My brothers released their new album and were written up in the Montreal Gazette! So awesome:)
X Factor USA Recap: Jennel Garcia, Jillian Jensen Open Strong On Season 2 Premiere | Neon Limelight – Exclusive Music News, Artist Interviews, Reviews, Photos!
Yes, I did cry for her. Without shame.
And I stood up to applaud her ability to cry and sing at the same time.
Piss on you Bullies!!!
“Jillian Jensen: Here comes the tears! Jillian’s a Demi fan with a matching “Stay Strong” tattoo but not because it was just the cool thing to do but because she has a similar back story. She conquered bullies and is now looking to make music and get her shot at fame. Jillian’s a bit of an emotional puddle while singing Jessie J’s “Who You Are” but there is major potential there. Demi gets up to console the emotional singer and tears won’t stop now! Everyone absolutely loves her and she gets an easy four yeses.”via X Factor USA Recap: Jennel Garcia, Jillian Jensen Open Strong On Season 2 Premiere | Neon Limelight – Exclusive Music News, Artist Interviews, Reviews, Photos!.
Christina Aguilera: ‘Fighter’ Performance on ‘The Voice’! | Christina Aguilera, The Voice : Just Jared
Did you see Christina’s performance last night on The Voice? If not, you can watch by clicking the link below.
All I have to say is Christina Aguilera must change how she dresses…no more performances in anything that looks like a bathing suit!!! And fire the person that put in the weave…I could see the joining of that weave on the back of her head while she was performing! Awful!
A woman with a voice such as Christina Aguilera does not need to attempt looking killer sexy. Those attempts detract from the appreciation of her gifted voice. All that artifice does nothing to enhance her beauty…instead, it lessens her credibility as the greatest voice of our time.
More clothes, Christina. Cover the less than perfect svelte body, being fully clothed will camouflage the Teletubby type body shape you have and enhance the better features of your physical self. Come on…surely you have enough cash to pay a better stylist and/or PR firm. Change the image from an aging 30 something woman trying to look sexy to a gorgeous artist with taste and some refinement.
Then we can concentrate on that wonderful voice. There is no need to cheapen yourself by trying to sell an image that does nothing for you but open you up to ridicule.
Just sayin’. You can be better. So much better.
- Fantastic show with the grand majority of performances rocking the house and me.
- Adele’s performance was beautiful. She was beautiful. Her six, count them 6, Grammy’s were beautiful. She was charming, with her thick English accent, high-pitched voice that is so unlike her singing voice, her valiant attempt to keep it together then losing that control and still trying not to lose it completely. She showed a bit of her sense of humour referring to her album as one that came about by a crappy relationship. Her humbleness was apparent when she looked at the crowd on their feet, not letting up their standing O after her performance of Rolling in the Deep. It was a very long-standing O and she stood there, drinking it in, feeling it and absorbing it. Good stuff. She looked glamorous, fabulous and all that (although I still think she looks too different for my taste), and all that effort she made produced a self positive self-image I believe she doesn’t usually possess…seemingly unaware of how great she is, which in the long run is a good thing. I appreciate humble. All in all, she made a good impression and her fans will her love her all that much more.
- I was happy to see the musicians put together a tribute to Whitney Houston so quickly. Not an easy thing. Fitting it in a major production like the Grammys has to be a nightmare organization job. But it was done and I was glad to see it. I was saddened to see no tribute to Etta James…a talent that influence music by embracing raw emotions. I disliked Chris Brown more than ever.
- That tribute set me to wondering what a woman like Whitney Houston felt to drive her down to the depths of hell. From our perspective, she was everything we are not. Tall, elegant and stunningly beautiful, with a voice unmatched by any other. Singer, actress, model. The epitome of perfection to the eyes of millions. Living the dream in the eyes of us lesser mortals. Even when she was just speaking, her voice was melodious.
- But what internal demons did she have that propelled her to spiral down into the depths of self-destruction? Why would she feed the demon inside that was threatening to take away all that she loved? Did she know she was pretty, or did she allow that “mean girl demon ” inside to convince her she was ugly? Why didn’t she kick some ass and throw that “mean girl” to the curb. Did she know her voice sounded heavenly or did she allow that “mean girl” to convince her she was not good enough? Did she believe herself to be not thin enough or did that “mean girl” convince her she was “a big, fat ugly pig”? Who did she see in the mirror…the envy of all women around the world or the grotesque distorted person the mean girl convinced her she was? What was she afraid of? What chewed her up and spit her out, devouring every ounce of self-love and respect she needed to continue to live the dream life everyone envied?
- If you ever needed proof that how you perceive yourself is distorted beyond belief, based in complete and utter delusion, then just look at Whitney Houston. Destroyed everything she had with drugs and alcohol. For what? For nothing. We all know, for a fact, that drugs and alcohol are tools we use in a pathetic attempt to escape from the pain of ourselves. We also all know, for a fact, that it does NOT work. Not ever. Nor will it ever.
- You will never be able to consume enough alcohol or drugs to make the demon within shut up. The hurt you inflict upon yourself, regardless of your poison of choice: drugs, alcohol, food, cutting or any other creative hurtful thing we can invent: will do nothing but make that demon stronger, more powerful and in the end, only YOU will lose. You will always lose if you feed the demon. Until you no longer a separate entity. The ultimate win for the demon within. The demon moves on to another victim once you are gone, to consume another soul, to end another life in pain and misery, to torture, maim and mangle another innocent soul. Why pass it on?
- I say kill the demon. Kill it with kindness, caring and love. Deprive it from all it craves. When it speaks those vile words over and over, telling you “you can’t do it, you can’t win, you are ugly, you are stupid, you are “insert derogatory word here” you deprive it from the nourishment it needs to live. So, start with doing the opposite of what the demon wants. The less it receives the weaker it gets. Until it withers away to nothing. If you hear You’re too stupid to do this right DO IT ANYWAY. Don’t give up before you try. Keep trying. The louder that demon laughs and shouts keep working at it. In this case, practice makes perfect. Honest. If all you hear is “you’re too ugly to love”, put on that great outfit, the one you love the most, get the hair and make up done until you hardly recognize yourself and get out there, smile and laugh, dance a little, laugh a lot. Everybody is attractive. Everybody is beautiful to someone else. Just look around you. Find that really ugly person and I bet you will find someone who loves them. Take note…ugly is just a state of mind and not physical. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder is a truism based on fact not fiction. Nobody and nothing is beautiful to every single person on earth. You know that’s the real truth. Accept it. Embrace it. Believe it. Once you love yourself, even just a little bit, then others will be able to love you too. Logically speaking, if you act like you are worthless, unlovable and too ugly for words HOW do you expect to find someone to love you? I mean, really. It doesn’t make any sense to expect someone to love you if you treat yourself like shit. Give it a rest. Give yourself a little care. Some consideration. A little pampering. Start small. One little thing that gives you pleasure, bring a tiny smile to your lips. You are more beautiful when you smile. Feels weird, doesn’t it. But not unpleasant. Right?
- Then you WIN.
Music…I love and adore music SO VERY MUCH! Like a teenager, I will listen to a new downloaded fav tune of the moment over and over and over again, until I know every word and nuance of the song.
I have my Playlists on my iPod divided into decades, starting with the title 50′s + earlier, 60′s, 70′s etc. all the way to 2000-2010 and the single year of 2011 and 2012 (these 2 years will eventually be combined into the playlist of 2011-2020).
All the music I feel have withstood the test of time. Meaning they do not annoy me when I hear them. Some tunes that I remember loving now get on my last nerve. I do not have those songs on my iPod. Also, there are some tunes that I did not enjoy way back in the day but now I do like they enough to have them on my iPod.
I have everything from classic R&B, classic rock, blues, boogie & southern rock, folk rock, alternative pop, and a even a little bit of country rock. Sinatra to Eminem. I even have songs downloaded from Glee that were covered on the show. I also have songs from my favourite contestents of American & Canadian Idol, America’s Got Talent, The Voice and Cover Me Canada. I’ve got my brothers songs on my iPod as well. Not that I listen to them (cause they are folky/country/something something, my least favourite tunes). But they are my brothers, I love them and support them any way I can.
Blatantly missing from my iPod is opera and classical, as well as show tunes.
I enjoy musicals, like Cats, Hair, Jesus Christ Superstar, you know, stuff like that. But no songs have ever spoken to me enough to make it onto my iPod.
I’m not a classical music buff, nor have I ever pretended to be. Not that I don’t like some of this moving, profound music (hubby pretty much only likes this type of music), but there are no words to any of these songs, and that leaves me with nothing to do but listen to the melodies. No can do. I have to be able to sing along. It’s a MUST. I like words. Words are my obsession.
And then there is opera. I like Pavorati, Bochelli and those Tenor guys, but I cannot listen to any of the soprano voices. Those voices cause me severe physical pain. I’m not kidding. I’m not exaggerating either. I literally get instant pain in my head from the first note they hit. It runs down my spine as well. After 2 minutes, a blinding headache takes over. Must block the sound. Leave the room. Run for the hills. Smash the record/disc/machine that’s playing the sound. AAARRRGGG!!!! MAKE IT STOP!
Oh well. That’s OK. There are no opera buffs in my house. Although I do have an older brother that’s a big fan. He’s kind enough not to play any during the few times I’ve been to his home. Good man that way to spare me so much pain.
So. There is no type of music that I listen to the most. There are just a few types that I do not listen to at all. Opera. Oh, and that painful, annoying Techno. I have not been able to develop a taste for that at all. Not as painful as Opera but damn close.
I love the voice of Adele. I love the music on her album 21…every single song. I love her beautiful face. And now, I just love her. Truly hope this is not just a false bravado response…which I have heard far too many times before from many artists/singers that succumb to the pressure of “lose a little weight” marketing strategy of their PR company:(
This is what I call an optimistic attitude!
One of the most covered popular songs, with hundreds of versions released. BMI rates “Sunny” number 25 in its “Top 100 songs of the century”.
Hebb wrote the song after suffering a double tragedy – a national loss followed by a personal one: On 22 November 1963, the day after US President John F. Kennedy was assassinated, Hebb’s older brother Harold was killed in a knife fight outside a Nashville nightclub. Hebb was devastated by both events.
The song was released in 1966, 3 years after he wrote it.
1. Face of Love by Jewel
2. Joy to the World by Three Dog Night
3. Hallelujah by Kate Voegele
4. Little Drummer Boy by Sean Quigley
5. Christmas Blues by Canned Heat
6. Santa Claus Is Back in Town by Johnny Lang
7. Back Door Santa by Bon Jovi
8. Christmas Tears by Eric Clapton
9. Happy Christmas (The War is Over) by John Lennon
10. Hula Hoop – Christmas Song by Alvin and the Chipmunks
11. Winter Wonderland by the Eurythmics
12. Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) by U2
13. Carol of the Bells by the Transiberian Orchestra
14. Little Drummer Boy/Silent Night by Jimi Hendrix
15. Merry Christmas Baby by Bruce Springsteen
16. Christmas Boogie by Canned Heat
17. Silver Bells by Fats Domino
18. Santa Baby by Everclear
19. Up to the Mountain by Crystal Bowersox
20. Way Over Yonder by Blessed Union of Souls
originally released as a single by the new Indie band FUN w/Janelle Monet ,
which has approximately 4.7 million viewers between the ages of 12-34 and 4.8 million viewers between the ages of 18-49! Now…the song is a hit!!!
I have passed that age bracket. I nonetheless follow avidly & lovingly the show like my 14 year old granddaughter (we talk about the show’s contents each time and look forward to it enthusiastically). Of course, deep down we love it for very different reasons. To a young person it is like watching their issues being lived by characters they can relate to and some acceptable solutions they can try to apply to their own lives.
For adults: I believe it is reminding us of a time when WE actually had that fire in our souls to change the world, to “set the world on fire”. At least, that is how it makes me feel:) I also love a lot of the music they cover which is often updated to todays more current sound.
Do you remember the time when you believed with all your heart that you could “set the world on fire”, that you could “burn brighter than the sun”?
I sure do. With nothing to back up the belief other than my naive thoughts of how much I could do:) Some people’s talents are burned up by the negativity and lack of support from their families (me:( )and some people’s talents were nurtured and encouraged unconditionally (lucky them!). Doesn’t matter much once they become adults and follow their paths with honesty and integrity
(against all odds).
My own deepest hearts’ desire has always been to be a writer. Harshly discouraged and shot down while growing up which prompted me to abandon the dream at an early age, only keeping the dream alive and well inside of me, never speaking about it to anyone, until now. I would infrequently practice the craft in secret, subsequently destroying whatever I ended up writing in the fear that someone would see it and criticize me for trying. Not afraid of the works criticism because I am wise enough to know you “can’t please everybody”:) But, in my head, the stories continued, and the dream never died:) I’ll even go so far to say that I am seriously considering I might be able to make a living at it if I decide that I can live with the years of rejection LOL
Will I ever really give it the effort it deserves?
Possible. AND probable. More probable now than ever before.