The Drugs Don’t Work – Twisted Mixtape Tuesday

This post may suck. Because for this week’s Twisted Mixtape Tuesday for my friend @jenkehl aka this is the theme or I should call it, my most difficult challenge.

Relaxing slow jams. You wanna chill, you want your friends to chill. Any genre from rock to jazz to hip-hop, but it’s gotta be slow-jams.

Um, what? Have you met me? I don’t chill. I can’t relax. I’m the guy that teaches you about punk music and raging against the damn machine. I freaked out so much from the assignment that I did something I never do, which is go look at other mixtape posts. My buddy Linda aka@modmomelleroy from did an 1980s playlist so there went by sexy Great White’s Rock Me attempt to be sexy.

So, here’s  what I came up with. I’m mainly a 1990s alternative guy. I found a few songs I haven’t used in other posts. I love all of these so maybe that will come through. You should learn something about me with this list.

Go see Jen and Linda and our new site Last week I wrote about Duran Duran and the 50th birthday of the cassette. You can find us @raisedonthradio on the Twitter and on Facebook

Here’s my playlist with no commentary, just 9 excellent songs that I find gorgeous and somewhat soothing, All have amazing lyrics, which make me think,

Strange Currencies – R.E.M.

bonoOne – U2

Under The Bridge – Red Hot Chili Peppers

Round Here – Counting Crows

Fade Into You – Mazzy Star

Wonderwall = Oasis

The Drugs Don’t Work – The Verve

Are you looking for something interesting and music driven to read? I have two for you. My books, The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on for your kindles, and in paperback from




Love Rollercoaster

Imagine standing at the top of a 100 foot lift hill in a roller coaster seat void of seatbelts or an operator.


You’ve been through several turns and loops and your body feels adjusted, then you drop down again, screaming the whole way.

That’s what it’s like raising a teenage daughter, even a good one like my seventeen-year-old.


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Ketchup With Us

Melissa  & Michele ‘s 57 word prompt this time around is roller coaster. I wrote this out, read it to my wife and screamed “PERFECT!”. I know Ohio Players did Love Rollercoaster first, and allegedly urban legendly killed somebody during it, but the Red Hot Chili Peppers version is more well known to people my age. Plus, Anthony Kiedis doesn’t screw it up. Plus, with Twisted Mixtape coming tomorrow, this fits perfectly, because the Peppers cover rocked 1996 and tomorrow will be the 1990s, part 1.

For now, Get funky.

100 Word Song – Breaking The Girl

This was my favorite week of 100 word song. The song was great, picked by Tasha, but more so because of how you all attacked the interpretations and welcomed in new people. This is how web communities grow and get better. Please pat all of yourselves on your backs and drink something celebratory. Now, the challenge is to be even better this week.

Two logistical changes to 100 word song. I will start posting each Tuesday’s installment with 100 Word Song hyphen whatever song is chosen. I’ve been told by a few of you it’s easier to search. Also, I’ll make a blog pages with the other episodes similar to how I have my fiction pieces at the header of the blog. This should provide reference and advertisement for new people.

Everyone had a good entry this week. One that I loved and for some reason that I can’t explain, hit me straight on was from Kim over at Let Me Start By Saying There was a powerful presence to hers and it seemed so positive. You have to read it to appreciate. So, I asked Kim to pick this week’s song. The tune she threw down was great because it fits both of my fiction serials and it’s one of maybe four Red Hot Chili Peppers songs that I like. Here’s my 100 for Breaking The Girl.

Last time on Soul To Body:

A wave of shame met him as he walked through his front door. His brief furlough of naughtiness was now imprisoned by his daughter’s streaming tears. Violet’s blue eyes were flooded. Her cheeks were flushed. She sniffled and stuttered.

“Well? Are you dating her, dad?”

He dropped his shoulders and measured his answer.

“No. Look, honey. I don’t expect you to……”

Violet slapped the armrest of their living room couch. A small box of Kleenex fell to the floor.

“Don’t talk to me like a little baby! Mom is still in this house!”

Her unleashed hurt shot through his chest.

My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog

Now. it’s your turn. Here The Red Hot Chili Peppers’ Breaking The Girl. Tell a friend or fifty.