My friend, Jayce68 has taken up the challenge to write a novel of 50,000 words in 30 days (!) – crazy, huh? Fantastic, I say! Jayce68 is famous for posting music to accompany her blogs and since she began her novel, rumored to be a romance, her music tastes are reflected. She posted one last night and I am stealing it.
When I was about nine years old, I distinctly remember standing in a friend’s kitchen with my friend’s mother and sobbing my eyes out because the music was so loud and ugly compared to what I thought it would be when I grew up. Mind, I might have been visiting and was closer to 14 or 15. Twenty-four wouldn’t be out of the question either.
In my parents’ house, we grew up on Frank Sinatra, the Beach Boys, Ella FitzGerald, Herb Albert and the Tijuana Brass. In my imagination, when I grew up, I would be dressed in silks and skirts that fell to the floor and rustled when you walked across the room, leaving a very delicate waft of perfume in my passing. I would go to piano bars with my beau, the lights would be dim and flattering, leather chairs with buttons that hugged your body as you raised your glass and took a sip of aged brandy in a crystal snifter.
Instead, I got acid rock.
Here’s what I thought it would be like. Thanks, Jayce68: