Music Monday | Linda Perry

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This series is suppose to be about my favorite music producers, people who basically inspired me to study become one in college ten years ago. What I didn’t plan on was second guessing myself on whether or not Linda Perry is a producer. I knew she was a songwriter and musician in her own right, but I wasn’t so sure about the other part. Just before I started writing this post, I finally broke down and checked online to see if she is and everything says she is in face a producer.

Although I wanted everyone to be an established producer in these posts, I felt that in the end, it really didn’t matter if she was or wasn’t. I mostly knew her as a songwriter to artists such as P!nk and Christina Aguilera.

I didn’t write my first song until probably fifth grade, I didn’t even keep it because the words just kind of came at me all of a sudden and I wrote them on a small piece of paper. Some people would think they were poems, but I always found myself correcting everyone that they were songs, but then they would come back and ask if I had any music with it, and I’d say no. As most songwriters, they like to come up with the melody and music before figuring out the lyrics. I was the total opposite, but only by default, I can’t play any instruments and never really wanted to, so maybe they are poems after all!

For most of my middle school years, I was writing songs about what was feeling and going through during my preteen years. I still have folders upon folders of songs I wrote in classes and even at home too. I hardly ever look through them even though I want to keep them safe for later. I don’t quite know what or why I would want to do that because I was more abstract in my words back then; I hardly ever made a song specifically for one person and I definitely never put the person’s name I had in my mind while coming up with the lyrics. I was smart that way I guess!

I remember the first time I ever listened to “Beautiful” by Christina Aguilera. I always wished I could be that brave to release all of my emotions into creating something as wonderful as that song. I watched a documentary where Linda was discussing when she worked with her on second album “Stripped” back in 2002, and how she was teaching her how to let go and give herself up to the world and exposing feelings that we all feel at one point or another, and that obviously meant a lot to me in my teen years, leading up to high school. By the time, I became a freshman, I think I stopped writing them, and turned my attention to books. The last one I ever wrote was published on my old blog at the end of 2009 I think.

I do tend to like a person’s music better if they are the lead songwriter. I generally love what Linda has created for other artists, especially female singers. I have a slight obsession with singer-songwriters like Natasha Bedingfield, Halsey, Banks, Phoebe Ryan, Alessia Cara, Charlie Puth and Julia Michaels because I know they all have written songs. I hope one day I can help make my nephew understand why it’s important to start writing in a different platform; whether it’s blogging, bullet journaling, poetry, or songwriting. It’s a important habit to keep.

Have you ever written a song before? If you have, do you remember any specifics about the first one you wrote? Did you keep it? 

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Five Sentence Fiction: Spoiled

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What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. I got the inspiration after listening singer/songwriter Banks’ song “You Should Know Where I’m Coming From” and somehow that tone and her voice kind of helped create this little dark piece.

This week’s word:SPOILED

The house was abandoned so long ago, the wooden floors rusted and the drapes had torn and lost their powerful bold colors that drew strangers in.
Cobwebs had taken refuge on all corners of the place, ants had made the sinks their home, and the smell of mold filled up your chest poisoning your lungs.
Nobody had wanted to live there because of the stories that have been passed down through generations.
Nobody had wanted to live somewhere that was so damaged that there wasn’t a possibly it couldn’t make a comeback.
But, even in the hauntingly broken things, create the most beautiful treasures that this world has ever known.

Five Sentence Fiction: Marriage

Lillie McFerrin Writes

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

This week: MARRIAGE

A baby girl wrapped in a pink blanket cuddled and warm, not knowing what kind of struggles she will later on in her life, but there she is living proof of everyday miracles.

As she grows, her eyes widen to the sights and smells, playdates arranged by mothers and she meets a little boy at the tender age of four.

Much later in this girl’s life a photograph makes its way out of the old albums at the house, the baby girl is now in the mid-20’s still trying to find somebody to love her, but she is almost given up for it all, that is until she finds one suitor and makes a blind date with him.

She puts the picture up before she leaves, she is ready to make a good impression to this still somewhat mystery man, but she still wonders about the boy in that old photo and what he could be doing at this very second, she thought he’s probably married and rich.

When she leaves, she has small wonders about the boy, but it’s off to meet this guy; she sits at the bar of the restaurant and he slowly makes his way towards her and he instantly puts a smile on his face, when he said her name, she turned to face him and the outline of the boy in the picture was now in front of her, they were meant to find each other again.

 

Book Review: Burn For Me by Lauren Blakely

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This book here on the left is a book I got for free on Amazon a few weeks ago. It was longer than the other two I had gotten days prior. I have never read a erotica novel about both firefighters or by Lauren, so this was a first for me on both ends. I definitely don’t regret not getting this book, but sadly by the last few chapters it was fairly difficult to get back in after my breaks. Once I did get interested into it again, all of my love I got for it in the beginning was there to greet me with open arms.

This book was about the point of views of the two main characters, Smith Grayson, the sexy/dirty mouthed/country boy/firefighter. Smith has some surprises up his sleeve, he’s not like every other hottie, this dude has some interesting loves. He knows he’s not the kind of guy a woman would take home to “meet the family” but he loves Jamie and wants to share that there’s more to him than his looks and sex. Jamie Lansing is the barmaid and she is the younger sister of Diane, who’s had some recent troubles with her ex, they were best friends before and then things went under and they broke up and now everytime she finds things out about their past relationship and about his affairs, she cries and leans on her baby sister. Anyways, Jamie is a different kind of woman, she loves poetry, sonnets, and Mad Libs. After listening time after time to Diane’s crying fits about her ex, she doesn’t want to fall for her best friend Smith, but she is perfectly fine with being his friend with benefits.

This was the first book after reading two novellas in between it. Which might’ve been a bad idea in a way because it took me forever to get myself to read it. I’d want to read it but I think I just skimmed through parts, because honestly the only parts that I liked were the sex scenes and romance parts. Out of all topics to put in books, Shakespeare had to be apart of this one. This might’ve been my reason why skimming through it because I’m not a big fan of poems especially old poems. Other than that, the other subjects in the story seemed to be rushed. I wanted to know more about their family lives, the story was mostly about Tennyson and her love of that character and the ending of the whole was quite cheesy and like the chick-flick movies. Even though I had some notes of the book, it wasn’t THAT bad. I really liked it. I’ll be honest though, I’d give a three out of five stars.

 

Five Sentence Fiction: Fearless

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What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

This week: FEARLESS

The cold air hit her sweaty back as she fell onto her back on the bed, still trying to catch her breath she looked at the wonderful man who gave her so much happiness and awakening pleasure.

They laid on the wrinkled sheets and blankets looking for excuses not to continue, there was no alarm on her phone waiting to get her up for work and the dog was already outside unaware of his owner’s little escape.

The man had barely slept he couldn’t stop watching his lover sleep half covered by her clothes and the blanket, her skin glistened in the light sunlight that hovered over the curtains, she slept there innocently until he went to touch her skin.

She slowly gained conscious of her surroundings and felt his touch of his fingertips on her ankles going in circles, she didn’t move from her position until she started to give her sweet kisses on her legs and outer thighs, this man was able to make her feel beautiful and more alive while they were together.

Once she knew what his intentions where she grew some strength and flipped around to make his nice and slow kisses move forward towards her upper body, the sensation was unbearable to her tender skin that she was wanting him to stop, but he was too fearless of a man to not stop just before he get to their favorite spots.