evil grin on my so lovely face*
If you like what you have seen so far just visit my writing music list on YouTube and you’ll find some more rather chart-like songs but who cares…..
Schreiben (my writing music list)
You probably are also not at all interested in my least favourite song. But if you are still with me you probably anticipate another
*evil grin on my so lovely face*…
Yes, one of my least favourite songs is a Christmas classic and it has nothing at all to do with me working in a supermarket and being brain-washed every Christmas with this kind of music. It has simply to do with childhood trauma: I learned to play the recorder in a music school which used to conduct a Christmas concert every year. All of us had to take part in it and the headmaster was a huge Bing Crosby fan. The last song of the Christmas concert was of course
which the man sang out of his deepest heart. He was a rather tall and huge man and it sounded like all the Ents in “Lord of the Rings” have left the novel and turned up in a little gym hall in the south of Germany. Thank goodness the man could hold a tune another wise I would have lost my mind…
By the way: There goes the rumour that Ravel’s “Bolero” helps women to get faster to a certain point… just to come back to the topic at the beginning…..
*now I better stop these evil grins“…