Damn Your Eyes (Etta James Cover)*Alex Clare

29 Sep

Damn your vocal chords. For taking my breath away. For making me want to stay (on repeat). Damn your vocal chords.


Blue Jeans*Lana Del Rey

26 Sep

I’m super picky about female vocals. I mean suuuuper picky. But not cause I am a jealous bitch, I swear. I will be the first to fall head over heels in love with a girl with some pipes. And I am pretty sure I’ve mentioned a million&2 times I am a lover that is far from a hater. So, I have accepted the fact that if I can’t sing, someone has got to. And these are my ears anyways, so I can be picky if I want. That means if you have T&A, I prefer a voice that is cut from a different mold. Katie Perrys and Disney Princesses, dont waste your time on me. My heels are over my head for Miss Lana Del Rey. And its not just cause she put 2pac in her video….I swear.

Shake It Out * Florence + The Machine

19 Sep

Life has been one crazy ride, testing the strength of my magnetic force to keep this roller coaster on track, tossing in loops and spirals of emotions I have and have not experienced before. Loss, love, fear, and accomplishment have followed one after the other, capturing my breath like the wall of air that hits your face at full speed. But somehow, no matter how scared I am, I force myself to sit in the front row. Reminding myself that although the climb up may hinder my view on whats to come, its what lies ahead that will keep my heart beating and the butterflies swarming. Yeah, the initial drop may be sudden, but with hands in the air, it eventually passes, and the laughter (and drool) and freedom will follow me around the bend. Tonight, as I fall asleep, I will remember that waking up tomorrow morning will by my chance to ride that ride one more time, with a fast pass to the front of the line. “It’s always darkest before the dawn…”

On a side note (to sneak in the relevance of music), this song inspired me to write after weeks of silence. Thank you Florence. ❤ You best believe it will be added to my morning wake-up ritual…

Last Night*Niki and the Dove

9 Aug

I just had a Déjà vu while listening to this song, even though I’m pretty sure it was just released. Weeeeird. As Déjà vus tend to be. Being in the right place at the right time is how I see them (even though I hate where my ass is sitting at this particular moment in time). But, to keep it on the positive, I may hate my ass keeping this here seat warm (with a passion), but I know for a fact I won’t be here forever.

So, my “AtothaA advice while adding a song to the soundtrack of your life” is: When a Déjà vu happens, take note, and let it flow. There is no time for second thoughts, even though, YES, they are f’n weird. Just take it as unexplainable proof that you are on the right track….

PS. Check out my early love for Niki and the Dove over at my guest spot on Dailybeatz. And if it feels as if you have already read it, you are now well educated on the phenomenon…..

Niki and the Dove


2 Aug

When I think of a cocoon, my brain automatically registers the beginning of a change, as I am sure most of your brains do. Unless of course it reminds you of the 80’s movie Cocoon, which in that case, I promise not to judge. But, if there is one thing I think we can all agree upon, it would be the simple fact that life is ever-changing. And whether you see that change as good or bad, I, myself, have come to find that it is a change that is always for the better. The secret to the game is that it’s up to you to roll all up in that change, warm up to it, and transform yourself into whatever you want to be. Once you hit that mentality of life, I promise you, everything else is just butterflies and sunshine….

How Small We Are*Pollyn

14 Jul

A girl slappin’ da bass is pretty hot I must say. It automatically makes them a total bad-ass. This song, however, makes all the members of this band a bunch of bad-asses. I realized today that I posted a remix of a song from Pollyn almost a year ago. A year ago. Crazy how time flies, right? I don’t even remember what I did last summer, but then again I don’t even remember what I did yesterday. Is this one of the joys of getting older maybe? Eh. Older, smolder. I like to call it “seasoned” if you will. It sounds spicy and spicy is hot. And since I don’t slapah da bass, I’m kinda running out of options. I am cool with the passing days filling my head up with more wisdom then the day before though. Even if sometimes age is thrown in my face. For example, just yesterday, during a “water cooler conversation”, I was shocked to find out that someone (not naming names) wasn’t 21 yet. She responded to my shock with, “Well yeah. I’m still in college.” Little does she know, I’m less than 4 months away from the Dirty 30…and…well, I’m still in college. Burn. But hey, I like my food spicy. It gives it that flava (flav). I have also come to terms with the fact that I am no longer a kitty and not yet a cougar. So, just call me a cheetah. Those felines are pretty damn bad-ass without the bass guitar.

Pollyn “How Small We Are” from Pollyn on Vimeo.

The Birds (Pt. 1)*The Weeknd

24 Jun

The time has come for me to break the silence. Question is: Will I break it with the most amazing song ever? Answer: No. I mean, I try really hard to not disappoint, but at this point, my blog-sanity is at stake here. It has been way way too long since my last post. And when the going gets tough, the tough get going. Now, I’m not saying this is a bad song in any way. Just saying we all have our guilty pleasures in life. Right? I am the first to admit I do. I.E. I still work out to the entire Femme Fatale album at least 3 times a week. Judge if you want. Just know that these here “guns” that get these fingers to type these posts can pack a mean punch thanks to the cheapest personal trainer ever. Mmmhmmm, Ms. Britney Spears, bitch. So, yeah, I like pleasures that I actually don’t feel guilty about. Cause, WHO CARES. I’ve come to learn that we only get one of these lives (that we can remember at the time). Do what makes YOU happy, like what YOU like, ’cause in the end you will find that when you finally embrace what pleases you instead of grasping on to the guilt of what other people may think of you, those true people who like you for who you are will gravitate towards your world. No matter what fist of pleasures you punch. And that to me, is all that matters.