Victoria Gets Rapping

It’s that time again, ladies and gentlemen.  It’s Friday song day.  One of our regular Ragtag Daily Prompt contributors, Victoria Stuart, has written and recorded some raps recently.  If there is a fancy name for this poetry style, I have no idea what it is.  Anyway, I was really taken with both her poem, Korean BBQ (Can I Get a To-Go Box), and her performance, so I thought it would make a perfect choice for my Friday song day.

Click here to go to Victoria’s Soundcloud recording.
Here is a link to her poem as well. 

It’s got groove.  It’s got rhythm.  It’s got heart.  It’s got everything.  I could say that a star is a born but that would be a different song.  Hope you like it and have a good weekend.

Regards.
Tracy.

A Rite Or A Right?

Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with my Readers.  I have to admit that I’ve had a busy month with mosaicing, a short trip away from home, a medical procedure (all good, by the way).  so I haven’t really had time to think about a song for this Friday.  The deciding factor for me is that while I’ve been able to get on with my life, so many of my fellow Australians have not had the same luxury. Read more

Is This Jazzy Enough For You, Mum?

Thank goodness it is Friday, ladies and gentlemen. at least in my part of the world.  However if you are still cruising through Thursday, you might need a song/tune to help you get through the day.  Unfortunately, I am devoid of ideas which is a shame, because it is my Friday song day.  But don’t worry, my family had some suggestions.

It may surprise you to learn that I am not a great fan of post-1960s jazz music.  It is too intellectual for me.  Someone once told me it is an acquired taste.  I don’t know about that.  I think it is a good cure for insomnia.  So I was a bit nervous when my youngest son suggested a big jazz number.  I loved it.  I think you are going to love it too.  It is Tank! from Cowboy Bebop.  That’s an animé series for those of you who, like me, are so last century.  I hope you enjoy it.

Have a good weekend.  I’ll be having a shitty one.  But that’s another story involving first dibs on the bathroom, and possibly some very bad poetry to follow up.

Kind Regards.
Tracy.