Women Music March 2025 – Day 16 — Eliane Elias

Eliane Elias I was very fortunate to have grown up in Brazil during a time when Bossa Nova was on the streets, on the radio, on television it was everywhere. I often say that Bossa Nova is part of my DNA, because the music was so strong, and growing up during that time was fantastic….

Women Music March 2025 – Day 15 Jessie Ware

Jessie Ware wiki: Jessica “Jessie” Lois Ware (b. 10/15/84) is an English singer and songwriter. She was born at Queen Charlotte’s Hospital in Hammersmith, London and was raised in Clapham, London. She is the daughter of Helena (née Keell,) a social worker, and John Ware, a BBC Panorama reporter. Jessie’s parents divorced when she was 10. She is the younger sister of English actress Hannah Ware. Her mother…

Women Music March 2025 – Day 14 — Cleo Sol

Cleo Sol Promise I made was to love myselfSometimes I lie to myself— Cleo Sol, from her song, Promises Cleopatra Zvezdana Nikolic (b. 3/24/90,) better known by her stage name Cleo Sol, is an English singer-songwriter.  She grew up in the Ladbroke Grove part of West London. Her parents met in a jazz band. Her mother, who…

#MMB — “March The Mad Scientist,” by Jethro Tull

Jethro Tull OK, I took a wild stab that Jethro Tull would have a song with march in it, and I was right. I’ve listened to some of their albums more than others. Minstrel of the Gallery is not one I’ve listened to a ton, but I remember exactly what was going on in my…

Women Music March 2025 – Day 12 — Elizabeth Fraser

Elizabeth FraserPhoto Credit: Patrick Ford/Redferns wiki:Elizabeth Davidson Fraser (b. 8/29/63) is a Scottish singer who was born and grew up in Grangemouth. She described it as “a dark and stifling industrial town,” Her mother worked in a factory. She was the youngest of six children. During her teenage years, she developed eating disorders and became bulimic. Fraser said she went through…

dVerse Poetics Tuesday — First Window

First WindowOverbreathed, stale, closed systemwhere months feel like life sentence;where clouds press on in suffocation,denying screen’s supply of fresh new;too afraid of price to skin and purse, too blind to cost of lungs and spirit.Called by muffled crows & kite-straddling March lion glass, I reachfor latch and fling it aside, proudfor this one small act…