Now here's another song for you to listen to while reading. Awesome! It's Eva Cassidy. I discovered her when I was around 13 I think. I found a cd with her by chance as I was looking through mum and dad's collection to see what kind of music they'd listened to through the ages. I found it, listened to it and loved it.
Woah, what am I doing? I'm writing in english! And I didn't realise till now, hah! What to do next? Hm... Keep writing in english or move over to swedish? Well, don't say I didn't warn you, this is kind of how I am, swenglish.
Sooooo, Eva Cassidy. A marvelous voice, emotional and beautiful. As far as I know she only did covers (ignorant me for not checking with wiki before posting this^^) but boy, did she make those covers to originals. I prefer her version of Songbird over Fleetwood Mac's (another group I also love, oh my taste of music is so undescribeable, is that even a word, well,well). It's so heartbreaking!
At home we have two albums, Imagine and Songbird, both are great. I would like to think that the minute I found the albums and realised their greatness I run to the computer and made copies of them so I could listen to them on the computer, which was then located on the second floor, so I could listen to it while I was writing frenetically filled with emotions thanks to her extraordinary voice.
I usually write to music, and when I mean write I mean write stories not boring essays or homework. I have written stories since... forever:P not quite but since a young age. It started with writing in notebooks, thick books with apples, cinnamon buns or sweets on the front. When I discovered the computer I begun to copy some of my stories to the computer and kept writing there. As I mentioned our only computer (this was a loooong time ago, like ten years or so when each household only had one computer instead of one to each family member) was located on the second floor. It stood right beside the balcony door and when it got warmer 
outside I used to have the door opened so I could sit in the warm sun and write. I think that was how I passed my summer vacation, at least some of the days, sitting there, writing amazing adventures. It's funny when I later re-read those stories. Some of them are really good, for being so young. If a story can hold me in its grip I would say it's a good story. Oh right, forgot to mention, none of them are finished, only in my head. Actually the first story I ever finished (not counting the stories you had to write in school) is The Broken Ones (except for the tiny detail of the epilog) and if you would like to read it click here.
outside I used to have the door opened so I could sit in the warm sun and write. I think that was how I passed my summer vacation, at least some of the days, sitting there, writing amazing adventures. It's funny when I later re-read those stories. Some of them are really good, for being so young. If a story can hold me in its grip I would say it's a good story. Oh right, forgot to mention, none of them are finished, only in my head. Actually the first story I ever finished (not counting the stories you had to write in school) is The Broken Ones (except for the tiny detail of the epilog) and if you would like to read it click here.Now, how did this end up in me bragging of completing a story? But then again how did it end up in me writing in english? Probably not even correct english. So let's just call it swenglish.
Kram Hojjan
Inga kommentarer:
Skicka en kommentar