Saturday Morning Music – Harmony

The Word of the Day is Harmony.

There are plenty of bands that were famous for their harmonies, here are three examples.

One of the best, in my view, was the Beach Boys – Good Vibrations.

Another excellent example of Harmony is Simon and Garfunkel – Bridge over Troubled Waters.

 

And here is one that you may not have heard. Peter and Gordon – World Without Love,

The song was written by Paul McCartney (of The Beatles) who was going out with Peter Asher’s Sister, Jane Asher at the time.

Some lovely harmonies on this one.

 

Happy Saturday everyone. 🙂

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/15/harmony-2/

 

My Top Songs – What I listened to in 2018

My Blogging Pal, Kristian, The other Kristian, of Life Lessons Around the Dinner Table,

has posted her top songs from 2018 from Spotify. Apparently, Spotify produces a list of the songs you listened to the most in 2018.

Here is Kristian’s post:

https://lifelessonsaroundthedinnertable.wordpress.com/2019/02/21/my-top-songs/

 

So here are my top songs. You will find nothing new or recent here, just some great songs from yesteryear. They all seem to be quite relaxing music. A few of them already appear on previous posts that I did about music I was listening to, see here:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/02/11/keeping-calm-music-to-relax-to/

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/02/12/more-mellow-music/

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2019/02/13/more-relaxing-mood-music/

Some of the songs are seldomly played nowadays, whereas others are established favourites.

  1. Bilitis – Francis Lai.

Apparently, this was written for a rather suggestive film, but I don’t know anything about that. The theme reminds me of that kind of electronic music of the late seventies and early ’80s like Vangelis Chariots of Fire.

 

2. Cavatina – John Williams – This was used as the Theme for the film Deerhunter. I have linked to this before.

3. Albatross – Fleetwood Mac – This is one of my favourite go-to songs for rest and relaxation and I have linked to it before.

4. Ballade Pour Adeline – Richard Clayderman.

5. The Aquarium from Carnival of the Animals – Saint Saens.

6. Stranger on the Shore – Acker Bilk

7. Nocturne – Secret Garden

8. Liebestraum – Franz Liszt – This is pretty famous so I won’t link to it. It is a lovely piece of music and one often used in films or adverts.

9. Chi Mai – Ennio Morricone – This was used for a popular TV show in the early 80’s called the Life and Times of David Lloyd George. I recommend both the song and the programme.

10. Music Box Dancer – Richard Clayderman (performed by) Written by Frank Mills.

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/21/seldomly/

Tell the Story Challenge – A Clandestine Puzzlement.

Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith has tagged me in the following Tell the Story Challenge:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/02/06/a-short-life/

Here is the Picture:

 

By the clandestine light of a single candle, Elizabeth Darwell opened her journal to write about the events of the day. Sir Percy, an admirable catch, had asked her father for her hand. Her heart fluttered as she considered her future as his wife. He was a man of great status and wealth and she a squire’s daughter, far beneath him, but he had been captured, so he’d said, by her demure beauty and innocence.

Just then, she heard a noise and looked up in puzzlement.

Her beloved was sneaking stealthily into her room. A look of undisguised lust marred his face as He held a half drunk bottle of brandy in his right hand and wiped his mouth with his left.

It seemed he now yearned to destroy the very innocence that had endeared him to her.

It was clear, he wanted a downpayment on their marriage contract and this was something she could not countenance. She had heard of many a noble gentleman who, after taking such liberties had decided that the lady did not meet with their expectations and called off the marriage altogether. When the lady was so much lower in status, it was her reputation that was irreparably besmirched not his.

Desperate not to end up in that fate, she jumped up and ramed the candle into his face and kicked him hard between the legs, where rumour had it a mans greatest weakness lay.

He screamed in agony and collapsed to the floor writhing in pain.

Carefully she went through his pockets and removed any objects of value. A gold watch, a fine leather wallet filled with silver and gold coins and an ornate snuff box.

She would need all those valuables now she had forsaken one fate for another. That of a highwaywoman.

The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/February/2019

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/06/your-daily-word-prompt-puzzlement-february-6-2019/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/04/your-daily-word-prompt-clandestine-february-4-2019/

 

I hoped you liked the story, I based it on the fact that the picture reminded me of a Jane Austen novel, so I tried to imitate that style, with, of course, a twist.

So Now, I shall choose a picture and if anyone reading this would like to take up the challenge a write a story about it, please be my guest. 🙂

 

IMG_3163

 To clarify, I nominate YOU, if you’d like to. 

Have fun.

 

Multiple Word Prompt Story – A Nice, Old-Fashioned Shop

On his way home, Steve decided to pop into the new butcher’s that had just opened on the corner of the high street.

He was always bemoaning about the decline of the town centre and how all the shops were closing down. Since the big shopping mall had opened several years ago, all the traditional shops had closed. The haberdashery, the Ironmongers, the Bakers and the greengrocers had all closed down. So, in order to put his money where his mouth was, he felt obliged to check out this new shop and encourage it as best he could.

As he walked in, the smell of the meat and the sawdust on the floor took him back to his youth. This was just the thing he wanted. The memories threatened to overwhelm him. His grandad had been a butcher and he often sat on a stool in the corner and watched him chop up things with his giant cleaver. 

The sound of a piercing whistle brought him back to reality with a bump. The Butcher came into the front of the shop through and he was whistling a haunting melody. He carried a cleaver in one hand and a large piece of meat in his other. It looked rather dubious to him. He tried to rack his brains to think of what animal resembled the red, bleeding carcass that the burly man held. 

“Can I help you, Sir?” The butcher asked.

“Erm, No thank you, I was just browsing. Good night” Steve replied, backing out of the door, rather sheepishly. 

‘I think I’ll stick to the Supermarket in future, after all’ he thought to himself.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 23/November/2018

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/23/dubious/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/11/23/rdp-friday-shop/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/11/23/your-daily-word-prompt-overwhelm-november-23-2018/

An Old-Fashioned Tale – The Two Sisters

As you may know, I am currently taking a break, but wanted to share some of my earliest posts with you, that you may have missed. 

This story was a fairy tale that I wrote back in April. 

All the best 🙂 

 

Once upon a time.

I do love those old-fashioned starts to stories, don’t you? They remind me of the fairy tales of my youth. Nothing is more likely to make me want to read on than hearing that lovely phrase. It takes me back.

Once again, I am a young lad sitting at the feet of my Granddad looking up at his worn but kindly face.

The tales he told me were not original; they were from an old book that his Grandfather had read to him. Tales of dark forests and wolves, of princesses trapped in towers with long golden hair.

This story is a bit like that, only it is original. It is a story about two lives that ran in parallel and then a momentous event sent those two lives off in different directions.

So here we go.

Once upon a time, there lived two sisters.

Continue reading An Old-Fashioned Tale – The Two Sisters

3 Day Lyric Challenge – Day 3

I have been nominated by this challenge by the fabulous Laura M Bailey at All The Shoes I Wear. See her post here:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/10/03/3-day-lyric-challenge-day-1/

 

Ok, Confession time. She didn’t exactly nominate me, she left it an open nomination, but I fancied doing it so I have taken up the baton.

 

So the Rules:

1 Thank the person who nominated you.
2 Share one of your favourite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.
3 Nominate three other bloggers each day.

 

As many of you know, I have a taste for the Old-Fashioned, those golden oldies of music (and Film) and I toyed with the idea of choosing some more modern songs for this challenge…..But then I remembered I don’t like any modern songs, so here is one of my all time favourites.

Elvis Presley – Crying in the Chapel – 1965

 

The Lyrics:

You saw me crying in the chapel
The tears I shed were tears of joy
I know the meaning of contentment
Now I’m happy with the Lord

Just a plain and simple chapel
Where humble people go to pray
I pray the Lord that I’ll grow stronger
As I live from day to day

I searched and I searched
But I couldn’t find
No way on earth to gain peace of mind

Now I’m happy in the chapel
Where people are of one accord
Yes we gather in the chapel
Just to sing and praise the Lord

You’ll search and you’ll search
But you’ll never find
No way on earth to gain peace of mind

Take your troubles to the chapel
Get down on your knees and pray
Then your burdens will be lighter
And you’ll surely find the way

 

My Nominees:

The Britchy One from Bitchin’ in the Kitchen.

Dear Ex…

and

Melanie B Cee from Sparks from a combustible mind

https://sparksfromacombustiblemind.com/2018/10/04/addendum/

3 Day Lyric Challenge – Day 2

I have been nominated by this challenge by the fabulous Laura M Bailey at All The Shoes I Wear. See her post here:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/10/03/3-day-lyric-challenge-day-1/

 

Ok, Confession time. She didn’t exactly nominate me, she left it an open nomination, but I fancied doing it so I have taken up the baton.

 

So the Rules:

1 Thank the person who nominated you.
2 Share one of your favourite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.
3 Nominate three other bloggers each day.

 

As many of you know, I have a taste for the Old-Fashioned, those golden oldies of music (and Film) and I toyed with the idea of choosing some more modern songs for this challenge…..But then I remembered I don’t like any modern songs, so here is one of my all time favourites.

The Seekers – Island of Dreams – 1966

 

The Lyrics

I wandered the streets and the gay crowded places
Trying to forget you but somehow it seems
My thoughts ever stray to our last sweet embraces
Over the sea on the island of dreams

High in the sky is the bird on the wing
Please carry me with you
Far far away from the mad rushing crowd
Please carry me with you

Again I would wander where memories enfold me
There on the beautiful island of dreams

High in the sky is the bird on the wing
Please carry me with you
Far far away from the mad rushing crowd
Please carry me with you

Again I would wander where memories enfold me
There on the beautiful island of dreams
Far far away on the island of dreams

My Nominees:

Mel at Crushed Caramel – My music Buddy, who seems to share a lot of favourite songs with me.

https://crushedcaramel.wordpress.com/2018/10/04/the-flatmate-who-will-not-accept-my-terms/

and

https://thinkingclearly483645316.wordpress.com/2018/10/03/the-rose-in-my-heart/

Leaning on the Lamppost – More Old Music.

 

Fandango’s Word Prompt was Lamppost and being of an old-fashioned frame of mind, I instantly thought of this song that my Nan used to like.

George Formby was a man who became extremely popular during the War in England, he made quite a few films and his songs were hits. They were always comical and amusing songs, like “When I’m Cleaning Windows” and the wartime song “Bless ‘Em All”.

See this link to find out more about him.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Formby

The Lyrics.

I’m leaning on a lamp–maybe you think I look a tramp.

Or you may think I’m hanging ’round to steal a car.

But no! I’m not a crook,

and if you think that’s what I look,

I’ll tell you why I’m here and what my motives are.

I’m leaning on the lamp-post at the corner of the street

in case a certain little lady comes by.

Oh me, oh my,

I hope the little lady comes by.

I don’t know if she’ll get away.

She doesn’t always get away, but anyhow I know that she’ll try.

Oh me, oh my,

I hope the little lady comes by.

There’s no other girl I would wait for,

but this one I’d break any date for.

I won’t have to ask what she’s late for.

She wouldn’t leave me flat.

She’s not a girl like that.

Oh, she’s absolutely wonderful and marvellous and beautiful.

And anyone can understand why

I’m leaning on a lamp-post at the corner of the street in case a certain little lady passes by.

 

UPDATE: I have just found out that my very good friend Mel at Crushed Caramel has posted pretty much the same thing! Great minds think alike and we seem to share a great taste in music.

See here:

https://crushedcaramel.wordpress.com/2018/09/20/oh-me-oh-my/comment-page-1/#comment-2184

 

FOWC with Fandango — Lamppost

 

The Guests Arrive for Tea – A Murder Mystery Continues

I started writing a murder mystery some time ago, we are almost at the end now.

If you’d like to read this story from the beginning, click on this link:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/07/11/the-start-of-it-a-short-story-with-familiar-characters/

 

The Guests arrive for Tea

Having refreshed herself with a cup of tea and one of Mrs Buscombe’s excellent Egg mayonnaise sandwiches, Audrey decided to change her clothes. She had been roused out of bed early that morning by a telephone call from Sir Alfred Thorpe. It had been to see the dead body of a poor young man, Christopher Copeland, who had apparently committed suicide, having also confessed to murder.

That could well have been the end of the whole investigation. Although it did not satisfy her. Not in the slightest. It may well have provided an explanation for Claudia Halifax’s murder, but it still did not explain the death of her own Maid, Elsie. Elsie had been a nice girl, a trifle naïve and it appeared she was a bit swayed by gifts and trinkets, but that wasn’t a bad thing. She was sure that the suicide and confession of that poor young man had been part of a wicked and insidious ploy to shift the focus away from the real culprit.

She changed into a wrap-around dress in a pale lavender colour and having rearranged her hair she went back downstairs to await her guests. She was just at the bottom of the stairs when the doorbell rang. She checked her watch, it was just past three-thirty, far too early for the guests she’d invited for afternoon tea. As she was crossing the hall, she answered the door herself.

Standing there, in his civilian clothes of dark grey tweed, was Constable Jones.

“May I have a word with you, Lady Patterson?” He asked politely but with a distinct tone of anxiety about it.

“Yes, of course, Constable, come this way.” She led him into the drawing-room and sat down in her sofa and pointed him towards a chair.

“Thank you. I’m not on duty, it’s just Caradoc Jones. I wanted to make a confession to you, if you don’t mind.”

“You wish to make a confession? Are you going to tell me what you were doing on the Thursday night when Elsie was murdered?”

Caradoc Jones’ face went bright red “Erm, yes, yes I was. How did you know?”

“Because, Mr Jones, I went to the Cinema on Thursday evening myself and saw, not ‘Angel over Islington’ which didn’t start showing until the following weekend, but Dial M for Murder. I knew then that you lied to me. What were you doing? Had you been following Elsie?”

“Not then. I admit I had been following Elsie, after she chucked me over. I wanted to know what she was doing, who she was seeing, but gradually, I began to realise that I didn’t care anymore. That Thursday I was in the company of Mavis Pruitt. She’s the Maid at number 33. We’re engaged to be married now.”

“That all seems rather sudden Mr Jones. Elsie’s only been dead two weeks.”

“Yes, well I’ve always been quite friendly with Mavis, even before Elsie come on the scene. Elsie, she was a fair girl, very pretty and at first she seemed really keen on me, so Mavis just faded into the background, you see?”

“Yes, I see and after Elsie chucked you she suddenly came back into the foreground again, is that it?”

“Well, yes, not right away. At first, I was cut up about it, I admit it, I used to follow her around. I saw the odd glimpse of the person she’d chucked me for. Then I got over it. Mavis made me realise she was the one for me all along.”

Audrey wasn’t altogether interested in Constable Jones’ love life, something he’d said just caught her attention.

“You say you managed to catch a glimpse of the man Elsie was with? Why didn’t you tell Sir Alfred that? What was the man like? Was he tall and blond?”

“I only caught a brief glimpse of him, He was a toff, fancy clothes. He wasn’t tall, he was stocky. I didn’t see his hair, he had a top hat on.”

“Was he Old, or Young?”

“It was hard to say, I only saw him from a distance and from behind. He did have an unusual way of walking though, sort of hunched like.”

“Do you think you’d recognise him if you saw him again?”

“Well, I might. Why, what did you have in mind?”

“I am having a gathering in a short while. A few people will be arriving and I want you to sit in the morning room, which over looks the street and observe my guests as they arrive, then come and tell me if any of them could have been the man you saw in the park with Elsie.”

“Well, I suppose, if you think it may help.”

“It will make amends for not coming forward with this information sooner. I will forget all about it, if you help me.”

She put her plan into action and placed Constable Jones in the morning room from where he should be able to see everyone arrive.

Audrey had just sat back down in the morning room when the doorbell rang again.

Alice announced Sir Alfred who followed her in, still looking quite sheepish.

“Alf, if you would be so kind as to sit here next to me. You’re the first to arrive.”

Sir Alfred manoeuvred across the room with his cane. He was smartly dressed, with his dark grey suit. She hadn’t really noticed much until now, but he had a distinctive walk. He was slightly hunched over and walked with a rolling gait, possibly caused by arthritic trouble, but it looked almost like the walk of someone who’d spent their life at sea and had to adjust to the movement of a ship. That wasn’t the case of course. Sir Alfred had spent his life working in police and achieved the rank of Chief Commissioner of the Metropolitan police.

Sir Alfred lowered himself onto the sofa next to her with an audible gasp.

At exactly Four thirty the doorbell rang and Alice announced the arrival of Lord Halifax. He wore a very formal black suit and had a dour expression on his face.

“Now, Lady Patterson, I would be grateful if you could explain why you have invited me. You mentioned having acquired something?”

“Oh, please don’t let’s be in too much of a hurry. We can at least be civil. I have ordered some tea and there is one more person left to arrive. Please take a seat.”

Audrey indicated a chair by the window, which Lord Halifax lowered himself into. He was older than her, about the same age as Sir Alfred, but he seemed more agile for his age. He sat bolt upright in the chair.

Alice brought in the sandwiches and began serving the tea. There was no point in waiting any longer.

Nearly the End

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 28/August/2018

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/08/28/insidious/

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/08/28/rdp-tuesday-prompt-fair/

 

 

Goodnight and sweet dreams – Another Old song

 

Any of you who have read a few of my posts know that I love old music. I am rather a fan of the singer Al Bowlly who had a few hits in the 1930’s. He was killed in the Blitz during the second world war, he apparently refused to go to the air-raid shelter and stay in his room. The building took a direct hit and very little was left of him.

This was one of his hits. He had a haunting way of singing that seems to tug at my soul.

I hope you like it.

Goodnight all. 🙂