A Musical Interlude

It’s the home stretch of Nanowrimo and I’ve four days to write (at last count this exact moment) 6.202 words, so this is going to be a shorter post than usual. You’re welcome!

I don’t listen to the radio much. My car radio is tuned to my MP3 broadcaster thingie, and I don’t have the patience to reset everything all the time* and while I could preset the stations, I never think about it when I actually have the time.  And I don’t tune into online stations very often, either—most of my new music comes from personal recommendations and chance YouTube encounters.

But through an odd set of circumstances and a couple of random clicks, I found myself listening to Radio Two out of Canada the other night while I was Nano-ing. Three songs grabbed me enough to scribble down the artists or titles, and when I came up for air, I went hunting.

Amelia Curran was described somewhere (because I couldn’t find it again) as a cross between Patsy Kline and Leonard Cohen. I’m not arguing:

I found a live version of Ms. Curran’s “The Mistress,” too (click the link–it’s worth it). And bought two albums worth of her downloads because I couldn’t wait for Christmas. I’ll apologize to my family later.

Did I ever mention how much I love Martha Reeves and the Vandellas? I forget sometimes, myself, but Elise LeGrow reminded me:

I dare you not to sing along by the end—and maybe do a few hand moves, too.

Maybe it’s the chronic sleep deprivation, but this last song is hitting me just right at the moment.  The  singer has pared down his needs to the essentials,and while I don’t mind a little romance now and then, I can’t help but agree with him:

What have you been listening to lately?

* I might make an exception for that station that plays Christmas music from Thanksgiving to New Year’s, but not for a few more weeks—I’m well aware of my tolerance levels and I’d hate for there to be another unfortunate . . . incident . . . over “Christmas Shoes.”