Music for the Stranded

Day 3 - The five songs you would have with you on a desert island and why

I am assuming I won’t be alone on this desert island. If I have to be alone, I don’t think I’ll even want to listen to music. ‘Coz, ya know, being alone on a desert island where there’s no electricity, running water, bathroom, and no one to make love to at night just plain sucks. Plus, I’ll probably get eaten by a shark or something, or drown when it’s high tide.

So let’s just say I’ll be with the husband on this hypothetical desert island, shall we?

My Mixtape

1. Kokomo (Beach Boys) – Need I explain why I would want to listen to a song about the Caribbean when I’m on an island? Nope, didn’t think so either. What I will tell you is that, according to Wikipedia, the place referred to as “Kokomo” in the song is fictional. Did you know that? I didn’t.

2. Wish You Were Here (Pink Floyd) – The husband is a big fan of Pink Floyd. Since he’s going to be entertaining me on that desert island, I figure I should play music he likes. I’m not a fan, but I actually like this song, too.

3. Runaway (The Corrs) – Let’s say the husband and I are on that desert island by choice; we decide we’re sick and tired of being around humans in this crazy world, so we run off to an island to live in peace and love. (We have, on more than one occasion, talked about maybe someday doing that. Wouldn’t that be such an ideal, idyllic, oh-so-romantic life?!)

4. Piano Concerto No. 21 – Andante “Elvira Madigan” (Mozart) – Um, no. I’m not a classical music kind of girl. However, there are times when I must admit that classical music sounds so relaxing. The husband and I can play it after a shark tries to attack us. Maybe it will calm our nerves after such a traumatic experience. Or we can play it before going to sleep at night. Or we can wake up to it. You get the point. It’s soothing and comforting.

5. Sexual Healing – This will be played before, during, and maybe even after lovemaking. I think there will be a lot of lovemaking. What else can a couple do on a desert island, free from the hustle and bustle of city life, free from responsibilities? After putting away the cards, Scrabble board and tiles, and the numerous books we’ll bring with us, what else can a man and woman do but do the deed that creatures have been doing since the beginning of time?

The husband and I have made love on a couple of islands. We even made love inside a cave. ;) You haven’t tried it? Do. It’s exciting!

(The story of the cave will never be told on this blog, unless I start writing one night when I’m drunk. That will probably never happen, though, because I never drink more than 2 bottles.)

The whole time I was writing this post, I was thinking to myself, “Will I even get to play music on a desert island? How?” Yeah, we can bring an iPod, our Android phones, our laptops. But when they run out of battery, what will we do then? Try to find an electrical outlet on an island with no electricity?

Taken on our trip to an island in Camiguin

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This is part of 30 Days of Inspiration, from Magic in the Backyard. Day 1 was back in February. Early February. Don’t get me wrong. I have committed to it, and I enjoy the challenge. So I will finish it, but not in 30 days.

Not About Love (for Thursday Poets Rally Week 37)

No ♥ (Love)

Image by jmv via Flickr

I try not to write about love, I do
Thinking maybe I’ll write about the sun
Or the moon, and how they both came undone
The frantic year they flew to my rescue
I try not to write about love, it’s true
Playing music in my mind until one
A.M., drumming a beat, sharps and flats none
Clothes ripped off to the beat without ado

But the feel of skin bared makes me think of
The way my body gravitates to yours
And how our bodies dance to their own flow
As night becomes another day of love
I realize obsession far outscores
The whim to write about what I don’t know

-Finished 8:35 Mla
To see other Rally entries, go to Promising Poets’ Parking Lot.

10 Things That Make Me Happy

Scott
He makes me laugh, cry, ecstatic, angry, blissful, at peace. I am learning so many things from loving him and being loved by him. Not all of them are welcome, but I know they are necessary. He and I are so different in a number of ways, but at the same time, he is exactly what I asked for. I need him like a bird needs to fly. None of the 9 other things on this list of things that make me happy would continue to make me happy if he stopped being a part of it.

Compliments
I’m a sucker for compliments. Feed my ego, and you’ll automatically be considered for a spot on my list of people with “friendship potential”.

A good mystery
Give me a good mystery book when I’m down and bored, and I’ll thank you with a big hug for giving me salvation. A good mystery always manages to lift my mood. Also, it gets my creative juices flowing and makes me want to start writing a poem, a story, or just any form of written work.

A good love story
I love reading or hearing about a good love story, especially if it’s based on actual events. In this world where people just love to hate, and divorce rates are absurdly high, it makes me believe that love can, indeed, conquer everything. That makes me feel good about the world in general.

My favorite song of the moment
If someone asks me what my favorite song of all time is, I’ll have a hell of a time answering. It’ll take hours, maybe even days, for me to come up with an answer, and in the end, I’ll say I have either none or hundreds of thousands. My favorite song of all time is usually what my favorite song is for the moment. And if you happen to be around me when I’m playing my favorite song of the moment, you’ll either have tinnitus, feel nauseous, or both. I play my favorite songs over and over and over and over, you’ll think I have a broken record. I’ve been known to play only one song in my car while driving. I sometimes play one song over and over for a week (maybe more). Listening to it provides a sort of escape. The song usually makes me daydream.

Daydreaming
When I daydream, I fantasize about being a rock star or royalty. I think the reason these daydreams occur is that I actually want to become a rock star or royalty. I have yet to determine if my singing voice is good enough to turn me into a rock star; I only know that I sing in tune, and some people have actually called my voice nice. I highly doubt it’s rock star quality, though. Even if it were, I wouldn’t know where or how to begin a singing career. As for the latter (fantasy), I think I’ll give up the dream of becoming royalty altogether, since I wasn’t born into a royal family. And fat chance of me marrying a prince. I wouldn’t want to anyways, I already met my prince.

Speaking of which, ever since I met my fiancé, I hardly daydream anymore. I’m guessing the cause of this is that, with him in my life, my reality is now better than fantasy. But when I do daydream, I still feel happy and all fuzzy inside.

Sleep
You know what bliss is? It’s finally being able to close your eyes to rest after a long and tiring day, when it seems as if the entire day, you have been wanting to hit the sack, but you couldn’t because of adult responsibilities and pressing deadlines.

A sexy outfit
One of the things guaranteed to make my day (and my night) is my own image in a sexy dress, top, jeans, or bikini, looking hot in it. When an outfit has a flattering effect on me and displays curves in the right places, my self-esteem is definitely boosted. I feel like going out, cruising around town, and painting it red!

Diet Soda
Soda is my vice. My favorites are Coke Zero and Diet A&W. I have it everyday, every meal, and then some. I crave it in the morning after I wake up. My day isn’t complete when I haven’t had a can. It tastes so good that sometimes, the experience of drinking it is almost orgasmic. I’m guessing you know why I drink diet. I have to, with the abundant amount I ingest; otherwise, I’ll blow up.

Having an orgasm (preferably, multiple ones)
I’m sorry, but it has to be said. Coming always makes The Reason You Come one happy lady.

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