Sorry Friday Fictioneers, but I’m back…

I can not tell you how good it feels to be participating in Friday Fictioneers once again. And I do NOT say that simply as a blatant suck-up to Rochelle. No, it just does my heart good to be able to once again create off of someone else’s creativity. And then have the pleasure of seeing what everyone else in turn, also created from the same prompt.

OK, fine. I suppose it also is a little bit of a suck-up to Rochelle.

That being said, here’s my 100:

Copyright - Claire Fuller

Copyright – Claire Fuller

Leading me down the long dark hall, we tumbled into a white, bright room. One filled with miles upon miles of books, each a story, unique unto itself. While strolling I noticed one – not the oldest by far – simply entitled “Eden.”

“Now why’s that here?” I wondered to myself.

Knowing, he responded, “Must it not be? Could there be any others before or after, without it?”

“Then where is mine, sir?” I entreated, upset by its absence.

“Ah, yours,” He chuckled. “Yours is still being written, my child. It will only be placed upon the shelf, after you’ve completed it.”


I’ve been through a bit of a rough patch as of late and to be certain, the above resulting 100 could have easily been 1,000 or more words to fill in all the gaps. Suffice to say, the moral of this story is simply that I am still writing mine. The book is not yet closed, and as such, the song below makes for me at least, the perfect way to end today’s post.


(yes k~, with green wings)

8/22 of “Live” albums and of Life

i have little concern, and even less knowledge of, albums of the “Live” variety. Accordingly, i will now tell you about two of my all-time favorites.

The first is odd in that it is typically not my kind of music. Well, it wasn’t when i purchased it at any rate. i had long known of a certain Mr. Peter Gabriel, and having heard no bad reports concerning his output, i still never felt that his stylings would mesh well with the punk rock lifestyle i was trying very hard to craft at the time. What with him being well known and (almost) respectful in certain circles, i just couldn’t see his music as being very much against the grain. As any of you who have heard his work (the earlier bits) know, i was wrong.

The album “Plays Live” first came to life for my ears after i ran across a copy of it in a pawn shop located in Jacksonville, North Carolina. Yes, a pawn shop. Now, i’m not certain why either i or the cassette containing this album were in this particular pawn shop – or any pawn shop for that matter – but there we both were, and after seeing that the cash in pocket met or exceeded the price tag, we left hand-in-hand (hand-in-reel? hand-in-spool? Whatever – we left together). It was my car stereo (residing in that damned light blue Escort that got me everywhere until it’s untimely and inconvenient death, halfway between Jacksonville and NY. And that simply because absolutely no one had felt the need to tell me that cars occasionally need infusions of transmission fluid) that first lent my ears to the sounds of what would become a lifelong friend.

The album starts off quietly, slowly coming into audio view, painstakingly methodic and comfortable – yet looming in a certain sense – it takes a full minute and forty nine seconds before Peter sings the first “Whooooah” on the opening track and you can hear by then the audience is in a fever pitch.

i was as well, and stayed so for both sides of each of the cassettes.

Gabriel had a way of controlling the crowd with a tight set list, one that deliberately took it’s time. Stretching itself over the full length of the concert, it never got too fast, but it never became boring either. Just enough ebb and flow to keep the ear ever-attentive, always waiting for more. If i had to lodge a complaint against this album, i guess the only one i could come up with would be his choice of using “Biko” to end the concert with. i understand the importance of the track, but it feels a bit sour of a way to end the show, especially to one who doesn’t really care for the construct of the song. And truth be told – if i wasn’t so anal about having to always “complete” things, i would normally be tempted to end the album at the much more uplifting “On The Air”.

The second album i like for almost exactly the opposite reasons as the first. With “Live Killers”, Queen also shows off their showmanship – OK, Freddie Mercury’s showmanship – but they do so with much more emotion, speed and well, i guess audio “jiggling”.

From the very beginning, where they re-tool their own “We Will Rock You” from the plodding anthem of the album version into an almost speed metal song (pre, pre-speed metal, of course), you know you’re in for a bumpy, but fun, ride. And much like Gabriel, they don’t disappoint. Except twice. In the first, they make you wait all the way until the second disc to hear “Don’t Stop Me Now”, and secondly, they follow it with the much-to-involved “Brighton Rock” – a song that i would suppose is pure joy to air guitarists (the ones that take it seriously, at any rate) and soundscape enthusiasts alike, but a bit too long and noncommittal for those of us who would much rather have our hearts tugged than of our ears stretched.

Sadly, this particular album was my brothers – Queen being the only band of worth that he ever “discovered” before me – and as such i have no fond memories of obtaining it. i am very glad, however, that my ears heard it then, and can still hear it today. Much like “Plays Live”, it has the ability to take me to an entirely different place of the mind. Not a better place necessarily, just a different one. And that can come in pretty handy when the children are in a mood, or the bills are due, or your in-laws are being, well, your in-laws. Don’t believe me? Next time things are getting out of hand, play “i Go Swimming” (preferably in a light blue Escort full to the hilt with transmission fluid, and preferably LOUD) and tell me how you feel afterwards.

Tell me also please, if there are any Live albums that you simply can’t Live without.