Do you love The Doors as much as I do?
What do you think about The Gardian’s recent ranking of the top Doors tracks?
The Guardian ranking of greatest Doors songs.
I know I have my own passionate opinions. I do think they mostly got it right. What do you think? Comment away. And share your favorite Doors song. If I get ten comments, I’ll share mine.
I’ve been silent. Well, I haven’t exactly been silent, but I haven’t blogged.
I love writing my blog. I am so happy to be back doing it again.
As the new year opened up, I buckled down and focused. My second novel was basically done. Written. Beta read. Edited. Cover designed. Only the last push through the production side of things remained. It was nitty and gritty work…but it’s done!
I am hard on myself. I am sure a lot of you can relate. Thus, as I took my final peruse through my creation before unleashing it onto the world, I was delighted at how delicious I found it. Yes. Dark. Delicious. Infused with my stamp.
I present to you, Acid Track. A 70s acid rock laced serial killer vs detective dark tale. The sequel to my debut novel Final Track. I am proud of it, and thrilled to be rolling it out.
The cherry on top of the acid rock laced thrilling ride is the PARTAY that I am throwing to celebrate! YOU are invited. It may be virtual, but it will be a sweaty, head-banging rock out night! I hope you can join me from wherever you may be in the world. CLICK On the invite to sign up and participate. From costume contests to song requests for the 80s metal legends Nöize Böyz, there are plenty of killer ways to participate in this once-in-a-lifetime-80s-metal-infused-70s-acid-rock-laced-book-launch-partay (or at least until the next book release)!
Acid Track goes live on March 12. Stay tuned for pre-order and party deets, or follow along on FB, Insta, or join Julie Hiner – Author | MailerLite.
Right at a time when we all need a little positivity, the kings of rock deliver. ACDC has just released their newest album – Power Up. It packs punch. It pumps that positive, body twitching, head jerking ACDC electric juice through your entire body. Click on the quick vid below for a little sneak preview (I indulged in the hardcore fan package of the CD version).
Every tune shoots energetic vibes through the air for miles and miles. I don’t know how these guys are still doing it, but they are. Power Up is the seventeenth album of ACDC, and the tunes do not disappoint. Malcolm and Agnus, the brothers that initiated the spark that would become ACDC, co-wrote the songs. Malcolm sadly passed in 2017 of dementia. What a tribute to him.
I still get thrills shooting through my veins when I think back to the time I dragged my better half on a half day journey just to go and see these guys. It was pouring, I mean POURING, rain, but it didn’t slow them down. Angus trotted, danced, whipped his head around and convulsed in guitar god bliss across that slippery, rain drenched stage as it if were a slight sprinkle.
Even Rolling Stone acknowledges that they’ve never slowed down, and this new album is one of their best. Check out the full article.
So here’s to all those about to rock, all those who love dirty deeds done dirt cheap, and every raving fan who remains thunderstruck decades later!
Do you have an ACDC memory? Share in the comments.
Do you have a favourite ACDC track? Share in the comments.
Let’s keep the ACDC love going!
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It all began with some sweet birthday sugar from my lovely friends. I didn’t expect gifts. Especially not 80s metal, chocolate, flowers, and wheels of cheese gifts!
I woke up early, got some writing in, then braved the snow storm to get my free pie in a cup from Starbucks. Peppermint mocha. Yes.
At several times during the day, I fondled the hard cover copies of the Horror anthology I was recently published in. They arrived just in time for birthday fondling. And yes, I love the word fondling.
Mid morning was spin time! Pre burn for my birthday dinner. I paired the sweat fest with a movie suggested by my horror loving friend who knows my fetish for metal. The Green Room did not disappoint. And I quote, it’s like “licking the floor in a public restroom.” Ha. While watching it, I actually felt like I was back at Vern’s on the night of my book launch.
Then it was sprint time! Writing a chunk of words with my awesome Nanowrimo Bootcamp. They rock. And I got in a great scene started in the hospital after my main character gets attacked by a glowing purple monster fish with fangs.
After a warm bubble bath I had an experience beyond all with a small slice of the triple creme brie that my dear friends gave me. Oh. My. God. Once you have triple creme, you never go back.
Of course, the experienced wheel of cheese eater as I am, a beer pairing is a must. My special birthday pumpkin beer brewed by amazing hubby went perfectly with the triple creme. To top it off, I took in one of my fav rock movies, wrapped in a blanket, by the fireplace. I mean, cheese, beer, Marky Mark as a rock star…say no more.
Now, you’d think this enough, right? Nope. The evening was topped off with a wonderful winter walk, with hubby, up to a new restaurant near us. More cheese. Wine. Pizza. Limoncello. Walk home. What a day. And, no, there are no pictures of dinner. I didn’t look at my phone. I took in the evening.
What is your favourite birthday memory?
It’s sad to say goodbye to my beloved Halloween for another year. But, as I look back on the last week, I realize I’ve had enough fun…for now.
Our pumpkin carving was a success. The new carving toolset is awesome! I can’t wait to stretch my limits next year.
Bake time was a blast, and it was delicious. Who doesn’t love feasting on the remnants in the mixing bowl?
I spent the whole day listening to Halloween songs, including my all time favorite.
And of course, I had some devlish fun on my makeup.
To top off this amazing week with an 80s metal cherry, Halloween Howler with Broken Toyz was a blast.
If you love Halloween as much as I do, stay here, and follow along on Facebook or Instagram, for plenty more spine prickling things….
Tonight is the Halloween Howler! What is the Halloween Howler, you ask? It’s a double header live 80s metal show! Adhering to the restrictions in place, a hotel in the downtown core of my city has found a way to support live music. Thus, my tiny entourage and I will be making our way down to the belly of the city, decked up in 80s metal gear, and watch two live bands prove that 80s metal is still alive!
Last week, when a multiple day snow storm hit, and winter descended upon us much too early, I thought, oh my, we will be huddling in our winter coats watching the show. You see, in order to meet the requirements, the show is at a hotel, the bands will be on the pool deck, and the fans will be watching from room balconies.
But then…the weather turned. The sun came out, the snow melted, and the day of the show is looking very promising indeed.
I am particularly excited about seeing Delicious Dan (yes, that’s my name for him). He was my favourite when I saw Broken Toyz at a small dive hot-boxed in sweat.
Here’s to Halloween! Here’s to 80s Metal! And here’s to making the best of life.
What activity are you looking forward to this Halloween? I would love to hear! Share in the comments.
Since this is the week leading up to Halloween, I’m devouring scary movies. I tend to stick to the ‘old school’ stuff. I love the 80s. This week I have ventured into the current year! Yes! And guess what? It’s not so bad.
Being an 80s metal head and a horror lover, I came across this absolute gem! If you love sassy characters, metal heads, and ritualistic murder…this is for you. Give it a go. The story is decent. I’ll admit, I was surprised a few times – the twists are well executed.
I LOVED the fact that it PROVED that metal isn’t dead. Really.
I LOVED the unexpected twists and turns.
I LOVED the unsettling ending…where you start to question what really happened.
Have you been watching scary movies? What’s your favourite? Any recommendations for Halloween night? I’d love to read your suggestions in the comments.
My first exposure to WolfMother was during a stint in San Diego. I had time to lounge on the roof top and gorge myself in the wails of the rock gods. Somehow, I came across WolfMother. The track Violence of the Sun had me totally hooked. The lead singer – Andrew – had the rock god voice that I longed for, that I needed to be a happy, full human being. The rough rock vibe pulled me in to the acid rock, classic rock, metal concoction that I couldn’t get enough of.
When one the best hard rock albums of all time came out, I was but a young, impressionable girl.I was still well behaved back then, for the most part. I had poisoned my mind with light pop such as Celine Dion and Tiffany. I had started to reach my tentacles tentatively into the exciting vibrations of the long haired rockers that were popping up all around me.But until I experienced Appetite, well, I had no idea what real hard rock was.I recall walking into the music store and finding the plastic encased tape that would change my music listening experience forever. I also recall my mother questioning the warning labels of explicit language and other such things. I assured her it was fine. Somehow she went along with it.
There’s something about a good front man that makes my insides tingle. I want a reptile like, tight, scantily clad body slithering up to a microphone, piercing my soul with his haunting eyes, and cloaking me with his deep, dark words. I want to feel like I’m the only one in the audience. Like he’s only singing to me.
The Lizard King has always been one of my favorite front men, despite the fact that I’ve only seen him on screen. His vocals are hypnotizing enough to pull me into the TV, landing me in a prime position, squished against the front of the stage.
He absolutely epitomized the definition of good front man. A poet at heart, he went through the ultimate transformation when he stepped on stage. Like a second skin, he shed his shyness, his trepidation, his old self, to become what the masses needed. Men and women looked to him to lead them to the other side in their acid induced states as he crooned to them of dead toads on the road and the end.
His words were haunting. His presence hypnotizing. His essence sereal. If I could, I would step back on time into one of those jam packed venues and infuse myself into the giant being of a crowd swaying back and forth in time to the delivery of the Liazrd King on stage in all his glory.
He had it all. A tight body. Long curls. Luscious lips. A dark message. A mysterious vibe. He entranced entire audiences, taking them away to another world with his presence alone.
If I am to mention how much I love a good front man, I must mention the Lizard King, eventhough I’ve only met him in my rock ‘n roll dreams.