This past year I graduated from the University of South Carolina with a Bachelor of Music degree in Piano Performance. For my senior recital, I decided to do something a little different. To me, the Haydn sonata I was learning sounded like the kind Continue reading
“Nightingale” (Demi Lovato) reminds me of “Cinderella” (from the Brothers Grimm).
Not only does the Disney version of Cinderella have her singing specifically about a nightingale, but the feelings of exhaustion and a certain degree of hopelessness in the song also remind me strongly of how Cinderella might have felt while with her stepsisters and stepmother. I can just hear her singing this to her (at the time, imaginary) prince.
“Can you be my nightingale?
Sing to me, I know you’re there
You could be my sanity
Bring me peace, sing me to sleep
Say you’ll be my nightingale.”
Do you agree? Feel free to comment below!
I am making a prediction.
You know how in Frozen Hans has twelve older brothers? Well, to me that sounds an awful lot like a set up for some version of the Twelve Dancing Princesses fairy tale. After all, it sure is a convenient number of brothers to have…
So I’m calling it now. We can look forward to Disney’s version of this fairy tale sometime in the future.
This is how I imagine the little mermaid must have felt towards the prince:
Compass by Zella Day:
“Compass point you home, calling out from the east
Compass point you anywhere closer to me
If we make it out alive from the depths of the sea
Compass point you anywhere closer to me”
A heartbreaking song for a heartbreaking story.
What if people were nicknamed based on what they wore, like in Little Red Riding Hood?
“Yo, Crop Top!”
“What’s up, Oversized T-Shirt and Leggings?”
“How’s it going, Blue Jeans?”
For me, it would be, “Hey there, Knee Highs!”
What would your nickname be?
1) Being able to hire a hero (J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit)
2) Perpetual tea time (Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland)
3) Amateur sleuths choosing you as their companion (Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes)
4) Mysterious strangers who have only one name (Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights) Continue reading
The “A Tale of Two Cities” and “A Glimpse of the World With Detectives” blog posts from “Confessions of a Readaholic” have caused me to think lately about what a detective story really is (and since my posts lately been pretty much dominated by the Anna Karenina Classical Music Stories series, I thought I’d take a quick break to talk about something different).
Sure, we generally think of them as containing, well, a detective, and solving a mysterious crime. But I’m starting to think that other stories are like “detective” stories, too.
After all, when you read a book you’re always solving a mystery in a sense. You gradually discover who the characters are, what will happen to them, and/or how Continue reading