Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price. Vocals by Teagan Riordain Geneviene.
Another year has passed, and the Wolf Moon is on the rise again as the new year begins. I wrote and recorded Wolf Is In The Winter Moon (above) to celebrate the 2024 Wolf Moon. To spare you my bloody awful voice, Teagan Riordain Geneviene @ Teagan’s Books gracious sang, lending her beautiful, smokey and slightly haunting voice to the song. Thank you so much, Teagan. I really appreciate your hard work on recording the vocals. Teagan’s voice is perfect for the song. She had the idea to add the howls underneath the chorus — a brilliant addition. You can find the lyrics at the end of the post.
We say two pTerodactyls flying over the Rio Grande tonight. This one turned around and flew close. I assume he wanted to be included in the celebration of the Wolf Moon.
pTer reflecting under the light of the Wolf Moon
Cranes under the light of the Wolf Moon
Wolf Moon over Resa’s Tree
Wolf Is In The Winter Moon By Timothy Price
[Verse] World of demons manifold and so robust They are possessed and driven by an insatiable lust For blood and power, their egos must be fed Innocent souls of the quick and of the dead Wolf’s in the Winter Moon that’s on the rise again Sheds light on the darkness of a cold and cruel world
[Bridge] Wolf and Moon together work in perfect harmony Wolf and Moon together work to set our spirits free
[Chorus] Wolves howl with praises and glory Wolves howl with praises and glory Wolves howl with praises and glory of the Winter Moon
Wolves howl with praises and glory Wolves howl with praises and glory Wolves howl with praises to bring an end to winter’s gloom
[Verse] Wolf is in the Winter Moon that’s on the rise again Shines its light on darkness as the year begins
[Bridge] Wolf and Moon together work in perfect harmony Wolf and Moon together work to set our spirits free
[Chorus] Wolves howl with praises and glory Wolves howl with praises and glory Wolves howl with praises and glory of the Winter Moon
Wolves howl with praises and glory Wolves howl with praises and glory Wolves howl with praises to bring an end to winter’s gloom
[Outro] Wolves howl with praises and glory of the Winter Moon Wolves howl with praises to bring an end to winter’s gloom
One of the parodies I never published is called The Sound of Coffee Grinding based on The Sound of Silence by Simon & Garfunkle. I don’t remember what inspired the parody. I was obviously grinding coffee, which I do every day. Twisted minds never rest and the strangest ideas for parodies are always presenting themselves.
While writing the lyrics I imagined a hyper-version of the song like when you are wound up on coffee. The first recording I did was a hyper arrangement loosely based on the original music. Since the idea for the parody was a bit out there, to begin with, the hyper version ended up being a bit echoey.
I tried singing my parody lyrics to the traditional music for The Sound of Silence. It was really bloody awful. I asked Teagan at Teagan’s Books if she wanted to take a stab at singing The Sound of Coffee Grinding. I sent her the music and she did a wonderful take on the traditional version of the music. Teagan imaged that I make a back and forth duet out of it, but my vocals didn’t really work, and far as I am concerned my voice detracts from Teagan’s beautiful, sultry voice.
She didn’t want to attempt the hyper version. I can’t blame her. There is only so much of a twisted mind’s parody a sane person is willing to tackle.
I’ve included both versions below. The first is the traditional version with Teagan’s Vocals. The second is the hyper version with my vocals.
The Sound of Coffee Grinding (Traditional)
Parody Lyrics by Timothy Price. Vocals by Teagan Riordain Geneviene. Music by Simon & Garfunkle.
The Sound of Coffee Grinding (Hyper)
Parody Lyrics by Timothy Price. Vocals by Timothy Price. Arrangement by Timothy Price. Guitars, Bass, Percussion by Timothy Price. Original music by Simon & Garfunkle.
It took Spunk only about *three days to return to his “catankerous” self and his normal routine of pacing around the house at all hours and killing his tails. Although, instead of placing his tails on the counter to protective all of us, he is taking them to the couch where he is sleeping to protect himself. After his three-week ordeal in a parallel cataverse, or kitty purgatory if you like, he feels like he needs to keep all the kitty tail protection for himself.
To celebrate Spunk’s Zero to Spunk in 3D*, I’m posting a parody of Candy by Iggy Pop with Kate Pierson called Kitty.
Kitty
by Teagan Riordain Geneviene and Timothy Price with Suzette Presti. Music by Iggy Pop.
Teagan Riordain Geneviene of Teagan’s Books came up with the idea of making the parody of Candy. She sent me the idea for the parody with the lyrics for Kitty’s part (Kate Pierson’s part) and the duet with Iggy and Kate at the end. Teagan asked me to write lyrics for Iggy’s part in the beginning of the song. I had not heard Candy before, so I looked it up, listened to it, and wrote the intro lyrics based on Teagan’s prompts. I processed the music and then learned Iggy’s parts the best I could. It turned out to be a difficult song, but I finally got it to work. I recorded my part of the parody and sent the music file to Teagan. Teagan has a beautiful voice, however, she discovered that Kate’s part was out of her range, and with all the other stuff she had on her plate, she could not work in the time to record Kitty’s part and get it to her liking.
I understood completely. However, Teagan’s idea for the parody was brilliant, our lyrics were excellent, and I didn’t want to let a really good parody go to waste. Suzette Presti, who is a professional singer, was gracious enough to take up the challenge of singing Kitty’s part. I sent her a recording with the music and my vocals, she recorded Kitty’s parts and sent me her recording. I mixed her vocals and my vocals with the music and voilà! Like a musical Frankenstein, Teagan’s wonderful idea for a parody came to life. Enjoy!
Announcing the Launch of
Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I
Introducing the second “three things” serial, in novel form — Murder at the Bijou — ThreeIngredients I.
Yes, that’s the cover. (I love making covers!) I kept it similar to the one for the first serial,The Three Things Serial Story, but with different 1920s photos.
For those of you who are not familiar with my blog serials…
Ages ago I developed a writing exercise. I asked friends to give me three completely random things. Then I would write until I had mentioned all the things. I brought that exercise to my blog (Teagan’s Books), but I had the readers send me their things. I let the random things drive every detail of a serial story, setting, plot, and characters. That resulted in The Three Things Serial Story, which gave birth to this culinary mystery. However, this time the “things” are food related — or ingredients.
About the Book
As with the first serial,Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients Iis a spontaneously written, pantser story. I wrote by the seat of my pants and let the “ingredients” readers sent each week drive a new serial story. This is the “bookized” version of that serial.
This time the Jazz Age setting is Savannah, Georgia where our flapper, Pip, is “sentenced” to live with her grandmother and learn to cook. Pip gets caught up in a layered mystery that includes bootleggers, G-men, and the varied challenges of being a young woman in changing times. She meets new friends, including some animal characters.
If you have not read The Three Things Serial Story, be warned. This adventure contains a bit of a spoiler, but does not go into detail about it.
Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I is available through and Amazon and Create Space. If you don’t have a Kindle, Amazon also offers a free app that will let you read Kindle books on your computer or other device. The purchase links are below. But first, here’s a snippet.
In my imagination, a young Lucille Ball would play Pip.
Excerpt
Rutabaga Limbo
Either I woke up feeling horribly nauseated, or the queasiness woke me. I’m not sure which. I opened my eyes to complete darkness. There was no light, no sound. The way my stomach tossed reminded me of a small boat on the ocean. It was as if I sailed in a lightless limbo.
Oh… that was a bad train of thought to have with an unsettled belly.
Think of something else! Anything else, I told myself.
I stood unsteadily. The sound of a cricket came to me. Good. The utter silence had been very disturbing. I became aware of the cool moist earth beneath my palms.
Where the Sam Hill was I?
I sat back on my heels, focusing all my senses. My eyes might as well have been closed — it was that dark. Bare ground was beneath me. The air had a musty odor. A sickly sweet scent clung to my bobbed hair.
The cricket’s chirping was the only sound. Still sitting, I turned. My eyes widened and strained, trying to see in that heavy darkness. When I looked up I was rewarded with the sight of a thin line of pink light.
The faint glow allowed me to see vague outlines a few feet away. I stumbled over something and stooped down to let my hands figure out what it was. I felt a burlap bag and round lumps. Rutabagas? I felt around and found another bag. That one felt like potatoes. I moved closer to the wall and a tall shape. Yes, a ladder, my questing hands confirmed for my still foggy brain.
Gazing up at the line of pinkish light I realized I was in a root cellar.
Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene, a southerner by birth, was “enchanted” by the desert southwest of the USA when she moved there. Now a resident of a major east coast city, she longs to return to those enchanting lands.
Teagan had always devoured fantasy novels of every type. Then one day there was no new book readily at hand for reading — so she decided to write one. And she hasn’t stopped writing since.
Her work is colored by her experiences in both the southern states and the southwest. Teagan most often writes in the fantasy genre, but she also writes 1920s stories and Steampunk. Her blog “Teagan’s Books” contains serial stories written according to “things” from viewers.
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