The spring of 1969, I traveled across country with my grandma and grandpa. Just before leaving California, I had heard The Beatles song “Help!”. The movie had been showing on TV one evening at my mother’s. I liked the song and I remember singing it in Maine, where we’d stopped off at Grandma’s son’s place and I got to meet my cousins. Only days after that visit, we were on our way to Norway.
The final day of being lyrically challenged (in more ways than one), thanks to one of my inspirations for blogging, Paula at Light Motifs. If you’re feeling inspired, please do your own challenge and let me know about it!
And now for the third song with lyrics I not only paid attention to, but also bothered to learn by heart. But that came later, because when this song first played on the radio back in 1979, it made me cry. Every. Single. Time. This is one song that is on the short list as a song you may play at my funeral (the other songs are mostly happy disco tunes so bring dancing shoes). It is “The Rose” by Bette Midler. Continue reading
It is Day 2 of the song lyric challenge that Paula at Light Motifs has lobbed at me. With friends like that, et cetera.
So I mentioned yesterday that I’m not really aware of what people are singing because not enough enunciation. (By the way, I was double-checking that I had the right word, and discovered it’s not spelled “annunciation”, which is a totally different thing. Heh.) Continue reading
I have been challenged by Paula at Light Motifs to do three days of song lyrics.
I thank Paula for making me update my blog (no, really, I needed this) but I have no one else who is actively blogging to pass the challenge on to. That doesn’t matter. I don’t do anything that reminds me of chain letters, anyway. 😀
I rarely listen to lyrics because I rarely catch what they’re singing, anyway. But some songs had a singer with good enunciation, and even good lyrics, and so I became aware of the words. Continue reading
Ole Bull, violinist and considered Norway’s first “rock star”, had quite the flare for the dramatic and the mysterious. This last was why he was drawn to the island of Lysøen, where he built his last home.
Ole Bull’s house on Lysøen island