There's nothing quite like waking up with a pure soprano in your head, as I did this morning with Sarah Brightman's Who Wants To Live Forever echoing like an angel's voice over the alarm. The song is from Sarah’s 1997 album Time To
My earworms have finally broken out of their fixation on pop and jumped into the classical realm, with Vivaldi’s “Spring” concerto from The Four Seasons. When I think of this piece, Spring is always the one that comes to mind (or runs endlessly through my head). I’m very
It’s been several days since I woke up with a recognizable earworm. I’m not going to write posts about the random bits of music that assault me in the mornings, droning chord progressions in my head that have no association with anything. So, waking up to Sixpence None
I was on the pre-orders train for Chuck Wendig’s Wanderers in 2019. I even still have the highway pin, shaped like an interstate highway sign (pictured above) awarded to some of us pre-order people. By that time I’d read several of Wendig’s novels, and followed his blog
The stuff our brains choose to surface...today, after a couple of earworm-free days, it's Sammy Kahn' s and Jimmy Van Heusen's Love And Marriage, as sung by Old Blue Eyes himself, Frank Sinatra. I had no clue about the history of this song. It
My mama raised me right. Hollywood musicals occupy an unwarranted amount of space in my brain. Yesterday, I mentioned Marni Nixon contributing the singing voice of Eliza Doolittle in the movie version of My Fair Lady. Today I am rewarded by waking up to The Rain In Spain running through
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Today I woke up with Never Enough from the musical film The Greatest Showman running between my ears. This actually isn't unusual; when one of my sons insisted we watch the movie a few months ago (yes, I've raised my children right, they don't
Today I can't get John Williams' The Flying Sequence/Can You Read My Mind? from Superman, The Motion Picture out of my head. No idea why it showed up this morning. We rewatched Superman for the first time in forever a couple of weeks ago. Plus, I
(Originally published in May, 2023) Rose/House, the new novella from Hugo award-winning author Arkady Martine, is a murder mystery wrapped around meditations on the cult of celebrity and the power of art. At the center of it all is an artificial intelligence, as compelling and as thoroughly imprisoned as
I came into my re-read of C. S. Lewis’s Space Trilogy ( Out Of The Silent Planet, Perelandra, That Hideous Strength) with some trepidation. My world view has changed since I last read it 20 or more years ago. I remembered little of the first book, dreaded the second, and
I am not a fan of literary fiction. I’m a genre fiction man, top to toe. Litfic is mundane: college professors, teachers, writers, businessmen, all having midlife crises, affairs, fixating on people they shouldn’t. Impotent husbands, philandering wives, rebellious children…they bore me. I know not all litfic