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Not in a Long Time

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…have I been to a concert. And boy, was this one different! Warning: my age is going to show through in this blog post! I took my newly turned teenage daughter to see a concert Friday night. Things have certainly changed since the last concert I went to. Granted, this was a “boy” band. The one I last saw was Motley Crue. (no comment on long ago that must’ve been, please). The audience in last night’s arena were mostly wide-eyed girlies. Motley Crue brought out the wilder crowd. Still, there were more differences I noted. By the way, have concert tee shirts always been priced higher than the concert tickets? Ouch.
I had forgotten how deafening it could get. Seriously, I couldn’t hear right for about 10 minutes after we left. Both me and my daughter laughed at how our voices sounded like we’d just inhaled helium. Every time one of the band members said something, it sounded like Charlie Brown’s mother. I couldn’t understand a thing! But all the little chippies would go wild and yell even louder. Yes, I was the one who casually held one finger in my ear, just so I could salvage some hearing later on. I put it down when my girl would turn to look at me, making sure I was digging it just as much as she was. I didn’t want to look like a total dork. What was a little hearing impairment when it came to looking cool?
Speaking of cool, it was amazing seeing the message that is being sent out to young people. Not really cool at all, actually. I saw shirts that read, ‘I’m a Loser’, and other ones that said, ‘I’m just a reject’. Who makes these to sell? Where has all the good messages in the world gone? Shouldn’t we be building self esteem? Not printing belittling labels for young girls to buy and wear! Crazy.
Then there was the time when the band was still setting up and a song began to play. Everyone in the audience began going crazy and there was a sudden uniformity as everyone began singing. ‘I’m just a teenage dirtbag’ was the lyrics. Everyone seemed to know all the words. Wow. Just wow. Dirt bag? Really?
Instead of lighters, everyone swayed in unison with their smart phone flashlight apps. It was a tremendous sea of white lights. I took a video. Which I wasn’t the only one. That’s all you saw–everyone with their cameras out, recording the whole thing. I guess they’ll go home and upload it to their account. There were even some girls wearing signs on their backs, asking people to follow them on Twitter and Facebook. Sign of the times!
It was a good time had by all. My daughter soaked it all up. I’m so happy to have been a part of that memory with her. Although I didn’t know one song anyone played, I enjoyed watching her sing to each of them. Which was the most different thing about it. This band has no songs out on the radio. Seems you can get a YouTube account, record some songs on it, and gain yourself a fan base that stretches across the country. Today’s technology is going to squeeze out some of the more traditional ways of how it’s been done in the past. And I’m happy because of it. There is some real talent out in the world, and YouTube, The Voice, American Idol, and even self-publishing is letting those naturals shine through the cracks! 🙂
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contemporary, fiction, music, romance

Music and Writing

images (4)Music has a tremendous impact over my moods, over my writing, and over my driving! I would even go so far as to say that one song had the power to inspire me to write a book about the lyrics. It was my first one, “Keeping Her Secret.” Although, when I wrote it, I titled it “Gravity.” It placed as a finalist in a national writing contest. I was very proud of it, after all, it was the namesake of its muse, “Gravity”, by Sara Bareilles. When I heard that song for the first time, I felt the emotion of the girl being so drawn to her lover. Without any touch or chains, she drowns in his love. But, she doesn’t want to. She begs to be set free. Wow! What power, what raw emotion. It doesn’t hurt that Sara is so talented and conveys the strong emotion in her voice. I love it!

So, then I began thinking about what other songs I could  listen to that carried a similar message. Something that I could hear and get lost in the meaning behind the lyrics. “Secret Garden” by Bruce Springsteen. It was a perfect addition to my list. I was writing about this fragile girl who thought she was strong, who wouldn’t let anyone get close to her, yet she longed to feel love. She wanted to drown in it, yet be set free; she would take you driving in her car, lead you down a path, but to get to her heart you needed a hammer and a vise. Great songs!

These are certainly my go-to’s for just about anything. I’m currently working on a manuscript about forbidden love; secret love. So, I thought long and hard for my new playlist. A few I came up with was Seal’s, “Secret” and Luther Vandross’, “If Only For One Night”.

Music, to me, is a treasure trove of inspiration. Lyrics writing their ways onto my paper, creating the imagery of tortured souls, hidden love, and just plain getting me in the mood to write a scene. With my first book, “Keeping Her Secret”, I describe the guy and girl dancing to Otis Redding’s “These Arms of Mine.” Total classic! I can whip out a scene in seconds with the right song playing.

Most of my books will mention music in one way or another. A song mentioned playing in the background, the one they first danced to, or what the character picked on their playlist to listen to, driving to the country house. Music is important to me, therefore I make it important to my characters.