Sunday, 29 March 2015

The Rumbling Bass

Tim Foust is the bass singer of Home Free. You know what a bass guitar does in a band with instruments, right? This is only part of what Tim does with his voice in this band. When I first started to listen to Home Free it was partly because of Tim, not because of his awesome bass lines, but because of how low he can sing. And because I love his voice in general. Along the way I discovered that he, and his voice, is so much more than just that.

To be honest, I have never really noticed bass lines before discovering Tim. It's just something that's been there, in a good way, but it's never really caught my attention before.

Tim actually has a 5 octave range allowing him to sing almost as high as Austin, the band's high tenor, and lower than anybody can think. It is said that when you are in the audience of a live show and Tim goes down low you can actually feel it rumbling in your body. How cool is that? I can't wait until I get to find that out first hand.

Tim was born and raised in Texas, and in high school he studied and performed classical music, and he sang in the school choir. He was a pre-dental at University before dropping out to pursue a career in music, which is where his passion lays. Over the years he has appeared on albums with a couple of other groups before Home Free. He has shared a stage with famous artists such as Gladys Knight and Kenny Loggins. He also pursued a solo career and has a great country solo album out called "The Best That I Can Do". You can find it on iTunes and Amazon as mp3 downloads. I love this album, by the way. Tim has also worked as a featured writer and is a skilled songwriter, and some of his songs are on the Home Free albums Crazy Life and Full of Cheer  (available for purchase on their website, just click their name at the top of this post). I will feature some of his original songs in a later post.

This extremely talented man does a lot of the arranging of the songs, and is also known for his sarcastic and witty sense of humour; which shows in some of his songs, and also during the live shows. You can also see it in his "What Burns My Brisket" series on the Home Free website.

After singing on and off with Home Free for a year or two he joined them full-time in 2011.

Just as in the post about Adam Rupp, the band beat boxer, I will share with you two videos to feature Tim. The first is a live video from their Spring Tour Tour, and again it is filmed by the awesome Heidi. Check out her YouTube channel for more videos here.

This first video is a cover of Josh Turner's "Your Man", and you get to hear some of the 5 octave range I mentioned; and see some of the band's goofiness.

How low can you go?

The second video is a cover of Avicii's "Wake Me Up" and I want you to listen to the bass line in this one. To me, this is way better than any bass guitar I have ever heard.

What do you think?


Music Sunday

I'm having a lazy day today. Listening to music, reading, listening to books, watching telly, writing, and doing some sunbathing. It feels like summer outside. Lush!! 

This is one of my favourite artists, and one of my favourite songs with him, and it is a perfect song for today.

I give you Bruno Mars and The Lazy Song. I love this video too. 

Bruno is second on my list of artists I want to see live. Awesome entertainer!

Have a great Sunday! I'm on my way up on the roof terrace to soak in the sun!

How are you spending your day?


Friday, 27 March 2015

"What We Ain't Got"

Home Free's latest video was released 10 days ago, and I can't really believe I haven't written about it until now. This is some of their best work in so many ways.

It is a cover of Jake Owen's "What We Ain't Got" (you'll find the video on his website). It is a song about realizing that we should appreciate and be grateful for what we have, because one day it might be gone. I had never heard the song before Home Free released their rendition, and I am in complete awe of it.

I really like Jake Owen's original a lot as well, as it turns out, it is raw and heartfelt, and simple. It doesn't have any unnecessary sounds in it. And the video stays true to that.

But then we have Home Free's version. It is even more raw and heartfelt, and it is pure vocals, even Adam is singing rather than beatboxing on this one. The harmonies are out of this world, the sadness and the emotions in every word, every sentence, can be felt in the depth of my heart.

The video deepens it even more. The look on their faces and the sadness in their eyes sets the foundation of the whole feel of it. The guys don't move in this video, they just sit or stand there, and sing, the camera does all the moving. And if you look carefully you will notice the things around them will disappear until there's nothing left. Chris, whose signature is his hats, loses it. Rob, who wears glasses, loses them.

I'm not sure what else to say about this video, except that you have to watch it, and listen to it (preferably with some nice headphones with a good bass).

After that, share it! Share this post! Spread the word! These guys are too awesome not to get a whole lot of more attention than they do, and also, we need them to do a world tour so please help out!

Happy Friday!


Thursday, 26 March 2015

Fiction; Revenge

Her head was banging, painfully so, but it wasn't due to any wild nights out with girlfriends, or because she was ill. In fact, she wished any of those alternatives had been the reason for her agony. But it wasn't.

Instead the pain came from hitting her head in the sink in the bathroom. Not because she had slipped on the wet floor, or tripped on the bathroom mat. No, she had hit her head because her darling, and very loving, boyfriend had thrown her into it.

It was OK though, she thought, she had deserved it this time. She had known she was supposed to stay in the flat, but she didn't want the rubbish to just sit inside and stink the place up. That would have been wrong too. She got that, who would want to come home to a smelly flat? Still, she didn't regret having prawns for dinner last night. She loved prawns, and she had made a conscious decision having it.

Even though she knew she had deserved the beating, and had expected it, she was happy because today was the day. She had been waiting, and planning, for this day for a long time. She couldn't hold back her joy as she broke his favourite coffee mug, the red one with his favourite football team’s logo on it. He cared more about that mug than he did about her. Breaking it was a symbolic gesture. She broke his mug, like he had broken her.  She scraped the pieces together and threw all of them, but one, away. She saved the biggest piece for him to see. She wanted him upset and angry.

She broke into his drawer by picking the lock. She had been practicing how to do it for a while now. She took out his gun and closed the drawer again. She went back to the kitchen, left the gun on the counter top, and put the biggest kitchen knife on the floor, but not until she had cut herself in the arm. He wasn't going to be able to hurt her again after today. She was going to make sure of it. It was his turn to suffer. She knew she would have to pay the price for it, but so would he, and it would be worth it to not be miserable and in fear anymore.

When she heard his car park outside, she dialed the emergency dispatch and whispered to the female voice answering; 
“Please, help me, he’s going to kill me! Please, don’t leave m…”
She put the phone on the floor under the kitchen chair, the call still active, and she screamed. A short, quiet, scream, but it was effective enough for the dispatcher to stay on the line and to call a car to go to the address.

As soon as he walked in he started to yell and scream about the bin bag in the hallway. Coming into the kitchen he saw the broken mug and he kicked the cupboard door and banged his hand on the counter. She pleaded to him not to hurt her. 

“I’m sorry, it was an accident!”, she lied.

“Why the hell are you wearing make-up? You look like a whore!” he kept going. 

He moved quickly towards her, but stopped in his steps as he saw the gun on the counter top. 
“What the hell….?” He picked it up and looked at her.
“Please, please don’t shoot me!” she said as she backed away from him as far as she could. 
With the gun in his hand he moved up to her, pressed her against the wall, pointing the gun to her forehead.  She heard the sirens from the police car coming closer, and she knew they were coming for him. But he didn't. She could see the rage in his eyes and she knew his time was up. She looked him viciously in the eyes as she whispered; 
“I've been fucking the mail man all week and I loved every second of it”.

And then there was a loud bang!

She was finally free! 


Tuesday, 24 March 2015

How I Spent My Birthday

Saturday was my birthday! Yaaay! I turned 45, I know right, who would have thought?! I only remember my age sometimes when I look in the mirror. I've never had a real crises about my age, and I was afraid I was going to get it now since a friend of mine had it when turning 45. But, I didn't. I still love life, and that's all that matters to me. I still do what I want to do. I love my job, family, friends, writing, listening to music, watching Home Free videos, sunbathing, watching series and films, blogging, traveling and so much more. So, I just figure why stress about what I don't have, what I haven't achieved or that I am closer to death. Because, let's face it, I am! Every day. I'll just enjoy what I can and what I have while I'm still alive. Yaay for life!

Anyway, my birthday was a perfect day to me. First I got to sleep in, and then I got breakfast in bed by my Sweetie and the kitties. And Sweetie gave me a very nice neckless. The kitties are supposed to get me a present sometime this week. Apparently it was raining too much for them to go out shopping last week. I think they are just lazy. He he

From my son I got a composition. He composed a song for me, for my birthday and it's called "Where We Find Love". You can find it here! Isn't that a lovely title? While you're there you should have a listen to his other songs as well. And if you like it why not support him so he can keep doing his music and grow as an artist. If you want to, of course! If nothing else, please comment good stuff on his songs!

After breakfast and presents I spent the day in bed watching series, since I was tired from being on the antibiotics and on and off sinusitis for the past 3-4 months. And hey, I'm getting to see a specialist for it in a couple of weeks. Another Yaaay!

In the evening we had tacos and watched the film "Interstellar". It was actually surprisingly good, I thought. Different. Oh, tacos the Swedish way is one of the most popular weekend foods in Sweden, especially on Fridays. I prefer it on Saturdays, though. Because I'm different that way! Ha!

Anyway, I had a great day! And I am feeling a lot better than I was! Life is truly great, and I am so grateful for all I have!

I hope you are too!

Oh, and keep you're eye out for my next short story, It will be up this week!


Sunday, 22 March 2015

Music Sunday

It's Sunday again! I love Sundays, because I get to spend a lot of time surfing YouTube in the hunt for a music video to share here. Sometimes I already know which one I want, but sometimes I don't. Sometimes I change my mind and go with something other than planned.

Anyway, I've been feeling a bit under the weather, so to speak, for a while, but am starting to feel a bit better. I think it's allergies, so it's nothing serious.

So, back to Music Sunday! I had nothing planned for today, so I started the hunt. I've been listening to some of my favourite singers/artists, and also some new to me stuff. A lot of good music, but nothing that felt completely right. And so I decided to go with one of my favourites, when it hit me I should have a look in my likes playlist. That's where videos you have pressed like on end up, so it's easy for you to find. I scrolled down, past all my Home Free likes, and found this gem.

In Europe we have something called the Eurovision Song Contest in May every year since 1956. This is where ABBA got their big breakthrough when they won with the song Waterloo in 1974. Anyway, the ESC is a huge thing in a lot of countries, especially in Sweden. This is a night to gather your friends around, not because of the great music, but because of the fun of voting and discussing all the contestants. This year Australia will join us. Yes, we know Australia is no where near Europe, but the ESC is actually huge down under.

This is Malta's contribution in 2013. It's sung by a guy called Gianluca Bezzina, who is actually also a doctor. I like his voice, and I like the song. What do you think?

I hope you are all enjoying your Sunday!
I'm about to do some writing. A new story will be up within a couple of days.


Sunday, 15 March 2015

Music Sunday

Today I want to talk about one of my favourite voices of all times, Jill Johnson. She is Swedish, and she sings country music, as well as other types of music. Jill has been a favourite of mine for many years, and I absolutely love her voice.

Jill has worked with a lot of big names over the years; Rascal Flats, Lionel Richie, Ronan Keating and Nathan Chapman just to mention a few of them. 

Jill recently had her own TV show, on Swedish Television, called Jills Veranda (Jill's porch) where. It was taped in Nashville and featured different country artists. The show was well received by both the viewers and the critics.

She is currently collaborating with a country singer named Doug Seegers, a former homeless street musician from Nashville, that released his debut album last year. Doug has had great success in Sweden, and has also released his album, "Going Down To The River", in USA. On March 27 Jill and Doug's album "In Tandem" will be released. The album is produced by the multiple time Grammy Award nominated producer Joe Chiccarelli, and you will hear The McCrary Sisters on choir and it is said to feature some of the most respected musicians out of Nashville.

This video of Going Down To The River, the title track from Doug's debut album, also features another of my favourite Swedish singers, Magnus Carlson of Weeping Willow.


Friday, 13 March 2015

The Pulse And The Beat

As I mentioned a couple of weeks ago in this post, Home Free was founded by the brothers Chris and Adam Rupp. Adam is the younger of the two, and he is the pulse and the beat of Home Free. He is the drummer, and the drums.

Adam has a bachelor’s of arts degree from Gustavus Adolphus College in St Peter, Minnesota, with a focus on trumpet. Gustavus Adolphus College is an art school that is ranked among the top 100 liberal art schools in USA today. The school is firmly rooted in Swedish heritage and is actually named after the Swedish King Gustav II Adolf

When Home Free was founded, in 2000, Adam was singing with the others, until they discovered vocal percussion. Adam was chosen to learn how to make drum sounds using only his mouth. He spent hours listening to other vocal percussionists, to begin with Jeff Thatcher and Rockapella, analysing every sound and nuance, practising to make them himself. After 2 years he was able to percuss along with Jeff, while listening to the album Rockapella; In Concert. Being a trumpet major helped him a lot with the mechanicals and the muscular use of the art form.

Later he went on to learn from other percussionists and also discovered beatboxing (a more contemporary form of vocal percussion where other sounds than drums are also used).

Today he is very likely one of the best vocal percussionists/beatboxers in the world.

This first video is filmed live at one of Home Free’s most recent concerts, on March 7. This is Adam’s solo. This is craziness, in my opinion. This is brilliance. Enjoy! 

Thank you Heidi Rancour for catching it on film, and for letting me use it! You can check out all the songs from this concert on her YouTube channel!

The second video is an official Home Free video where you can listen to Adam using his skills in a song. Every time you hear a song by Home Free, and you hear a drum sound, stop your thoughts and remember that that sound is made by a man and his mouth. This is one of my favourites. A cover of Kenny Chesney's American Kids.

So, what do you think? Isn't he amazing? Let me know your thoughts in the comments. 


wikipedia, and YouTube

Wednesday, 11 March 2015

Watching, Reading, Finding Clues

One of the things I love doing is watch series. I like different kind of series, but I do have a special place in my heart for detective/cop/criminal series such as Elementary, Criminal Minds, Castle and NCIS. But I also watch other series. More about those another time, though. This post is about finding clues. That's what I love about those series, Finding clues and trying to figure out what made people what they are.

But I also read books, or listen to books. My first favourite writer was Astrid Lindgren, who wrote kids stories with a funny twist and a deeper meaning; Pippi Longstocking was and will always be one of my role models, as well as the first clue finder in my life; after that it was Enid Blyton who wrote the Famous Five books. I absolutely loved those books, and I dreamt of being part of the group. I think that's where my love for detective stories was born. Next I discovered Agatha Christie. I can't even begin to tell you how much I still love her books, and the way she wrote. The detailing seem so simple, but is so complex that you struggle in trying to figure out who the killer really is. You might have some ideas, but you can never be sure until the reveal at the end. And yet, all the clues were dealt to you, slowly, carefully, sneaky, openly, hidden. In every way possible. During all this she also managed to create fascinating characters with clear and specific personalities, and sub plots that all had a part of the bigger picture.
I think reading Agatha Christie gave birth to my thoughts of writing. It was always there, it just became a conscious idea at that time.

I still read her books. I have them all on my Kindle. Well, all but 4-5 of them. I am reading them in order, main character sorted. I have already read all the Miss Marple books, Tommy and Tuppence, and a few others. Next up is Monsieur Hercule Poirot. And I can't wait to dig into them!

Speaking of favourite writers, there's one called Mike Wells, who is an independent self-published writer who writes thrilling and intriguing books. You can look him up on his website, or find him on Twitter. I recommend him a lot if you want to read something that is hard to put down.

Right, I'm going back to watching another episode of Elementary. I'm at the end of season 2.

What do you like to read? Have you got any favourite writers? Let me know!


Sunday, 8 March 2015

Music Sunday

Today's choice of music video is Maroon 5's Sugar, The video is filmed when the band spent a day crashing weddings. The look of surprise and joy on the faces of the brides and grooms are priceless. This was already, I assume, one of the best days of their lives, I'm sure the surprise performance didn't make it less memorable to them. This video makes me smile! And smiling is one of my favourite things to do in life! Enjoy!

I hope you are all having a great Sunday!


Saturday, 7 March 2015

Fiction; The Man

I looked up from my phone just as he walked passed me. I’m not exactly sure what it was about him that caught my attention. It might have been the fact that he was good-looking, very much so even. He was blond; I could see that from the scruff on his face; tall and well-built with a nice posture. He had confidence. Or it might have been that he was wearing a winter hat and sunglasses, but that made sense though, because it was sunny yet cold. Here, where we are, at this time of year, nothing was really strange. Some people walk around in thick and warm winter clothes; that would be the resident people, and some people would walk around in shorts and tops; those were the tourists. So it probably wasn't that either.

The man was walking with long, quick steps, like he had somewhere important to get to, maybe that’s what it was, or maybe it was the determination in his whole body language, or perhaps it was the bag he was carrying. It was a sports bag kind of bag, in black leather, but it wasn't so much the bag itself, as the way he was carrying it. He wasn't carrying it on his shoulder like most people tend to do, he was just holding it in his hand, with a straight arm hanging down from his shoulder. Still, it was controlled. He held the bag still. It might have been something unnatural about how he carried that bag.

My eyes followed him, like they were stuck, until he turned the corner. He zigzagged his way through the crowd on the pavement, smoothly and yet quickly. Nobody seemed to notice him, but me. Nobody had to stop, or take a step sideways, to let him through. It was like he wasn't even there. Except for me.

Later, I would wonder if I could have done anything to change the outcome. If I could have done anything to stop what happened. Probably not, is what my brain said. Maybe, is what my heart said. Sure, if I had tried, a lot of things would have turned out differently, but most likely not in a good way. In a similar way, but not in a better way. And I had to remember that I didn't know. How could anybody have known? But I knew something was wrong about him. Or at least I had a feeling something was.

The man stayed in my mind for only a few minutes after he disappeared around that corner, something else probably caught my attention, maybe the game I was playing on my phone, maybe another pedestrian, or perhaps the bus I was waiting for arrived. I just can’t recall.

I didn't hear about what had happened until the next day, and even when I did hear about it I didn't connect the man I had seen with it. Why would I? There was no obvious connection, and I had forgotten all about him already. Everybody talked about it; it was all over the news. I, just as everybody else, was glad I hadn't been there when it happened. I almost had been. I could have been. But I wasn't. In fact, I had left the surrounding area not long before it had happened. I was relieved.

I followed the news, as you do when something big and devastating like this happens. I got goose bumps at the thought of how close I’d been, and I felt relief that I was alive. It was difficult to look mortality in the eyes, even though I hadn't actually faced it. Maybe because I hadn't actually faced it. The fact that it happened in my town made me shiver, and the atmosphere in town was thick of sorrow, relief and disbelief. How could this happen? Why did this happen? Who made this happen?

And then I saw it. The photograph on the news. That face. I knew it. I had seen it. But where? I screamed. Loud! HIM!! I cried as I realized I had seen him. The Man! The cause to all the pain and suffering! I had seen him, and I didn't stop him. I had known something was off about him, and I hadn't done anything to prevent him for doing what he did!

Nobody else came forward. It was like he had only existed in my world until the moment he had decided to step out of it. And once he did, he did it with a bang. Literally! He did it with the loud, deadly bang of a bomb in the middle of a train station at rush hour. And I had seen him only minutes before.

23 people injured, 84 people killed.

And I was still alive. I was alive.


Tuesday, 3 March 2015

8 Reasons To Watch Home Free's Thinking Out Loud/Let's Get It On Video

I was going to wait a few days with this post, but I am just so excited about this new video and cover mash up that I had to write it now. And when I have written something, I need to share. Why wait?

I first got access to this awesomeness on Friday when it was released to us Patrons, and I fell. Hard. To me, this is perfection! I have not stopped listening to it and watching it except for sleep and work. I have been waiting for days now for it to get released to the public, and finally; here it is!!

I absolutely love this! I just.... love it!! Love, love, love it! Did you get that I love it?

So, what exactly is it that I love about this mash up? Except that it is Home Free.

I broke it down in parts to help you see better;

1. The main song used is one of my favourites at the moment, the sweet, loving tune by Ed Sheeran; "Thinking Out Loud" (I shared another mash up where that song is used in this post here), and Marvin Gaye's sexier and rawer "Let's Get It On". I shouldn't have to say more than that to make you want to hear it. For real!

2. This song is just under 5 minutes long and the video is shot in one take. I think it's very cleverly done with a good mix of letting us see the Guys of Home Free as well as a story of a couple's first date. It's cool!

3. Bass singer Tim Foust is known for his crazy 5 octave range, and he uses it all in this song. Seriously, you need to have good bass in your speakers or headphones to get how low he can go. In this song he will impress not only with his low notes, but also with his high notes. Unreal!!

4. Austin Brown, the lead high tenor, is killing this. It's amazing, it's soul full, it's soft. It feels real. And he's wearing a jacket that only he can pull off, because that's who he is. Unique!

5. The couple in the video is adorable. They are played by husband and wife, Reilly and McKenzie Zamber of The Hound + The Fox that I shared in my latest Music Sunday post. Check them out! It's cuteness overload!

6. FifGen Films, is the production company that pulled off doing this one take video. Reilly and McKenzie are not only acting in this video, and have their own musical career, they are also a part of this team that has shot most of Home Free's videos since last summer. This video is one of the eight Home Free videos they shot in eight days in February. Crazy!

7. The Guys. Well, there's not really much else to say than HOT! I'm sure every girl can find a favourite among the 5 of them. Take your pick!

8. The musical arrangement. It is brilliant. It is sweet. It is hot. It is amazing. It is by Tim Foust. Foustastic!

There you have it! I'm sure I will find more things to say about it as time goes by. But this will do for now. What do you think? Are you ready to watch it yet?


Monday, 2 March 2015

Music Sunday

I love the sound of this duo. They are husband and wife (Reilly and McKenzie). I'll talk more about them in upcoming post, as they have a part in more than one of Home Free's videos.

I hope you had/ are having a great Sunday! I did!


Sunday, 1 March 2015

Happy 6th Anniversary To Me!

Today is the 6 year anniversary of when I moved from Sweden to Spain, and I'd like to share the story behind it with you all.

A long time ago, when I was a young girl, I dreamed about living somewhere where it was sunny and warm and where there was water; lake/sea/ocean, it didn't matter. I never liked the cold darkness of the Swedish winters, and as I grew older I started to sink more into depression every winter. But, as with my dream of writing, it wasn't realistic and it soon became a neatly tucked away dream.

6 and a half years ago my dad got sick, with no hope of survival. He was diagnosed with kidney cancer that had spread more or less everywhere in his gut area. We got 2 months and a week after first diagnosis. It was hard, of course, but we made the most of that time. We made sure to say the things that needed to be said. He went peacefully with myself and my sister by his side, holding his hands.

When he was diagnosed I had just moved in with my boyfriend at the time, and his mother was also fighting cancer. And so, 19 days after my dad died, my boyfriend's mother passed too. It was 2 days after my dad's funeral, and of course things where extremely tough on all of us. In the midst of all this, I ended up having a huge, heartbreaking disagreement with someone very close to me, with the result that I lost yet another very important person in life.

Three months after my dad died my boyfriend and I broke up. And I was completely, and utterly, heartbroken. I just wanted to die, That was 3 of the most important men in my life that I had lost in as many months. Breathing hurt. Being awake was agony. It was a Sunday when my boyfriend and I broke up. I spent the Monday crying and sleeping, with friends keeping me company so I wouldn't do anything stupid, and I woke up Tuesday morning with the idea that now was the time to move away. For Real!

I didn't have many things in my possession, most I had already gotten rid of, and most of what I did own were things after my dad. My son had his own life, with his own place and I knew he wasn't going to hang around in our little town longer than necessary anyway. I had some insurance money after my dad. I didn't have a job, and I had to find somewhere to live. It was now or never! I didn't have the strength to resist my dream anymore.

But, where should I go? I had only been abroad once, to Turkey, and lovely as it was I knew I didn't want to live there. I started searching travel agencies just to get a feeling for something. An old friend pop up on Facebook, and I remembered that he now lived in Spain, but I had no idea where in Spain. It turned out that he lived in a town called Fuengirola on the Costa del Sol. Perfect!!

The following day, on the Wednesday, I booked my one way flight. On the Sunday I took two big bags and one small bag and I took the train to Arlanda Airport. I landed at Malaga Airport at 22.54 that very evening. March 1st 2009.

I know today that it was my dad that gave me the courage to do it! During his last months he taught me that life is short and you never know how long you will have. Make sure to be happy, follow your dreams, make your own life. So I owe my happiness today to my dad!

The person I had the huge disagreement with was not an active part of my life for 5 years, but we are now reconnected which makes me very happy.

Sometimes life takes a different turn to what you expected, you will get the opportunity to take a side road to something unknown, And that is ok. Actually, in my experiences those are the best times of your life as long as you follow your heart's desire. Those are the moments that will take you to higher grounds. Everything Will Be OK. Always. If you follow your heart's desire.

I live every day of my life honouring my dad. I make sure to find happiness in everything I do, every day. It might not always be obvious, or easy, but it's my way of making sense of his death.

With this in mind, today's video/song choice was an easy one. My dad introduced me to this song once upon a time, and I loved it so much that he got tired of me playing it over and over. It always makes me feel close to him, and the lyrics are quite fitting too, don't you think?