Recently by Constance Phillips

My writing muse is closely tied to my love of music. For me, a big part of writing my novel is having a solid soundtrack that plays in the background while I'm writing. They are songs that speak of the theme of the book or perfectly reflect the characters journey. For my most recent novel, All That's Unspoken, I've already shared "Same Old Lang Syne" with you. Today, I would like to share two Matchbox Twenty songs that are also on the soundtrack: "If You're Gone" and "Bright Lights" "If You're Gone" One of the reasons this song has always been a favorite of
If you've read any of my Retro Reminiscing articles here at BBS, you already know that I'm a bit of a sucker for the sugar-sweet pop music. To me, it's sort of like chocolate - you can never have enough of it. That taste also transcends to the books I write. Because my muse is so closely connected to music. One of the things I do when I start plotting a story is I create a playlist for the book. The songs might have the same theme as the book, or they might be ones I can see one of
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
"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
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 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 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
 Back when I was in junior high school and developing music tastes that were separate from what was force-fed to me through the speakers of the radio in my parent's car, I discovered Billy Joel. My introduction wasn't the album that carried this song, but 52nd Street (the previous release). Songs like "My Life"' and "Until the Night" turned me on to passion and rebellion in music, but it was the song "It's Still Rock and Roll to Me" and the album it was featured on, Glass Houses, that solidified it for me. The song will always have a special
Tight skirt, strawberry hair Tell me what you got, baby, waiting under there Big green eyes that look like, son, They can see every cheap thing that you ever done Recently, a red headed woman burst into my life. Well, okay, that's not completely true. I've been living with Monique for quite some time. If we're going for complete honesty, I created her. But it was the cover artist (Taria A. Reed) for my soon-to-be released novel, Fairyproof, that took the description I'd written and gave her a face. It doesn't give too much away to say that when
“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
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