Hey ya’ll! I’m Jules and I’m Too Sweet For Rock ‘N Roll. In honor of my first post, I thought I would name it after the (allegedly) first rock ‘n roll song ever, “Rocket 88” by Jackie Brenston and his Delta Cats, 1951. This may be my “Rocket 88” for Too Sweet but this isn’t my first rodeo. I closed I’m With the Bandha in early 2017. But I’m back and I’m ready as ever with my glass of French Malbec and my kitty, Fitzgerald, by my side.
Basically, I plan on writing about music, pop culture, maybe a little bit about my life. If you’re lucky. I have always loved writing – and as someone in the psychology field, I guess you can call it one of my ‘coping skills.’ I carry around tiny notebooks with me and I write. I write when I’m sad. I write when I’m excited. Sometimes, I don’t know what I’m feeling, so I just write. I tie my hair up, put on some rock ‘n roll and I just write.
In response to recent personal life events, I have been listening to Rumours by Fleetwood Mac and everything by Fiona Apple. Rumours has always been one of my favorites. I love to sing along when I’m heartbroken because they were heartbroken, too (I plan on writing a review of Making Rumours: The Inside Story of the Classic Album by Fleetwood Mac by Ken Caillat and Steven Stiefel soon). Fiona Apple’s jazzy, husky style simultaneously makes you feel sexy and indignant all at once. Sometimes you just need to put on a good song and feel everything you’re feeling. When a void is created in my life, music rolls in to fill the emptiness.
There is music for everything. There are many different genres and so many varieties of expressions. And it’s universal. I can listen to French rap or Chillwave while I flow through my yoga practice. Today’s Hits in the shower. Billy Joel on road trips. Music follows my mood. Follow me as I navigate through life with a playlist and express myself through written word.