Mount Rushmore of Music – Female Edition

I love how idly chatting about something sparks a discussion which then leads to a potential post (or more).  A year or so ago, this discussion took place.  We talked about how we would post it.  Then we forgot about it.  We would bring it up now and again, here and there, just in passing. Talk about our idea, then move on to something else.  This week, something clicked and our talk is turning into action. We are finally making it happen.  Who am I talking about?  Marc (affectionately called B, by me) over at Sorryless and me.  What am I talking about, you ask?  Our personal idea of a Mount Rushmore of musicians.  Marc’s intro can be found here.

We decided to split them between us:  he, taking the men; me, the women.  This is no easy task and of course you understand that our choices are completely subjective. Your top four and my top four are surely not going to be the same and that’s more than all right.  But how to go about it?  How to narrow down our choices?  There had to be some sort of criteria, otherwise, we’d have the likes of Mozart or Memphis Minnie mixed in with today’s artists.  How the hell do you bring it down to four?

This is what we decided.

  1.  Only artists that have been productive within the last fifty years.  That still leaves us with a ridiculous list.
  2.  They had to be the writers of their own (and possibly others’) songs.  That eliminates a slew of fantastic performers.
  3.  They need to have been (or still are) an influence – not limited to us fans but to other artists, as well
  4.  They need to have stage presence – and by this, it could be on a huge stage or a small venue but they have that ‘it’ factor.

Who are the artists who’ve written the songs that put them atop this esteemed Mount?

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #183 – Wrangle

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

Another trip down memory lane.  It took me almost a year-and-a-half to have my family over so I could share with them what I had learned with Cook in Tuscany in September 2016 – the full account of the soirée can be found here but these 33 words somehow triggered, though have nothing to do with at all!  Funny how the muse works.

Wrangled up the necessary ingredients

To make a Tuscan feast to be shared

Invitations sent and accepted

A fun time, expected

With great company, delicious food, divine wine

And some friendly wrangling, unavoidable

 

 

All About Balance – Friday Fictioneers

Funny thing happened to me.  Almost one month ago, I did a CCC challenge and used this here photo as part of my response, along with a little story.  Here we are today, and Rochelle has pilfered graciously asked to use this photo for  this week’s FF.  How could I not do a continuation of my first story?  Well, yes, I didn’t have to but why not?  I like to think this stands alone (as it’s supposed to) but hey, if you desire, you can read part one (that I didn’t know would be part one) right here. And if you have an even better story to create using this image, then, please, by all means, leave your link with the frogs below.

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This is amazing.  I should not have doubted you.

You really must learn to trust me and have fun.

It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just feel sometimes you are too fanciful.

Too fanciful?  Seriously?  And where are we now?

Okay, okay.  Don’t get your knickers in a knot. You were right. This place is magical.  And warm and welcoming. And what is that delicious scent?

I believe that delicious scent is the wonderful dinner you are going to buy me.

Looks like you have a decidedly realistic streak, as well.

All about balance. Shall we find a table?

Jerusalem(a) – Friday Fictioneers

‘Tis Wednesday!  And with seven minutes left before I start work, I threw this together. So NOT where I was planning to go with it but hey… A little fun never hurts, right?  This week, Rochelle did no pilfering, choosing her own photo – she likes to keep things on the up and up sometimes… Do join in on the fun, won’t you? Just click on the frog below and let ‘er rip. C’mon, you surely have 100 words in you somewhere…

dance to your own tune ~ just like this clever dancing prince ~ prancing in  nature's radiant golden glory!! | Frog, Funny animals, Red eyed tree frog

Click me!

 

I need to get away from here.

Why?

Just feel that I need to find myself.

For Pete’s sake. You’re into that woo woo bullshit stuff?

Not really. Just trying to say that I’m feeling a need to be alone and away from everything.

So, where do you want to go?

I was thinking Israel.

Really? Why? You’re not even Jewish.

I dunno. I’ve heard lots of nice things about Jerusalem.

Ahhhh.

Jerusalema ikhaya lami
Ngilondoloze
Uhambe nami
Zungangishiyi lana

Ah shit!  Thanks a lot.  Now I’m gonna have that song in my head all day!

There are worst things…

Histrionics – Weekend Writing Prompt #181

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.

Should you want to participate, just click here and add your link in Sammi’s comment section. It’s a great challenge.

Look at these colours! They’re as histrionic as that kid that arrived last night.  Between him and those loud teenagers, our week of peace is done for.

Histrionic?

You know, dramatic and theatrical.

Hah! Nice use. Could you imagine a week?

The noise? No. The colours? Big time.

 

Walktober 2020

“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”
Lauren DeStefano, Wither

It’s here!  One thing we can count on, Pandammit or not!  Walkober is what I’m talking about. Thank goodness for peeps like Robin who keep the good things happening, don’t you think?

Mother Nature decided to be most generous last weekend and I went out both days with my bestie, Julie. First time I am accompanied during Walktober and it was lovely. The result? Over 500 photos.  No, don’t worry, I won’t post them all here!  But oh… how to choose…

On Saturday we met up around 2:00 pm at the St. Bruno National Park.  There are miles of trails and there were quite a few people so we kept trying to take the paths less travelled, so to speak. We “done good”, I think.

We decided to search out some fungi, figuring there must surely be some, somewhere!  There were, indeed. Do not ask me to name a single one. I’ve zero clue.

I did not realise there are five lakes in this beautiful park.  We knew we wanted to make our way to the main one (in our minds, the only one) and tried to find a trail less populated without getting lost.  I’m assuming this lake was the main Seigneurial one! So beautiful and did not disappoint.

We found a lovely Salon de Thé that was open and were pretty sure would also have coffee, but if they didn’t, a nice hot tea would do.  They had the machinery necessary for us to each have a latte – would have been nice if it was hot and had more flavour but hey, it was something.  I do know that I would love to return post-pandemic to be able to sit for a spell.

Coffee in hand, we continued our walk.  We both wished we hadn’t missed the reds of the season. It’s amazing what one week does in terms of autumn colour.  The oranges were beautiful and we could see the yellows were truly taking over but when we saw red?  How could we not stop?  Though bright green and white also got our attention.

 

We headed back, passing by someone’s property, marvelling how people who lived in these areas were never outside to enjoy their own views.  Then again, when you have all sorts of people traipsing around your backyard, would you?  Once upon a time, those who lived here had found tranquillity. Now, they were smack-dab in the middle of a national park.  I might wait for after-hours myself, now that I think of it.

Have I lost you yet?  No?  Oh my goodness. You are all so kind.  That was day one.  Now, onto day two and the Parc National des Îles de Boucherville…

“The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn’t ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all I know.”
Elizabeth Coatsworth, Personal Geography: Almost an Autobiography

This time, we decided to get an earlier start. We didn’t stay long enough for the sunset the previous day and we couldn’t get to this park by sunrise, but still.  We didn’t want the same time frame.  We should have packed ourselves a lunch but that would have required either of us to be organised and honestly? It was Sunday. We have to be organised all week, let the weekend be more relaxed, eh?

We met, this time, at around 11:00?  Five little islands with 21 km (13 or so miles) or trails form this national park, it’s also a great place for kayaking, paddle boarding, picnicking, and you can even camp there – when life is normal, that is. Again, there were quite a few people. This is when I appreciate my time working on shifts. I could visit these areas during the week. Alas, those days are over. For now.  We set off, grabbing a map of the area.  We did take it out once to make sure we were going in the right direction and according to Jules, we were (I suck at reading maps.)  It was another spectacular day of golds and oranges with a few pops of red.  We were so hoping to see some wildlife – there are deers galore, but other than a frog, ducks, geese, a snake that slithered too fast to capture, and a few caterpillars – nuthin’. Sigh. But I have to say, it was pretty cool looking at my hometown from across the river. We had a perfect view of the old Ste. Famille Church.

It’s amazing how two areas, a mere twenty-minute-drive apart, felt so very different. There were so many textures to enjoy.

As we walked along, Julie reminisced about late summers spent working on her friend’s farm. (Actually, I also went to high school with Marielle – just didn’t hang around her!)  They were expropriated some time just after we graduated from high school and are now settled up the road from my childhood house. Julie was trying to visualise where it was exactly but we could not find any “remains”.  So we kept walking until we spotted an old barn and, without having to discuss it, started towards it, through a field that has been ploughed. How weird. Of course, once we crossed the uneven terrain to arrive at the said barn, we saw there was a sort of road that we could have taken. What’s the adventure in that? And what is so intriguing about old barns?

Once we were done exploring this old barn, we followed the “road” and it led us to three more abandoned buildings. One looked like a storage shed for, I’m not sure, grain for animals? It was very low to the ground. One looked like an atelier (workshop) of some sort and the main one might have been a stall for horses – I didn’t venture inside but there was a structure that looked like it might have been a well once, right beside it.

After taking a bazillion pictures, we slowly made our way back.  We ended up at a lookout point and found that as we watched the grasses sway like waves, and the few trees in the middle, it gave us a sort of African Serengeti Steppe vibe (okay, maybe we were both weird but you be the judge!

There is a golf course on one of the islands and the only way to get there is by ferry. How cool is that?

Our feet were feeling the two days’ worth of walking and we were glad to see the parking lot.  Such great company and we are planning on making this a regular thing.

I wasn’t planning on going on and on but it’s all Robin’s fault. She said go big for this year. So I did!  Hope it wasn’t overkill. 🙂

Heck, I’m plumb tuckered out from creating this ramble, so I’ll be taking a week off starting tomorrow – completely unplugging.  Please note, if I don’t get to any comments right away, don’t think I’m dissing you, I’ll take care of them upon my return.

A Quiet Spot – Crimsons’s Creative Challenge #102

When I saw this prompt I knew EXACTLY where I would go with it.  How fun is that? Very, I say. Should you ever want to join in on Crispina’s challenge, just click here and see the what’s what which is pretty much anything you feel like. What’s not to like?

A Quiet Spot

He paddled into his quiet enclave, looking forward to getting some shut-eye.

Psst!  Hey you! Over there in the reeds!

What? Who said that?

Over here, look to your left towards the shore!

I see you. What do you want?

Wanna join us?  It’s great here.

Looks kinda crowded to me.

Nah… there’s room. My buddy here will scootch up. Whaddaya say? Must be lonely over there all by yourself.

It’s nice and quiet.

It would be quiet here, too, Daisy, if you’d just shut up and leave him alone!

Fine. I’ll shut up, then.

 

Working From Home – Friday Fictioneers

Happy Hump Day, Peeps!  What does today bring?  Why, so glad you asked… It brings us Friday Fictioneers that we have all (most of us) taken to writing on Wednesdays. It’s a thing unexplainable.  This week, our beloved leader has pilfered her own photo for the prompt.  Wanna take a stab at it?  G’head, click on the frog below and add your own 100-word story!

©Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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G’head. Click!

Working From Home

What a golden opportunity has arisen during these crazy times!  Just as one seasonal job was coming to an end, another appeared, only this time the commute would be from my bedroom to my kitchen.  I could, like many, work in my pyjamas because… who’s to see?  No, that’s not me.  It’s one thing to lounge in one’s pj’s on a rainy Sunday, bingeing on some show or movies; it’s quite another to go to work thus, even if said work is in your home.

And you’ll never see me going to a restaurant in mine, not even Olive Garden!

Weekend Writing Prompt #179 – Lucid

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. Should you want to play along, click here and leave a link in Sammi’s comments.

 

Wind and leaves create a symphony
in the crisp, autumnal air

Sun renders all it touches
with a lucid and effulgent glow

No deer, no beavers,
no racoons, to be seen

But loons and mallards
caterpillars, a frog

add to the luminescent day

 

 

 

What Do You Believe? – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #101

A little later than usual but that’s the way of it, sometimes.  Crispina says we have until forever to write so… here I am! I love finding something of mine to add to hers and put them together and I have it on good authority that it has now become expected of me.  I do not want to disappoint!

Where does this go, do you think?

Nowhere. You can plainly see it’s a broken down something that is now nothing.

You’ve no imagination, you know that?  Look how it seems to glow.  I think we should go in and investigate.

I think your imagination is working overtime. You’re always off in some magical place in your mind.

What’s wrong with that?

Nothing, I guess. But you know, facing reality is better suited to getting on in life.

I dunno about that. There is enough awful in reality. Seems to me, injecting a little magic helps to soften things, make the real palatable.

As long as you don’t forever live in your magical state.

You are so annoying sometimes, you know that?  Now hush up and come with me, would you?

Fine. But you’ll see there’s nothing— whoa… what the hell?

Whatsamatter?  Did you find some magic, oh, Realist?