It’s no secret that I love words. Words. Words. Words. I talk about my love of them here…
“The fact that a few otherwise non-consequential words, written in the right order and read at the right moment, can evoke powerful reactions that can last a life time, that, for me, is magic. That’s what real magic looks like.”
But, as a singer, I also love music. My two greatest passions in life; writing and singing. Luckily, I’ve been fortunate enough to make a good living from both and now get to call them both ‘work’. And, of course, the greatest thing in the world for me is to find a song that is lyrically beautiful. It’s like my two favourite things coming together almost orgasmically (well, come on, I’m a erotic writer…there had to be some reference to filth in there somewhere…don’t worry, there will be more).
This is not an exhaustive list…there’s just too many to mention! I could go on and on about all the amazing songs out there, by any number of artists, but off the top of my head, and at 5am when I can’t sleep…these come to mind…
I literally listen to anything and everything. When I’m writing, I favour lyricless pieces, like Ludivico Enaudi or Chopin’s Nocturnes (and Opus 55 in F Minor seriously does things to me!), largely because I can’t think of words and hear them at the same time. Seriously, try and talk to me when I’m writing, I will probably grunt at you or, more likely, ignore you completely. I’m in the zone…don’t throw me off my game.
As a singer, I prefer acoustic, lyrical masterpieces. In my humble opinion, The Goo Goo Dolls, Iris, is utter perfection, for the lyrics, the melody, and the accompaniment. And I get to sing some great stuff…Guns’n’Roses, Patience. The Rolling Stones, Wild Horses. An acoustic, stripped back version of Lady Gaga’s Pokerface (ok, not lyrical perfection, but I get to belt out the second verse, full on Diva style, and I just fucking enjoy it!), and Four Non-Blondes, What’s up (who doesn’t love that song!).
Cheesy music makes me happy. And I do mean cheesy. Ok, don’t judge me for these, they are typically by association…
Meghan Trainor, All About the Base (I’m sorry…), because I spent an amazing weekend with three awesome girlfriends in Spain last year, and we drank sangria by the pool, wearing bikinis, listening to this song…it will forever have a special (albeit somewhat annoying) place in my heart.
Usher, Oh My Gosh….ARGH! I love this song! I don’t care…it’s awesome. You shhh….
Santana, Maria Maria…Come on…it’s Santana, what’s not to love!
And then we come to my favourite sub-category of music…Songs that turn me on; usually because of the lyrics, actually, definitely because of the lyrics.
Jason Derulo, Talk Dirty…Pfft…for obvious reasons.
It pains me to say it, but the Fifty Shades of Grey soundtrack is pretty damn good. Beyonce’s, Crazy Love Remix is pretty hot! As is The Weekend’s, Earned it. Oh, and B’s Haunted…too hot! They turn me on.
Pretty much the whole of the Maroon 5, Songs About Jane album…and just to give you a few examples…
Shiver – “Remember how my body tastes, and feel your heart begin to race” and “I shiver when I hear your name, I think about you but it’s not the same, I won’t be satisfied till I’m under your skin.”
Sunday Morning – “Fingers trace your every outline. Paint a picture with my hands. Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm, change of weather still together when it ends.”
And finally, from that same album, my all time favourite…the song that never fails to turn me on…always has, always will…(Drum roll, please…)
Secret – “Cool these engines, calm these jets. I ask you how hot can it get? And as you wipe of beads of sweat, slowly you say, I’m not there yet. I know I don’t know you, but I want you so bad.” – Seriously…this song!