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Touched by Lightning Playlist 2

Touched by Lightning comes out just a week from today and I’m so excited I can hardly sit still. Actually, I’ve been so consumed by this release and making sure I cover all of my bases, I haven’t touched my WIP in two weeks. Which kills me because I have plans for this year, big plans that involve me writing like a fiend. And yet I’m failing at that.

Anyway, before I get to today’s song, I wanted to remind y’all that I have a Scavenger Hunt going on right now through Candlelight Book Promotions. I’m giving away a $25 gift card and an Order of Themis travel mug. It’s pretty sweet, if I say so myself. And when I forgot my personal travel mug at work one day, I was tempted to grab one of the mugs I’d put aside for promo. I didn’t. They’re all unused, but it was a near thing. Just sayin’.

So if you didn’t know about the scavenger hunt, here’s a little info:

TbL Tour ButtonAnd if you want to follow along, this is the schedule of stops I’ll be making between now and February 20th:

Lea Barrymire 2/5- Wed
In The Pages of a Good Book 2/6- Thur
A.M. Griffin 2/7- Fri
Literary Nook 2/8- SAT
deal sharing aunt 2/10- Mon
For Whom The Books Toll 2/11- Tue
Queentutt’s World of Escapism 2/12- Wed
Tattooed Book Review 2/14- Fri
Unearthly Musings 2/14- Fri
AReCafe 2/15- SAT
Riverina Romantics 2/17- Mon
Clutter Your Kindle 2/18- Tue
For the Love of Bookends 2/19- Wed
Lusty Penguin Reviews 2/19- Wed
Sizzling Promo 2/20- Thur

And now to the next song on the Touched by Lightning playlist. Remember, these songs aren’t the only ones I listened to while writing this story. They just happened to be the ones that spoke to me the most. I think I may have shared this song once before, but while writing Gyda and Brit’s story, it was one of the few that managed to really dig into the heart of the pain between these characters. I tell you this because I don’t want y’all to think “Oh, Danica’s just got all brooding on us”. I do listen to happy songs too. Granted, there aren’t many “happy” songs I like, but I’m not all doom and gloom. *sniff*

Anyway, Corey Taylor, Dave Grohl, Rick Nielsen and Scott Reeder got together to make this song for a documentary about a music studio (I can’t remember the name of the studio at the moment) but the instant I heard this song, it moved me. And it was perfect for Touched by Lightning. Here’s “From Can to Can’t”.

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My Summer Pain

It’s been awhile since I blogged regularly, so I’m taking this slowly going with the things I missed about blogging. Mainly my What’s Playing Wednesdays. I’m a music hound, so of course I missed picking songs out for y’all to listen to.

Which brings us to today’s post. While I was laid up with the bad shoulder, camped out in the recliner and drugged out of my mind (those first few weeks), my cousin’s 11-year-old daughter came to spend the days with us. She’s a good kid and made the days fly by. But she’s also 11 years old which means she’d wait for me to pass out from the painkillers, steal the remote and put her shows on. It’s been a long time since I watched Nickelodeon all day long. But I did that this summer. Five days a week, six to eight hours a day. Sure, when I was on the medication I found it hilarious. Of course anything’s funny when you’re high as a kite. Later though, I realized she’d brainwashed me. Yes.

How do I know? Because she somehow managed to make my mind absorb the words to this song and remember them. And they’re engrained. Forever.

 If you’ve followed my blog for the last…I don’t even know how long I’ve been writing it. Four years? Five? Something like that,  you’d know that while I adore my music, bubblegum pop has never been my thing. I didn’t like boy bands when I was a pre-teen. While my friends were going nuts over Menudo when I was in elementary school or New Kids on the Block when I was in junior high, I was digging Duran Duran or Black Sabbath and Jethro Tull. I am not a boy band fan, never have been. But I know the words to this song. Why? Because we watched Big Time Rush nearly every day.

So that’s what this month’s theme is going to be. What I did this summer…as in what songs will forever remind me of my 11-year-old niece cornering me on my recliner and singing “Pink, fluffy unicorns covered in rainbows/pink, fluffy unicorns covered in rainbows!” while I cringed. CRINGED, y’all.

Now…sing it “It’s the only life you got/So ya gotta live it big time”.

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A Small Complaint

I love music. This shouldn’t come as a surprise to y’all. I managed to fit my love of music into a schedule on my blog with What’s Playing Wednesdays. It’s been an essential part of my life for as long as I can remember.

My mom loves to tell stories about me as a child singing every song that came on the radio. Every song. Including the commercial jingles. Not much has changed. I still sing along, but my tastes have changed. *shuffle* Okay, so there are a few commercials I still sing along with, but not as many.

I love nearly all kinds of music, although I gravitate more toward rock and heavy metal.  I just enjoy the intensity of the songs, but that doesn’t mean I scoff at softer bands. I will get teary-eyed listening to Snow Patrol because wow, that songwriting. *sigh* Rap, hip-hop, some country, some pop, classic rock, golden oldies, jazz, blues, alternative, I love it all. But in the end, I would rather listen to screaming guitars and growling vocals.

Which is why the current trend in crappy female-led metal bands pisses me off. Oh sure, I’m all for girl power. I think it’s awesome that the music industry is starting to see that women love to rock out as much as men do. I think it’s a wonderful thing and I’m all for music that supports that. When it’s good. I’m sorry, I’m sure there are some people out there who just love some of the bands that have become popular lately, but all I can say is “are you kidding me?”

When did being female become more important than writing good music? When did having tits and ass become the most vital part to a band’s popularity than good musica ability and some vocal ability? There are very few bands that I’ll listen to these days with a female singer. VERY few. I can count them on one hand. Those are the bands that are about the music. If I can listen to a song and it takes me a while to realize the singer is female because I’m so entranced by the music, by the lyrics, by the sheer power of the song. I shouldn’t wince when the song comes on because it sounds like two cats fighting and screwing in an alley. The screeching-I’m-so-sexy-I-don’t-need-musical-ability of the newer bands turns me off. And that’s probably wrong of me, but there you go.

There are a lot of bands out there who have female singers who make their songs more about femininity than just a walking vagina singing on stage. Those are the groups I’ll listen to because being a woman is secondary to the music. It isn’t the primary aspect. I can respect that because it shows me they’re not just in it to make men go “Oh man, I wouldn’t kick her out of my bed if she hadn’t shaved her legs in five weeks”.

Of course the record companies aren’t catering to me. Although they should. Maybe if they picked bands who had a smidgen of talent and passion for the music instead of the ones that were only a hair off from being bubblegum pop groups, I’d like them better and share them on my blog.

I surely can’t be the only one who’s noticed this, right? Have any y’all realized the same thing? Or am I really just that snobbish about music?

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DJ Lea in the House

For the next two months, I’ve invited my fellow Cabal of Hotness buddies to take over my blog on Wednesdays and share a song from their current playlist, or their former playlist, or whatever works for them. Today we have Geeky Hotness herself, Lea Barrymire in the house!
I’m currently working on a succubus-meets-warlock story and find that this song is just loud and hard enough to get my fingers flying across the keyboard. Well, and it plays along with the theme of my story.

The story, Wired in Sin, is about a female who hates her life. She’s a ‘made’ succubus who has found a way to feed off sexual energy through a very non-conventional method. Lots of wires and phone cords in this story. And, no, it has nothing to do with BDSM. Victoria would do anything to stay away from people. Her hero, Dominick, knows she’s supposed to be his but has to find a way into her heart. He’s a sneaky bastard! LOL

Here’s a short, unedited, snippet… see what you think of my techno-wizard and succubus:

Dominick knew the moment that she started feeding off his energy. The magical pull was slight, but still there in the back of his mind. He couldn’t stop from smiling when her face finally relaxed and a beautifully peaceful look descended. She’d been distant and cool when first materializing in his mind. Now that he was feeding her he could feel her loosening up, releasing some of the control she had on their session and her mind.

Moving his hands up under the dress was a taste of delicious torture. He could feel her smooth skin under his palms, feel her heat, but could only imagine what she looked like. Were her legs long enough to wrap around his waist if he hoisted her against the wall? Would they look pale around his tanned skin? Did she have any freckles on her ivory skin, or was it creamy and unblemished? He groaned. His imagination fueling his thoughts, feeding his desire to unwrap her like a present. He wanted to push the fabric off her legs and catch a glimpse of the prize he was after, but the longer he waited the better it would be.

He watched her face as he stroked both hands up along her legs. He stopped at her knees and skimmed his palms back down to her ankles, lightly running his fingers over her skin. He grinned as she shivered under his ministrations. He did the circuit again, up slowly along the outside of her calf and then back down to her ankles. The feel of goosebumps under his touch made him want to shout in triumph. She was reacting to the session even if she didn’t want to.

Dominick wanted to give her so much more. “Open your legs, Victoria. Spread open for me, love.”

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Hacksaw to the Bone?

The theme for What’s Playing Wednesdays this month is misunderstood lyrics. You know you’ve done it. Everyone’s done it at least once and we’re going to embrace our silliness (or bad hearing) this month.

Today’s song was one I figured was a no-brainer. It’s obvious they’re saying “Hats off to the bull”. Yet I discovered a coworker completely misunderstood this song. Let me set the stage for you:

It was my boss’ birthday. We went to the golf course for lunch. It’s a nice place and the food is decent. Most of the office is crowded around this table and the coworker who’s my least favorite is seated across from me. I spent most of the lunch chatting with the girls and trying to ignore my boss and his main cohort’s antics (They’re going to hell. Just sayin’). Anyway, somehow we got on the subject of music for the company Christmas party (Which I’m not attending).

The coworker I least like suddenly stops and says, “You listen to that hard stuff. Do you like Chevelle?”

Feeling as though I was about to step into something sticky, I answered in the affirmative. Chevelle is one of those bands whose songs I love, but I’ve never managed to buy their albums. I listen to them when they come on the radio and jam out like there’s no tomorrow, yet I can’t be bothered to buy their music for some reason.

Anyway, he says, “You know that song, Hats Off to the Bull? Well I heard it, really liked it and started looking for it but I could never find it because I thought they were singing “hacksaw to the bone”.”

Hacksaw to the bone…Hats off to the bull…It must be a down the bayou thing. It seemed pretty straight forward to me, but the more I listened to this song and put myself in my Cajun mind…the more I could honestly hear “hacksaw to the bone” which sounds pretty bad ass, doesn’t it?

You be the judge, do you hear hats off to the bull or hacksaw to the bone?

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Black No. 1

Happy Halloween! I hope my East coast friends are doing better today and that the rest of y’all are in the mood for spooky stuff today. Well, okay maybe not spooky. I’m playing a song. That’s it. I have no special effects, no ghost stories, nothing frightening at all. Unless you’re scared of a very short blog post.

It’s been a fun week. Caveman Christian kicked it off with his very lively, fun interview and Caveman Justin will be wrapping the week up with his entertaining answers. But we have to get through Wednesday and Thursday first. Get your questions ready for this hilarious and enterprising man! That’s probably why this post is so short. I need to preserve my quips and witty comebacks for Friday.

Anyway, today we have the last of the “black” themed songs. I saved the best for last, really. It’s perfect since it is All Hallow’s Eve and Type O Negative is an iconic goth metal band. Peter Steele had the whole vampire-eat-your-face-off-or-screw-you-blind thing going on for him. He was an entertaining guy. I remember watching an interview with him and he got the journalist all flustered with his sex appeal. He was a Playgirl centerfold, wrote about witches and vampires and blood and sex. Yeah, he had it going on.

So for those of you who are going out tonight and you’re feeling all dangerous and sexy, give Black No. 1 a listen and enjoy.

Happy Halloween!

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It’s Black

We’re still moving at a fast clip for the month of October. I’m not blogging about RomantiCon anymore (as much), but that doesn’t mean I’ve given up on those smexy cavemen. Do you blame me? Really?

This Friday,  I hope to have a very special guest on the blog, but I’m keeping who under wraps for now. And no, that isn’t a euphemism for anything. I swearz!

So we’re still in the Black theme this month and I can’t believe I forgot about this song. I swear I must hear it at least once a day on the commute to/from work. It really gets me revved up and ready to go. This is usually when my foot presses on the accelerator a little harder. *cough*

The band is called Trivium. They have a few songs I really like, but I think this one will be my favorite. It’s called Black. Prepare to have your hair blown back.

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RomantiCon: The Music

Don’t be shy! I see y’all stopping by the blog but no one commenting. If you don’t want anyone to know your name, just make a fake on, but please leave a comment. I won’t bite.  Hard, unless you ask me to.

Of course I’m going to talk about the music for the convention. It just so happens to fit in with my What’s Playing Wednesday theme. Before I get to that though, remember I need questions to ask the cavemen when they stop by the blog. Post your question for them in the comments and I’ll forward them to the guys.

Now back to the What’s Playing Wednesday post. I’m not a dancer but you couldn’t have guessed that from this weekend. I played music because according to my band director, I had no rhythm for dancing. I can shake my butt (which is easy since there’s so much of it), but I found myself dancing, or rather doing my version of dancing, nearly every night of this convention. In fact, I was strongly reminded of college, when I used to go out every night of the week. I’d always start off in my chair, doing what I called “chair dancing”, before I ended up on the dance floor. By the 2nd party, I was dragging other people out on the dance floor.

This behavior didn’t come without its downsides. Each morning I would swing my legs over the side of the bed and eye the floor warily because walking hurt. Standing hurt. My ass, my thighs and my feet hated me. But I couldn’t sit down and watch everyone else have fun. It had absolutely nothing to do with the cavemen dancing in the crowd. I swear. I didn’t dance with any of them. I didn’t stand behind them and stare at their tight asses as they gyrated in ways that’ll haunt me until I see it happen again. And again and again. *shivers*

But we’re talking about music, not glistening skin with rippling muscles and jeans that barely clung to tight, little butts you could bounce a quarter off of. We were talking about music. Right. Music….um. There was music playing. Um, dance music. Throbbing bass, catchy lyrics, you know the deal. It’s not something I listen to often. In fact, by the time I got in my car at the airport yesterday, I was parched for heavy metal and rocked out on the drive home.

The guys can dance to just about anything and make it look as though they’d practiced it a million times. These are some amazing dancers. Seriously amazing. I just missed screaming guitars and screaming lyrics and headbanging something awful. *sniff* Maybe next year I’ll sing something my speed to get the party started.

Nah, I want people to like me, not chase me from the room with torches and pitchforks. 😉

Be sure to stop by the rest of the week to find out about what else went on at RomantiCon 2012!

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RomantiCon Eve

I know today’s Wednesday which means What’s Playing, but I’m stoked about leaving for Ohio tomorrow. Seriously, y’all. I’ve already left and I’m winging my way…in my head. I still have a day of work, a night of Duck Dynasty and last-minute packing to do, but I’m already enjoying the conference. Except in my dreams. Those are about my nephew’s radioactive incinerator in his apartment because he’s too cheap to pay for trash service. Don’t judge me! It was a dream!

I blame it on a combination of text taunts from him because his fantasy football team beat mine, HAZWOPER training and Chantix. Why couldn’t I dream about the cavemen? Or the plot of the WIP I haven’t touched in days? No, I dream about something like this. Hmph.

Anyway, I’m excited and I haven’t forgotten about October having a black theme for What’s Playing Wednesdays. Today I decided to leap back twenty years…wait, hold up. Twenty years? Seriously? *gets out the calculator* Yeah…1992 was twenty flippin’ years ago. That’s just wrong. I’m not supposed to be this old. I’m on the verge of having a nervous breakdown because I just realized I can remember when this band came out and everyone thought it was so awesome.

White Zombie, you know, Rob Zombie’s first band came out in the early 90s which is blowing my mind. I was in high school and thought I was hot shit. (Pardon my French) But then most teenagers think the same thing, so I’m sure y’all understand. Anyway, I had to get this album and I listened to it all the time. It was hard, wild and a little crazy. But I had no idea that Iggy Pop was in the video until today. That’s just cool.

Anyway, today’s song is Black Sunshine. Now I’ll go back to daydreaming about Ohio while I suffer through another HAZWOPER class. Think of me!

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N.I.B.

I’m back! Well, sort of. Feeling kind of tender today, but I’m at least not sleeping every five minutes. I can’t decide if I was trying to recover from the procedure, or if my body just needed the rest, but I think I must’ve slept twenty hours since Monday.

But I’m here today and we’re continuing the acronym theme with Black Sabbath. I’ve been a fan of this band since I was a kid. Growing up, it was nothing for me to listen to Black Sabbath or AC/DC one minute and the Andrew Sisters the next.

This song is called N.I.B. or (Nativity in Black). It was remade in the 90s by one of my favorite bands, Primus, but I’m playing the original today. Next week will be the last of the acronym songs and after that I have to prepare y’all for a month of inspirational music. Not that kind. No, August will be devoted to music that inspired me in some way to write my upcoming release, Primal Song. I hope y’all check it out!

And now for Ozzy…

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