All the favorites are on this album of course, click the link and take a quick sample listen for yourself. It’s definitely worth it!

 She loved the movie Highlander so “It’s a Kind Of Magic” and “Who Wants To Live Forever” were huge favorites. The whole album was just good. It was classic. No one has ever come close to being anything quite like Freddie Mercury. No one should even try.

[click the above links to hear clips from the songs or to read more about the movie]

She was in an uneasy place, a place with gray skies and shallow, rapid breathing. Her mind wasn’t the clutter-fest it would have been had she skipped her pill, but it wasn’t right. It was in a weird place. A “get me out of here” kind of place. She felt like she was floating on creepy waters that rose and sank without explanation. She wanted something, but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was.

She almost felt like she was sinking, and that she had to save some portion of herself. (As if handing up her brain and saying take it away was really possible.) She wondered if that was her best feature and if that’s what should be saved. She always thought she had nice feet. Hmm, bit of a toss up on that one.

Spinning now, the music from Premonition was the perfect backdrop to her bizarre state of mind. Musical scores were soothing to her. She almost preferred them to music with lyrics. Her disquieted mind did at least. Certainly they were easier to “think to” if she wanted to allow herself to think at all. . .

She quietly listened and slowed her breathing to a more normal pattern.  She continued floating along to the music. . .

She put the same music on her itunes and smiled knowing a certain 14 year old was learning to play A Horse With No Name for his Grandmother on his guitar. Pretty cool.

Interesting tidbit: A Horse with No Name was originally banned by many radio stations in the US because of drug references.  She of course didn’t get those references as a kid…it was all about a horse and plants and birds and rocks and things. . .

“Nice dress you have hanging over there” he said.

“Thanks, I think” she said.

“I’m on my way to a hoe down” he said with a grin that would make the Cheshire cat’s look small.

“Have fun” she said, wondering what the grin was all about and what the significance of ruffles in her life was. 

She thought about it some more and wondered if the ruffles could symbolize the layers in her life.  Something to ponder… Now what was that worm up to???  She thought she heard music coming from outside and walked over to the window to listen. Dueling Banjos (from “Deliverance”)was playing ever so faintly. It didn’t seem to be coming from anywhere in particular. It just hung in the air. That was one twisted worm.

She would have to give the layers thing some more thought…maybe some more self discovery…now if she could just get the banjos out of her head…

Donna Summer covered the song 10 years later and did very well with it, but it never captured the emotional drama of “cake demise” that the Richard Harris version did. Apparently though, people liked the disco version and it stayed high on the charts. It still baffled her mind that a song like this could make it not once but twice to the charts at all, but it just goes to show you can sing about just about anything and people will listen. (Just like one could write about just about anything and people will read it.)

“Someone left the cake out… in the rain. I don’ think that I can take it, because it took so long to bake it, and I’ll never have that recipe again… oooooooh nooooooo!!!!!!!!!!

Harry Chapin was a storyteller. Cat’s In The Cradle (written in 1974) hit home for many of us. The song has been redone, parts of the lyric remixed years later, still being relevant.  She imagined her words having relevance all those years later. She smiled. Maybe.  Maybe someday. FYI: Harry almost lost credit for the song thanks to the Internet and a mistake with .mp3 credits being given, but she knew. Harry Chapin wrote it. Those were his words, she’d heard those records played many, many times.

She listened with great pleasure as the songs she’d been hearing her entire life filled the room. She was grateful to her parents for a very eclectic musical taste. But this…this was storytelling.  She was listening to wonderful stories from an angel…and thinking about having a banana.