So there's this girl. I read her blog. I follow her on twitter. I think she's sexy as hell and I often fantasize a about kissing her soft, plump lips. I doubt she knows this, but yeah, the pictures on her blog are some of my favorites. We've not 'talked' much. I think I was a bit intimidated, but i'm working on that. So when she tweeted this last week, I just had to reply.
8/24 1:26 p Some days I wish I were a dom like @saynine and could request, say, that any willing chick should call and jerk off for me via voicemail.
I immediately wanted to oblige her, but I was busy with work and life. I was shy.
She kept mentioning it:
8/24 2:35p Google Voice allows for 3-minute long voicemails. Gee don't I have any female followers willing to make the very most of those 3 mins? :D
8/24 2:45pm Oh and that wasn't a rhetorical question ya know, I was being serious y'all.
I tweeted back my interest. We flirted a little. Yet still no one obliged her.
8/24 8:47 Still no voicemails of sexy orgasms. *lesigh* I need to find me a submissive girl pet.
This sealed the deal for me. I knew I wanted to be her pet-wanted to please her. If only I could find some time alone!
The week went on and I was unable to enjoy myself for her. I couldn't even find 3 measly minutes. (Though I assured her it wouldn't take that long.)
I known she eventually received some messages and I was sad that I couldn't be the first, but I was still determined. Friday night rolled around and Daniel gave me a pep talk on the way home from work. I was more than ready by the time I set up my laptop and chose a few toys. All told the whole interlude lasted...10 min? Afterward I text Daniel:
8/27 6:18pm well...i played barely and could tell i was ready. found this awesome vid of a girl giving this kinda lap dance. clothes and rubbing/dry humping. super Hot. called the number. said 'hi lilly, this is frances. i've been waiting to do this for you all week.' pretty much came right then. couldn't hold back lol. giggled and moaned and said something like 'i told you it wouldn't take 3 min' and something else about calling back when i could enjoy myself longer. and 'bye' :-) *blush*
I did it. It was hot. I knew she would like it. Sadly though, somehow she never got it. We were all disappointed. She checked the number she gave me to call. I checked the number I called. Both matched. Somehow technology failed us. :-( So I say this publicly and I hope you'll hold me to it...
DangerousLilly, I owe you.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Happy Anniversary.
Mr and Mrs Frances (ie frances' mom and dad) are celebrating their 35 wedding anniversary today. It amazes me sometimes how they could have spent that long together. The way they fight. The way my mom gives him the silent treatment and my father storms around having temper tantrums. The way my father treats my mother like she's NEVER right and my mother like he's an absolute idiot. How can they still be married after raising 2 children with little money and LOTS of hard work? How, when it seems they have no clue how to really communicate with each other? I wonder these things and yet I know it's possible after the way I saw my father feed my mother a bite of cake as we were out to lunch today. It was silly, as if they were newlyweds, but I could see the love in both their eyes. It works for them. Whatever they have was worth holding onto, amidst the troubles and fights. There is MORE than the arguing to their relationship. I just don't always see it.
If Daniel and I find the strength to be together we would be WELL into our 60s when we reach this milestone. Seems so late. Ten years or so later than my parents, but nonetheless, it feels worth it. Worth the fighting.
Happy Anniversary to two of the most wonderful parents a girl was lucky enough to have. Your example is a good one even if others can't always see it.
Monday, August 23, 2010
If you had the key to our toy chest...
If one of you lovely readers stole the key to our toy box you certainly wouldn't be disappointed. There's something in there to entertain everyone! We're currently eyeing up a few toys to add to our collection, but this is what we have as of today. (I'll be sure to keep you updated.) I tried to provide you with enough information to find one for yourself. (ie. links to the place where we bought them. Keep in mind though, you can bargain shop for sex toys too!) Also, in parenthesis, there are links to other blog posts where we mentioned the toy. (Lots of pics for your enjoyment.) Please let us know if you have questions or would like more information before you buy a certain toy. We're happy to share our opinions.
INSERTABLE VIBRATORS
INSERTABLE VIBRATORS
- Fun Factory Baby Bug from Smitten Kitten (Green Friend)
- Intimates Personal Pleasurizer G-Spot Vibrator from Adam&Eve (Remote)
- Mini-Massager from Adam&Eve (Ours is the freebie version. Like this but no bells and whistles.)
- Fingo's Nubby Finger Vibrator from Adam&Eve (Finger Puppet)
- Rub My Duckie waterprood personal massager from Smitten Kitten (Duckie)
- Small Glass Teaser from Adam&Eve (Fluffy) (No longer available, but this is close.)
- Topsy Turvy Glass G-Spot Dildo (Dan)
STRAP-ON
- Pipe Dreams Crotchless Corset Strap-On (Daniel's Bday Gift)
MASTURBATION SLEEVE
- Blonde Fantasy Masturburbator (Susan) (another freebie, so it's not quite this, but close)
- Studded Leather Cock Ring and Ball Spreader from the Smitten Kitten (The Leathers)
- Ultra Clear Super Stretch Stimulator Sleeves from Adam&Eve
- Red Devil Butt Plug from Adam&Eve (Red Friend)
- Love Pacifier beginner and advanced from EdenFantasies (Pinkie and Blackie)
- Little Flirt Butt Plug from EdenFantasies
- Lolli Poppers Anal Vibrator from Adam&Eve
- Pipedreams Feather Nipple Clamps from Adam&Eve (Clips)
RESTRAINTS
- Hog-Tied Restraints from Adam&Eve (Cuffs)
COLLARS
PORN DVDs
- Sunshine Highway from Adam&Eve
- Eden from Adam&Eve
- Kayden's Krossfire from Adam& Eve
*Note: We did not purchase some of these items. Adam&Eve has a tendency to send along a few extras with each order. (Win!) The porn, especially, I would not have paid for I don't think. Commercial porn just doesn't do it for me. More on that later though maybe.
Friday, August 20, 2010
The Great Toy Box Search
Every time we receive a coupon from one of our favorite toy stores, Daniel and I search for the perfect place to house our growing collection of erotic equipment. We send each other links to our finds and always come to similar conclusions: inadequate.
"Too small," he complains.
"Not cute enough," I reply.
And just like goldilocks trying out The Bear Family furniture, we sort through the options until we (hopefully) find the perfect one. And yet we still haven't bought one. (Thankfully.)
While visiting the man-family yard sale, I was struck by the absolute perfect solution to our storage needs. The man's grandmother (a woman I very much like) was selling for one measly dollar a blue 60s (?) antique-ish hard-sided suit case. It is in pristine condition and even has the key for both of the top locks. (Though if you read this post, you'll know it is really unnecessary.) ;-) My nana had this very same suitcase I feel, but it was much more worn and tattered by the time it was offered to me.
It suits our needs currently. There are little side pouches for small vibes and lube and I'm considering making a few interior adjustments to hold things down a bit better. Until then, it suits us just fine and even has some room for our collection to grow. What a lucky find! If that fam only knew what I was using it for...they might have actually made me pay the dollar. ;-)
"Too small," he complains.
"Not cute enough," I reply.
And just like goldilocks trying out The Bear Family furniture, we sort through the options until we (hopefully) find the perfect one. And yet we still haven't bought one. (Thankfully.)
While visiting the man-family yard sale, I was struck by the absolute perfect solution to our storage needs. The man's grandmother (a woman I very much like) was selling for one measly dollar a blue 60s (?) antique-ish hard-sided suit case. It is in pristine condition and even has the key for both of the top locks. (Though if you read this post, you'll know it is really unnecessary.) ;-) My nana had this very same suitcase I feel, but it was much more worn and tattered by the time it was offered to me.
*Be sure to click for a peek inside!*
Come back soon for a list of what currently resides in our toy box
and links to where you can get one for yourself!
and links to where you can get one for yourself!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
HNT - Long Distance Entertainment...
No frances time for me this week... But there's always pictures. ;-)
-d.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
In Plain Sight...
"Where do you people go to get away with stuff?"
Frances shouted out the window at no one in particular. We were driving around a small town that both of us know and neither of us is particularly fond of, trying to find a place to spend a few minutes alone without drawing too much attention to ourselves. As it was, we'd been talking, kissing, playing... taking a few pictures for the blog, our fingers teasing and straying into each other's clothes... both of us eager for more, but knowing the venue wasn't right.
While frances drove, I reclined in the passenger seat, my pants open to accommodate her free hand. Everywhere we passed was all wrong for our purposes. Finally we decided that the place to be was a nice, dark, quiet residential street. Hidden in plain sight...
We took a left down a random street that looked promising, only to find it frustratingly cheerful and well-lit. Block after block of aimless wandering brought us more of the same... porch lights blazing, children wandering the streets. "It's 11:00! Go to bed!" frances shouted. We were about to give up.
"Ok," I said. "I think I know someplace else..."
I directed frances back though town, over a bridge, literally to the other side of the tracks. "Is this the bad part of town?" frances asked. I answered, "This is the QUIET part of town..." The streets here were narrower, tangled up and down and among the sides of the hills. Finally we found a spot. No streetlights. No traffic. No people. Perfect.
Taking a cautious glance around us, frances pulled her knees up to the seat, leaning across the console to swallow me up. My hips rose involuntarily off the seat and I gasped sharply at the touch of her warm mouth. "I think you need to come for me," she suggested impishly, in between mouthfuls of my hard cock. I answered. "I need to FUCK you is what I need to do..."
Frances bit her lip and glanced around nervously. "Yeah...?" I nodded. "Ok..." she replied, "How are we gonna do this?"
"Well..." I said, nodding to the back of Frances' little red RAV-4, "You're gonna go lay down back there and I'm gonna come climb on top of you."
It was a bit of a funny conversation. We'd done this dozens? hundreds? of times, and yet had to work out the logistics like fumbly teenagers. Frances kicked off her shoes, climbed back over the console, and began to lay the back seats flat. I kicked off my own and scrambled not-too-gracefully back to join her.
Soon we were beside each other, lying flat and out of sight, looking to all the world like innocent cargo. Frances slipped halfway out of her pants (one foot on, for ease of re-dressing), and my hand quickly found her wet and wanting. Knowing we should hurry, I slid out of my pants (halfway again...) and slipped smoothly inside her. Sigh. It had been too long...
Frances was still nicely hidden from view. As for me, i felt a little more exposed. Each thrust brought me face to face with the back window and the empty street. But i gave it only a quick glance from time to time, to see that we were still alone. Mostly, i kept my eyes on my frances.
We shut out the world and fell into our familiar rhythms, and soon I was filling her up. I took a moment to catch my breath and just enjoy her, before replacing my cock with my fingers and wrapping my lips around her tender clit. Two tiny little nibbles seemed to bring her halfway to the edge, when... Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked.
"Arf."
"What was that?" frances whispered. "Dog." I whispered back, neither of us breathing. It barked again.
"We should go..."
We scrambled back into our pants, and up and over the seats. And as we sat gasping in the front, out of our rear-view mirrors came the headlights of the very first car.
And off we drove after it, laughing and driving into the night...
Frances shouted out the window at no one in particular. We were driving around a small town that both of us know and neither of us is particularly fond of, trying to find a place to spend a few minutes alone without drawing too much attention to ourselves. As it was, we'd been talking, kissing, playing... taking a few pictures for the blog, our fingers teasing and straying into each other's clothes... both of us eager for more, but knowing the venue wasn't right.
While frances drove, I reclined in the passenger seat, my pants open to accommodate her free hand. Everywhere we passed was all wrong for our purposes. Finally we decided that the place to be was a nice, dark, quiet residential street. Hidden in plain sight...
We took a left down a random street that looked promising, only to find it frustratingly cheerful and well-lit. Block after block of aimless wandering brought us more of the same... porch lights blazing, children wandering the streets. "It's 11:00! Go to bed!" frances shouted. We were about to give up.
"Ok," I said. "I think I know someplace else..."
I directed frances back though town, over a bridge, literally to the other side of the tracks. "Is this the bad part of town?" frances asked. I answered, "This is the QUIET part of town..." The streets here were narrower, tangled up and down and among the sides of the hills. Finally we found a spot. No streetlights. No traffic. No people. Perfect.
Taking a cautious glance around us, frances pulled her knees up to the seat, leaning across the console to swallow me up. My hips rose involuntarily off the seat and I gasped sharply at the touch of her warm mouth. "I think you need to come for me," she suggested impishly, in between mouthfuls of my hard cock. I answered. "I need to FUCK you is what I need to do..."
Frances bit her lip and glanced around nervously. "Yeah...?" I nodded. "Ok..." she replied, "How are we gonna do this?"
"Well..." I said, nodding to the back of Frances' little red RAV-4, "You're gonna go lay down back there and I'm gonna come climb on top of you."
It was a bit of a funny conversation. We'd done this dozens? hundreds? of times, and yet had to work out the logistics like fumbly teenagers. Frances kicked off her shoes, climbed back over the console, and began to lay the back seats flat. I kicked off my own and scrambled not-too-gracefully back to join her.
Soon we were beside each other, lying flat and out of sight, looking to all the world like innocent cargo. Frances slipped halfway out of her pants (one foot on, for ease of re-dressing), and my hand quickly found her wet and wanting. Knowing we should hurry, I slid out of my pants (halfway again...) and slipped smoothly inside her. Sigh. It had been too long...
Frances was still nicely hidden from view. As for me, i felt a little more exposed. Each thrust brought me face to face with the back window and the empty street. But i gave it only a quick glance from time to time, to see that we were still alone. Mostly, i kept my eyes on my frances.
We shut out the world and fell into our familiar rhythms, and soon I was filling her up. I took a moment to catch my breath and just enjoy her, before replacing my cock with my fingers and wrapping my lips around her tender clit. Two tiny little nibbles seemed to bring her halfway to the edge, when... Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked.
"Arf."
"What was that?" frances whispered. "Dog." I whispered back, neither of us breathing. It barked again.
"We should go..."
We scrambled back into our pants, and up and over the seats. And as we sat gasping in the front, out of our rear-view mirrors came the headlights of the very first car.
And off we drove after it, laughing and driving into the night...
Thursday, August 12, 2010
HNT: Ready to Play...
It's very important to have all your toys organized and right where you want them before you start playing... ;-)
*click*
Happy HNT, all...!
-d.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Desperate Lesson Learned
For those of you that follow us on twitter you might have noticed my recent tweet:
You know you're desperate to come when you have to pick the lock of your toy chest. ~frances
Color me frustrated. Daniel and I were enjoying our evening phone call when I decided,
"I think I should come before I go."
I was packing for a 4 day vacation with my in-laws and there would be much Jesus to look forward to and sadly no orgasms.
Daniel chuckled.
"Is that like: Hey, I gotta take a leak before I hit the road?"
I guess for me it kinda is. I wasn't exactly randy, but I wasn't exactly not either. But with 4 days of family imposed celibacy looming, my head was telling me I should find a way to be in the mood, so I wouldn't regret it later. (A well satisfied frances is a more kind and mellow frances...)
I reached in the closet for my new toy suitcase. (I forgot! I have to tell you all about this gem of a make-shift toy box I stumbled upon. More on that in another post.) As my hand pulled the somewhat heavy portmanteau from my closet I was struck with a terrifying thought...
"I don't have the key!" I wailed into the phone.
"Maybe I can pick the locks." I thought out loud as Daniel listened on the other end of the line. I could tell he was smiling. I could tell he was getting a small kick out of my desperate frustration. I took my house key and began picking and turning and excitedly attempting to jimmy the case open. With a small twist the first latch popped open.
"Got it!" I shouted triumphantly.
As I worked my magic on the opposite side Daniel began inquiring as to what toys I might consider using. Being pressed for time he suggested an old favorite and soon after I was coming as intensely as I had been trying to access my toys.
MORAL OF THE STORY
I think I better find a better place to keep my toy box key.
At least we know now how easy it really is to break into it.
Lesson learned, but it still makes for an amusing story.
You know you're desperate to come when you have to pick the lock of your toy chest. ~frances
Color me frustrated. Daniel and I were enjoying our evening phone call when I decided,
"I think I should come before I go."
I was packing for a 4 day vacation with my in-laws and there would be much Jesus to look forward to and sadly no orgasms.
Daniel chuckled.
"Is that like: Hey, I gotta take a leak before I hit the road?"
I guess for me it kinda is. I wasn't exactly randy, but I wasn't exactly not either. But with 4 days of family imposed celibacy looming, my head was telling me I should find a way to be in the mood, so I wouldn't regret it later. (A well satisfied frances is a more kind and mellow frances...)
I reached in the closet for my new toy suitcase. (I forgot! I have to tell you all about this gem of a make-shift toy box I stumbled upon. More on that in another post.) As my hand pulled the somewhat heavy portmanteau from my closet I was struck with a terrifying thought...
"I don't have the key!" I wailed into the phone.
"Maybe I can pick the locks." I thought out loud as Daniel listened on the other end of the line. I could tell he was smiling. I could tell he was getting a small kick out of my desperate frustration. I took my house key and began picking and turning and excitedly attempting to jimmy the case open. With a small twist the first latch popped open.
"Got it!" I shouted triumphantly.
As I worked my magic on the opposite side Daniel began inquiring as to what toys I might consider using. Being pressed for time he suggested an old favorite and soon after I was coming as intensely as I had been trying to access my toys.
MORAL OF THE STORY
I think I better find a better place to keep my toy box key.
At least we know now how easy it really is to break into it.
Lesson learned, but it still makes for an amusing story.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
HNT - DIGITAL
Hands can be sexy and silly, sensual and comforting. Sometimes the best part of being with a loved one is holding hands. These pictures leave a little to the imagination, but we're sure you can fill in the blanks, so to speak. Don't forget to click!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Only good girls get to come.
I had just gotten home from work. Laying in my comfy clothes on my bed waiting for his call, my hand strayed into the leg of my shorts and under my panties.
"What are you doing over there lovey...?" he inquired soon after I answered his call.
"Playing..." I giggled softly.
"You have been a very good girl today. I think you might deserve to come for me. Tell me what you're doing."
"I have my hand up under my shorts and I'm just rubbing myself lightly."
"I know you wish it was my hands on you."
"Yes, Sir," I said sadly. I pressed my index finger to my tongue wetting the tip and returned it between my legs.
"My hands are good to you..." He crooned in my ear as I returned my wet finger to my pussy and began to trace gentle circles around my clit.
"Mmm...hmmm..." I agreed, sliding my hand lower and slipping my fingers between the slippery lips of my pussy. "I'm so wet for you..."' I purred.
"I think you need to show me." he responded.
"I'm going to hang up and you're going to show me."
I didn't question. I didn't argue. Like the good girl I long to be, I hung up and took two pictures of my wetness and attempted to send them from my cell. While I waited, I retrieved a toy from my closet. A new favorite--a g-spot vibe with a clit tickler and a remote control. It slid into me with little resistance and an audible moan. Just as I set it to a soft purr Daniel was calling me back.
"I got a toy while I was waiting for them to send," I said brazenly.
"Tsk, tsk. Did you ask if you could use a toy?"
After being admonished for my indiscretion, my punishment soon became clear.
"Do you have it up pretty high?" Daniel asked sweetly.
"As high as I can stand it..." I murmured.
"I think you need to turn it up as high as it will go."
"No!!!" I cried into the phone. "It hurts. I can't take it!"
"Do it now. And you have two minutes to try and come for me."
I whined briefly. I considered for a moment lying and leaving it where it was. In the end I trusted my love. I gave him control. I let him give me that which I didn't know I needed.
I turned the dial quickly and moaned in both pleasure and pain. Within moments my clit was burning and I writhed on my bed breathing heavily. Daniel whispered encouragingly, but his words were lost in the purr of the device between my legs.
It seemed to go on forever. I was so close but just could not find the spot to push me over the edge.
"I can't!" I cried, tears of frustration forming in my eyes. "I'm trying so hard, baby." I moaned pathetically.
"Shhhh..." he soothed. "My good girl....you can turn it down now"
"Thank you," I croaked, my body relaxing. My nipples hardened as the thin sheen of sweat started to dry on my body.
"Come for me now baby," he said.
It was not a request, though prying ears may not have thought it so. He knew what I needed. He always knows what I needs and he wasn't going to be done till I got it.
In no time I was panting and moaning and coming in his ear. It was long. Intense. My pussy twitched endlessly.
"I'm...still...coming...." I grunted roughy as every muscle of my body was painfully tense.
"Good girl." I could almost hear his smile in my ear.
As my body relaxed I removed the vibe slowly, still very sensitive. A rush of wetness ran out and I giggled, surprised.
"Wow baby! Thank you." I chuckled. "That was so fucking hot! I've never been so wet."
Now that I think about it. It's the closest I've ever come to squirting. I don't doubt that THAT'S possible. If my Sir continues to take care of me and I continue to be his good girl, everything is possible.
"What are you doing over there lovey...?" he inquired soon after I answered his call.
"Playing..." I giggled softly.
"You have been a very good girl today. I think you might deserve to come for me. Tell me what you're doing."
"I have my hand up under my shorts and I'm just rubbing myself lightly."
"I know you wish it was my hands on you."
"Yes, Sir," I said sadly. I pressed my index finger to my tongue wetting the tip and returned it between my legs.
"My hands are good to you..." He crooned in my ear as I returned my wet finger to my pussy and began to trace gentle circles around my clit.
"Mmm...hmmm..." I agreed, sliding my hand lower and slipping my fingers between the slippery lips of my pussy. "I'm so wet for you..."' I purred.
"I think you need to show me." he responded.
"I'm going to hang up and you're going to show me."
I didn't question. I didn't argue. Like the good girl I long to be, I hung up and took two pictures of my wetness and attempted to send them from my cell. While I waited, I retrieved a toy from my closet. A new favorite--a g-spot vibe with a clit tickler and a remote control. It slid into me with little resistance and an audible moan. Just as I set it to a soft purr Daniel was calling me back.
"I got a toy while I was waiting for them to send," I said brazenly.
"Tsk, tsk. Did you ask if you could use a toy?"
After being admonished for my indiscretion, my punishment soon became clear.
"Do you have it up pretty high?" Daniel asked sweetly.
"As high as I can stand it..." I murmured.
"I think you need to turn it up as high as it will go."
"No!!!" I cried into the phone. "It hurts. I can't take it!"
"Do it now. And you have two minutes to try and come for me."
I whined briefly. I considered for a moment lying and leaving it where it was. In the end I trusted my love. I gave him control. I let him give me that which I didn't know I needed.
I turned the dial quickly and moaned in both pleasure and pain. Within moments my clit was burning and I writhed on my bed breathing heavily. Daniel whispered encouragingly, but his words were lost in the purr of the device between my legs.
It seemed to go on forever. I was so close but just could not find the spot to push me over the edge.
"I can't!" I cried, tears of frustration forming in my eyes. "I'm trying so hard, baby." I moaned pathetically.
"Shhhh..." he soothed. "My good girl....you can turn it down now"
"Thank you," I croaked, my body relaxing. My nipples hardened as the thin sheen of sweat started to dry on my body.
"Come for me now baby," he said.
It was not a request, though prying ears may not have thought it so. He knew what I needed. He always knows what I needs and he wasn't going to be done till I got it.
In no time I was panting and moaning and coming in his ear. It was long. Intense. My pussy twitched endlessly.
"I'm...still...coming...." I grunted roughy as every muscle of my body was painfully tense.
"Good girl." I could almost hear his smile in my ear.
As my body relaxed I removed the vibe slowly, still very sensitive. A rush of wetness ran out and I giggled, surprised.
"Wow baby! Thank you." I chuckled. "That was so fucking hot! I've never been so wet."
Now that I think about it. It's the closest I've ever come to squirting. I don't doubt that THAT'S possible. If my Sir continues to take care of me and I continue to be his good girl, everything is possible.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Shuffle Play
So, i've seen a couple other blogger friends do this in the last few days, so I thought it might be interesting.
The idea, for those who want to play along, is to put your iPod / iTunes / media device of your choice on shuffle and to list the first 25 things to pop up.
Mine, I did with my iPod. A couple months back, I essentially blew up its contents and started over. It was full, and I had basically a couple years' worth of purchases and new acquisitions that I had no room for and wasn't really listening to. So at the moment, it's currently got just over 5300 tracks on it (4-500 albums?) of recent pickups and a core of old favorites. So, not necessarily representative of everything i listen to, but a pretty good snapshot of where i'm at lately.
So, here are my 25 tracks, as they came out. It felt a little bit like it knew Frances was watching, so it picked some stuff for her. ;-)
Enjoy!
-d.
1. Cabezas de Cera - Telerañas (from MetalMúsica / Aleaciones Aleatorias)
I saw these guys at a festival last year, great Mexican sort of 'electric chamber trio' of strings/winds/percussion that incorporates a lot of electronics and homemade rustic string instruments.
2. The Perishers - Sway (from Let There Be Morning)
Frances put a track from these guys on the first mix cd she gave me, on one of our very first dates. I loved it and wanted to hear the rest, but her cd was nowhere to be found. So she bought us a new copy. :-)
3. Bon Iver - For Emma (from For Emma, Forever Ago)
Bon Iver (aka Justin Vernon) is a pretty recent discovery for me. Peter Gabriel recorded his song "Flume" for his recent covers project, and i wanted to seek out the original. Lovely, simple, yet very orchestrated sort of indie-folk.
4. Semisonic - Down In Flames (from Great Divide)
I think I got this for a dollar. I do that a lot. Lol. I think i've managed to pick up practically the entire Semisonic discography for like a dollar apiece. ;-)
5. In Taberna: Olim Lacus Colueram (from Orff: Carmina Burana (Eugene Ormandy/Philadelphia Orch.))
It's not an opera, it's a cantata. I know cause Frances taught me. :-) A good recording of a huge classic...
6. Jason Falkner - Follow Me (from Author Unknown)
This is one of the old favorites I kept on. Ex-Jellyfish guitarist and great, totally Beatles/ELO/Cheap Trick obsessed power-pop singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist...
7. Cabezas de Cera - Tornado (from MetalMúsica / Aleaciones Aleatorias)
Damn you, iPod, and your pseudo-random number generator. ;-)
8. Panic! At The Disco - Build God, Then We'll Talk (from A Fever You Can't Sweat Out)
Another $1 pickup if i remember correctly. Clearly too clever and wordy for their own good, but a fun bouncy listen.
9. Talking Heads - Moon Rocks (from Speaking In Tongues)
Another old favorite, though I must say I prefer 'Remain In Light'.
10. Marillion - The Wound (from Somewhere Else)
My favorite track from (probably) my least favorite album by (probably) my favorite band. 'Marbles', the album before this one, was the best they'd done in at least 10 years, and after that, this one's a total letdown. Don't get it. Do get 'Marbles'.
11. Elvis Costello - I Felt The Chill Before The Winter Came (from Secret, Profane and Sugarcane)
An interesting album by a huge favorite of mine, a full-blown sort of rootsy/bluegrass/Americana album after years of tipping the hat in that direction. Shrug. Maybe it's out of his system? I doubt it.
12. Joni Mitchell - Hejira (from Hejira)
This particular album I got from my brother, but my fondness for Joni Mitchell I get from Frances, and SHE gets from her dad. Great atmospheric, jazzy album, with Jaco Pastorius on bass, who's a well-known monster.
13. Yoko Ono (with Shitake Monkey) - O'Oh (from Yes, I'm A Witch)
Don't laugh, Yoko-haters. This is actually a really cool album, with Yoko recordings remixed/reinterpreted/etc by some very cool people (The Flaming Lips, Porcupine Tree, The Polyphonic Spree...) I don't know who or what Shitake Monkey is.
14. Bob Dylan - The Levee's Gonna Break (from Modern Times)
Blasphemy I know, but I actually prefer the modern worn-down Dylan to the quote-unquote 'classic' stuff. That classic Dylan whine just grates on me, and he should not play harmonica, basically, ever. But the years have been hard on ol' Bob, and now that he sounds like Howlin' Wolf swallowed Tom Waits... Yes please.
15. The Good, The Bad & The Queen - Three Changes (from The Good, The Bad & The Queen)
A cool 'supergroup' of Blur/Gorillaz/etc's Damon Albarn, The Clash's Paul Simonon, Simon Tong from The Verve, and legendary afrobeat drummer Tony Allen, which generated an album far more brooding and downtempo than i'd have expected, considering the folks involved. I put a different track from this on a mixtape (yes, a tape) I made Frances. Which, if i do say so myself, was awesome. ;-)
16. Lied und Duett: Wer ein Liebschen hat gefunden (from Mozart: Die Entführung aus dem Serail (Jürgens, Eda-Pierre, etc./Sir Colin Davis))
Opera! :-) Last year, I was in a community theatre production of 'Amadeus', and while that was going on I wanted to get familiar with some of the music involved. And one of the major plot points revolves around this particular opera. And of course, i have Frances to thank for even caring about opera in the first place. Thanks, baby. :-)
17. Kanye West - Gone (from Late Registration)
It's taken me pretty much until I was 30 years old to start seeking out hip-hop. And a lot of that, actually, has to do with discovering Girl Talk, but that's a whole nother blog post. Anyway, sure, he's an ass, but I always thought 'Gold Digger' was a great single, so I bought this and it's good.
18. Freekbass - Junkyard Waltz (from Junkyard Waltz)
Freekbass is a superfunky bassist/Bootsy Collins disciple from Cincinnati who does a lot of regional touring and who I saw put on one of the best local shows I've seen in quite a while. The energy of his recorded stuff pales in comparison, but still fun.
19. Änglagård - Ifrån Klarhet Till Klarhet (from Hybris)
This album is definite desert island stuff for me. From 92, this was one of the first wave of bands in the 90s-2000s progressive rock 'revival' of sorts. About 80% instrumental (the rest is in Swedish), it takes definite cues from the likes of mid-70s King Crimson, Genesis, and anybody else who played Mellotrons two at a time. They did two great albums, and then that was it, with the exception of a one-off reunion in 2003 that I was lucky enough to see.
20. Marillion - Go! (from Less Is More)
I don't have THAT much Marillion on here, honest. ;-) This one's extra special, though, cause Frances got it for me. Cause that's the sweet kind of girlfriend I have, who finds me things I didn't even know existed yet and surprises me for Christmas. She gives great presents. <3 Anyway, this is an acoustic album that they did last year... which at first glance honestly seemed like a questionable proposition. But it's wonderfully executed, with things truly rearranged, and not just a matter of pulling out the acoustic guitars instead of the electric ones.
21. Tori Amos - Iieee (from From The Chorgirl Hotel)
This is an old Frances favorite that I bought cheap to have it for myself. I think i've only given it one listen, but i like it. I think (and correct me if i'm wrong, baby) that Frances and i like somewhat opposite halves of her work. Of what i've heard, i like the somewhat later, more textured/electric/dark stuff, and Frances seems to prefer the earlier, more piano-driven stuff.
22. Marillion - If My Heart Were A Ball It Would Roll Uphill (from Less Is More)
The random number generator strikes again!
23. Messe Basse: Sanctus (from Fauré: Requiem etc. (Jeremy Summerly/Oxford Cameratum))
Another Frances gift! (Told you she was driving...) Years back, i got to sing the Faure Requiem, and it was one of the most challenging and rewarding pieces of singing i'd ever done. I miss singing. This is one of the other pieces on the cd of the Requiem which Frances got me. It's nice too...
24. The Prodigy - Poison (from Music For The Jilted Generation)
25. Matching Mole - O Caroline (from Matching Mole)
Honestly, i don't think i've ever heard either of these. The Prodigy was cheap, and the Matching Mole i downloaded. And that's why they're on the iPod. ;-)
Feel free to play along! Be sure to leave a comment if you do...
-d.
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