My playlist (which used to be posted in my blog but is now private. Well. As private as anyone’s playlist could be. I’m sure if anyone were dying to learn its contents, it wouldn’t be hard to find --for you, not for me, who has no idea how to do these things but have heard whispered rumors of such illicit activities—but never fear b/c I am just about to enlighten you as evidenced by the first two actual words of this blog post) contains (see! What did I tell you?!?!) a variety of music. (Whoa! That’s so darn illuminating!) In point of fact, I have rather catholic tastes in music (I have always thought it would be amusing to claim to be Catholic but in this situation, it means “broad” which is not to say that Catholics are broads but that they are numerous and cover the earth as do my tastes in music.) (phew!)
For example, just now I am listening to Robert Goulet sing C’est Moi from Camelot. Just before that I was listening to Ewan McGregor and Renee Zellwegger sing Here’s To Love. Prior to that I was listening to The Beat Goes On by Sonny and Cher. Lest you assume my tastes in music are elderly, mature, older, aged, i.e. not getting any younger, I also have I’m Yours by Jason Mraz, Breathe 2 AM by Anna Nalick, Apologize by One Republic and White Flag by Dido on my playlist (not that there is any connection between those four songs as pursuant to my actual life). Meanwhile, there’s lots of genres and eras in between.
In short, I love music.
Which is why it was a no brainer when Sherrie Shepherd asked if I would tell you all what I think of her new CD Solitude.
Second, I love piano music. What could be more soothing?
Third, I love and am immeasurably impressed by her original compositions.
Fourth I love and can’t get enough of Come Thou Fount and Hie To Kolob which are on this CD. Being as one is an old English hymn and the other and old LDS one, I am pretty sure my pioneer ancestors from England sang these hymns on a daily basis leaving me with a deep and abiding genetic-memory-type attachment for the pair of them.
Fifth—Solitude by Sherrie Shepherd—what’s not to love?
Lastly, in a random thought pursuant to nothing in this post, if I were to choose to pick up and read all the way through to the end, purely for pleasure, just one book this last 12 months, did it have to be The Mermaid Chair?
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