Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid I'm still standing, after all this time. These last few weeks have been so exciting. My first paranormal romance novel, Fairyproof, is making its debut. It’s been a long climb to get here. So when I heard this song again the other day, it got me to thinking about the journey. I’ve been asked by friends and peers what was the key to getting my book published. People ask if there’s any kind of advice that I can
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Of course those things contributed quite a bit to my success, but if I hadn’t been persistent (or maybe too bullheaded) my release [Fairyproof} wouldn’t have been possible.
Even though they try put a happy early-MTV spin on it, there’s just enough leather and chains in the video to get to the heart of the song.
"When I was a young boySaid put away those young boy waysNow that I'm gettin' olderSo much olderI long for those young boy days..." It’s funny what time and space can do. There are so many songs that I used to love in the eighties that, when I hear them now, I realize I was too young and maybe a little too naïve, to completely understand all the nuances and undertones of the lyrics. This song is no exception. Looking at the verse quoted above, it’s easy to see where a person has to live some to really understand
It is that sweet mixture of pain and serenity – the deep dichotomy of them – that leaves such scars on your soul.
The Rod Stewart version of this song might not be the original, but it is my favorite and the one I decided to use here. Whatever version you like, you’d have to have a heart of stone to not be touched by the sentiment. Of course, I’m one of those people who can be dissolved to tears by a sappy song or a sad book or movie. So, maybe it’s just me: Have I told you lately that I love you? Have I told you there's no one else above you? Fill my heart with gladness, take away
I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round...
I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round, I really love to watch them roll. No longer riding on the merry-go-round, I just had to let it go. I think because of my age, I stumbled across the music of the Beatles in a backward sort of way. I got to know Paul McCartney through his work with Wings and John Lennon through his solo music. Recently, I heard this song on the radio on the radio and remembered the mixed emotions that surrounded it. The song spoke of such peace, of finding one’s place in
I got brass in pocket...and I'm going to use it
I had the satellite radio on this morning, and "Brass in Pocket" came on. As with most of the songs I feature here, I was transported back in time. On this occasion it was to 1980. I remember seeing the video on MTV, and that may have been before I had ever heard it on the radio. And while Chrissie Hynde in a waitress uniform was interesting, it was these lines I was most struck by:'Cause I gonna make you see/There's nobody else here/No one like me/I'm special so special/I gotta have some of your attention give it to me
I wonder if you think about me.
“I wonder where you are, I wonder if you think about me. Once upon a time, in your wildest dreams.” I remember when this song first came out. I was only a year out of high school, but thought I had the distance to appreciate the message. Or, at least, the one I wanted to hear at the time: a fondness for a high-school sweetheart. It took time and distance to realize that remembering someone after a one year absence isn’t really that remarkable. What’s even more remarkable is that over time, I was able to dig a little deeper
Retro music rocks! Let's talk about it.
It’s funny how things work about. One innocent comment on Facebook about how I still dig ‘80s music and I don’t care who knows led to a half dozen or so emails from Mr. Hathaway. With a little nurturing that seedling comment has grown into a feature here on Blinded by Sound about my not-so-secret obsession. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always loved music, whether it was the tunes coming from my parent’s car radio or the albums I began buying on my own in my teen years, or the stacks of CDs and too-numerous-to-count MP3s on