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Romantic Monday (Week 3) – Age Ain’t Nothin’ But a Number

Halloween 2012. (Charlie’s Birthday!)

I’m just gonna break it down for a minute here – you know, get all sappy and lovey and emotional, and maybe even shed a tear (seriously). Three years ago I met the man I so lovingly refer to as Charlie, even when he’s in trouble. (His mother prefers to call him Joe. Pft. That’s just his real name.) We met in a bar (you really can meet the love of your life in one of those) and he bought me a shot of whiskey and I resisted the urge to throw up because I was 21 and had never tasted whiskey let alone smelled it, and some song came on and we danced and by the end of the night he asked for my phone number and I was holding his hand and rambling some drunken nonsense.

We hung out a few times, and by the fourth time I felt it was necessary to know things such as age and last name. Well, my jaw dropped when the words “thirty-six” left his lips and he shifted a little in his seat, too, when I stated my age. But, as we’d just been laughing and talking about music and movies and making plans to watch the Charlie Brown Christmas Special, I took another sip of my wine, shrugged my shoulders, and kissed him.

After that, almost every night turned into dawn and notes were scribbled onto paper towels and left where he would find them when he woke up and I had to leave for class, and those words, that “thirty-six” had faded from my mind as fast as it had appeared, because my heart was beginning to grasp at something that does not know such limits as age (no worry of legality here). I was sleepless for weeks but so high off of my own happiness I didn’t even notice until I was in his arms, in his bed, listening to that Company of Thieves song and watching the flames from the candles on his book stand flicker against the ceiling. I’d never dated anyone who liked Jazz, and his bedroom was filled with books and albums and instruments and artists I had never heard of and it was clean, a room of someone who was responsible and it made me smile.

He still smells the same as he has since we met and I still love to bury my face in that little crease between his neck and shoulder and inhale. You know how a familiar smell can bring you to a specific moment in time and space?

We spent time – weeks, months, laughing and playing and drinking and learning about each other. He taught me, I taught him, I’d found an equal who held more life experience in their grasp yet didn’t hang it over my head as if my age were a sure sign I knew nothing at all. We’d never had such a large age difference in the dating realm. But it worked. It worked – and works – beautifully.

A year flew by, then another, the few fights we have (knock on wood) end in hugs and kisses and someone cracking some nonsense joke. We talk in strange voices and make strange faces and sometimes we look deeply at each other for a second or a minute and go right back to whatever it was we were doing. We watch television and he wraps a single finger and my single finger, he’s scraped the frost off my windshield since the first time we got snowed in together. We live together and he still walks me to my car even at seven in the morning. He tells me to be careful when I leave to go shopping. I say I’m cold and a minute later there’s a blanket on my lap. I make him coffee, sometimes I make the bed, I try my best to be as amazing as he is but I can’t even compare. I break things and I can’t cook but he loves me anyway.

We are so, so, so lucky, those of us who feel this sort of love. Knowing there’s another human being who can look at me when there’s a pimple between my eyes and there’s eyeliner from two days ago streaming down one side of my face and I’m wearing slippers and Christmas pajamas in September, knowing this person can still look at me and have a genuine smile spread across his face as he leans in and kisses my chapped lips? No. Words.

To you, Charlie; you saw me through one of my darkest moments this past year, you have, and continue, to treat me like a queen, you accept all of my quirks and my craziness (and maybe even embrace it), and you support me in every single thing I do. And I will always do the same for you. We’re buying a house, we’re just getting started, and I get to spend the rest of my life with you. So, what about that age difference thing? The man stole my heart – I have to follow it.

“There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.”Sarah Dessen

At the end of, at the end of the world

Will you find me?

So that we can go together 

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THE SUPER COOL MUSIC POST (Part 2; thank you, Edward Hotspur.)

Feel free to listen to any of these, I mean, if you want. I love sharing music I love – please share some music you love with me! Also, I thought Mr. Edward Hotspur would enjoy exchanging some more tunes, since we seem to share a musical bond.

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Crave You

Thought I’d share a favorite song. (Great for running!)

Happy Tuesday!

I walk into the room, dripping in gold.

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I’m feelin’ funky today

This song makes me want to stare at the sky all day.

Happy Friday!

 

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It’s nice to see a rich man wear the same shirt twice.

My man has a man; his name is Colin Hay. If he doesn’t look familiar <— or sound familiar, perhaps if I mention Men At Work or a Vegemite sandwich it’ll ring a bell.

When I met Joe, I did know who Colin was because of that oh-so-famous band from the ’80s (I may be young but my parents have always influenced my taste in music), and because of that heartbreaking song from Garden State. (The paisley shirt he’s rocking in that video right there…pretty sure it’s the SAME SHIRT I speak of in today’s title.)

Anyhow, I soon noticed the autographs hanging throughout Joe’s bedroom; the records; the SET LISTS; the Itunes lists; the pictures.

Since Mr. Hay has gone solo, Joe sees him every time he is in our area (about once a year). Two years back, when Joe brought me to my first Colin Hay show, we stood in line to meet him afterwards. As Joe approached him, Colin looked at him with his one crazy eye and paisley shirt and said, “Hey, I know you”.

Ridiculous.

Meanwhile, I fell in love with the man’s music, his stories, his personality, his accent. When we saw him again last year, we were lucky enough to be front row center (I could reach out and touch him! But I didn’t.), which was great, until the alcohol we drank before sitting down began to catch up with us, and we sat with legs tightly crossed until the end of the show. You can’t get up for a bathroom break when you’re two feet from the entertainment!!

Afterwards we met with him once again. This time, as we reached our turn, he looked at me with that same crazy eye and paisley shirt and said, “Don’t I know you?”. The man either has a great memory, or he says this to everyone.

I think Joe was just a bit jealous when I told him Colin gave my shoulder a little squeeze.

I share Joe’s obsession, only mine involves Sarah McLachlan. While I’ve never gotten to meet her (I think I’d die), her music does something to me I can’t quite explain. It truly is a form of therapy for me. It’s been a few years since she’s come to my area, but she will be back around this July. I cannot wait. (Joe’s best friend has a Rick Springfield obsession…Joe and I agree his is the worst.)

So tonight Joe and I return to the Keswick to see Colin, hear a few stories, enjoy good drinks and good music and each others company.

He confessed he originally wanted to propose at tonight’s show (his mother “made” him do it on Christmas). He thought it’d be romantic.

I said he only wanted to do it to attract attention from his boyfriend. 🙂

Saxophonist/Flutist/Keyboard player Greg Ham of Men At Work (and the reason Joe started playing the saxophone) died last week. What a talent; it’s nice to know he inspired other musicians.

I hope Colin wears that paisley shirt tonight.

Happy Saturday!

Joe & Colin, 2009.

Colin on stage, 2011. (We could touch him!)

Colin & I, 2011.

Joe & Colin, 2011.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“I think Wolfie lost some weight.”

Technology seems to hate me today; my phone is moving at a snail’s pace, as is the computer. I tried to be hip and upload a video from last night via my Droid’s WordPress “app”, but it exploded. Ah, well.

Joe, a few friends and I slapped on our best rock-n-roll outfits and headed to Philly to see Van Halen last night! (I was told wearing my dad’s Van Halen jean jacket from 1984 would be uncool…so I opted for all black.) This was my second show and I was stoked. Not-so-stoked about the $13 cans of beer inside, hence an extended episode of tailgating beforehand.;D

Alright, I know some people aren’t huge fans of their new album (I’m still undecided), but I was happy to belt out a few verses of “Panama” and “Somebody Call Me a Doctor” with the rest of the extremely diverse crowd (Joe spotted a four year old somewhere in the mob – awesome); Eddie’s guitar solo was mind blowing, and it was pretty damn awesome to see father and son shredding it up on stage, side by side.

I only wish I’d heard more signature yelps from David. But he did throw in a few roundhouse kicks in his sequined pants.

I’d say I got my moneys worth.

Off to the Philadelphia Flower Show today. This year’s theme: Hawaii!

I’ll take looooooots of pictures.

Back to working on that novel-in-progress. On Sunday, a man sat at the bar where I work, in the airport. He asked about the tattoo I have on my arm, and somehow it lead to a conversation about writing. He told me about a motivational book he had published in 2004, and gave me the best piece of advice all writers need to hear:

“Never. Stop. Writing.”

Let’s do this.

 

 

 

 

 

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A Week of Amazing Music

Joe and I ventured out into the downpour on Tuesday night to see (my first) orchestra, conducted by Andre Rieu. Originally from Holland, Rieu and his orchestra travel all over the world, touching lives with a bit of un-stuffy classical music.

I say un-stuffy because this orchestra is definitely one that appeals to the masses. Most would picture a lover of classical music to be snooty, rich, maybe rude. But Rieu put a little fun into the performance (musicians running around the stage with a bottle of Jagermeister, singers and musicians alike sharing a bottle of champagne during the last song of the night), and suddenly I was laughing, and didn’t feel out of place for not wearing my fur.

I laughed, I cried, I put my hand to my heart. It was touching, really. Music certainly is therapy.

This video isn’t from the show we attended (in Philadelphia), but it shows Andre doing what he does best.

And last night, it was on to Tori Amos with two girlfriends of mine. This woman is truly life-changing as well; one show, and now I’m hooked.Her silky pink kimono and glittery shoes made me love her even more.

Enjoy this video. (Not from our show, but same tour. And look – fabulous shoes and a blue dress!)

 

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A few Fall-Time ditties

As I’m sure most lovers of music would agree with me, I prefer certain songs/artists depending on the season. Fall is not only my favorite time of year because of the colors, the clothes, the smells, and Halloween (of course) – it’s also my favorite because it’s the time I dust off my vinyl, piece together relaxing nighttime playlists on my Ipod, and light up my pumpkin spice candle to the tune of Sarah McLachlan.

So, I put together a short list of some of my favorite Autumn tunes (in no particular order).

Ten of My Favorite Fall-time Ditties:

1.) Billie Holiday – “You Go to My Head”

Her voice is smooth and hypnotizing; and Jazz is a remedy for all seasons. But there’s something special about “You Go To My Head” that makes me smile, when the leaves are falling and a crisp breeze is wafting through the window (kind of like right now). It makes me all giddy and I think of how lucky my other half makes me feel.

Alright, I won’t get too mushy.

A favorite line of mine: “And I find you spinning round in my brain, Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne.”

::giggle::

2.) Alanis Morissette – “Utopia”

Listening to “You Oughta Know” usually brings out my claws and my feminist side, but Alanis’s softer side is my therapy one season out of the year. “Utopia” is soothing; it makes me want to take up Yoga or go on a picnic. I don’t know – it’s just good.

“We would stay and respond and expand and include and allow and forgive and enjoy and evolve and discern and inquire and accept and admit and divulge and open and reach out and speak up.”

I want to hug someone.

3.) Cary Brothers – “Ride”

Bet you thought it was going to be an actual pair of brothers, didn’t you? Nope. Just one guy. One sexy…brooding…wait, what? Oh, about the song.

“Ride” has this little guitar thingy (love my way with musical terms?) going on in the background that just makes me happy. If I remember correctly, it is on the soundtrack of The Last Kiss, a wonderful movie. And Cary’s voice is…calming. Yeah, we’ll go with calming.

“If I told you the reasons why, would you leave your life and ride?”

I’m pretty sure I’d ride into the sunset with him.

4.) Bon Iver – “Bloodbank”

A lovely song. Is it sad that, in all my American ignorance, I pronounced his name in all my nasally glory as “Bon Eye-ver”, until I heard the beautiful and proper French pronunciation on the radio a few weeks ago? Ah, well. Either way, this song puts me to sleep – in a good way.

“Then the snow started falling. We were stuck out in your car. You were rubbing both of my hands, chewing on a candy bar.”

5.) The Veils – “Vicious Traditions”

So the lead singer sounds like he’s eating something during the first verse, since you can barely understand him through the mumbling, but it doesn’t make this song any less awesome. It’s got a sort of lazy sound to it, and makes me want to dance around my bedroom in a pretty dress, wearing a hat I have that looks much similar to his ^. Eventually, it builds up to a powerful ending that makes all the laziness worth while.

“He danced with the devils in beautiful buildings.”

6.) Jewel – “You Were Meant For Me”

OK – pretty sappy, kinda sad. But I love the lyrics and how can anyone not like Jewel?! Another song I like to tap my toes to while I’m lying in bed on a chilly morning.

“I got my eggs I got my pancakes too. I got my maple syrup, everything but you.”

I totally get it, Jewel. 😦

 

 

7.) A Perfect Circle – “3 Libras”

I love violins, and I think it’s the violin that grabs me from the very start; followed by Maynard Keenan’s amazing voice, of course. The violin then weaves itself in and out of the rest of the song, and just gives it this sort of slow, sad feeling even as the music gets a bit heavier.

I guess I’m into depressing music? Hm.

“Here I am expecting just a little bit too much from the wounded.”

8.) Sia – “Breathe Me”

Is the picture not enough to show you why she’s so awesome?

Alright, I guess I am into some pretty depressing music. Even as the song builds up to a strong ending, the lyrics and the piano are enough to make you shed a tear. But it’s. so. good. I think anyone can admit to feeling how she does in this song, at one time or another. Vulnerability at its best.

“Be my friend, hold me. Wrap me up, unfold me. I am small, I’m needy. Warm me up, and breathe me.”

9.) Amos Lee – “Arms of a Woman”

Oh, Amos. His music makes you want to fall in love. I mean…I’m already in love…but if I wasn’t…you get the point.

I could choose any of his soft, melodious tunes, but “Arms of a Woman” just happens to be one of my favorites. I do like a man that can give in to his emotional side.

“I am at ease in the arms of a woman. Although now, most of my days are spent alone. A thousand miles, from the place I was born. But when she wakes me, she takes me back home.”

10.) Sarah McLachlan – “World on Fire”

Most of my close friends know of my healthy obsession with this woman. (I swear it’s healthy!) Because of that, I could obviously choose any of her songs to put on this list; for me, her music is listen-able for all seasons. 24/7. Amazingly talented. However, I chose “World on Fire” not only because of the amazing lyrics and meaning behind the song (not to mention the video – please YouTube it if you’ve never seen it. It’s amazing.), but because I have a line from the song tattooed along my right shoulder.

“The more we take, the less we become.”

 

So there it is – a few of my Fall-time favorites.

What are some of yours?

Here’s a few others I didn’t add, as to keep with the idea of writing about 10 of my favorite Autumn songs:

Jose Gonzalez – “Heartbeats”

Dave Matthews Band – “#41”

City & Colour – “Cowgirl In the Sand” (Cover)

Fiona Apple – “Pale September”

Fleetwood Mac – “Gypsy”

The Postal Service – “Recycled Air”

Sufjan Stevens – “To Be Alone With You”

Telepopmusik – “Close”

The Cranberries – “Empty”

Sigur Ros – “Saeglopur”

Some mornings, Joe does bills to the tune of the Classical music station on his Itunes. I love waking up to the sounds of Beethoven or Mozart.

Enjoy the beautiful weather with your own soundtrack! 🙂

 

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