Monthly Archives: July 2015

Hands in My Pockets

In 1995, I felt it was very important to start establishing some sense of a music taste. Though growing up in quite the conservative household, I didn’t know where to turn or what was actually cool.

My main music influences included my parent’s old collection of LPs in a cupboard such as “Come On, Ring those Bells” by Evie (which I actually performed an interpretive dance to and made my family watch multiple times, not even at Christmas time). Here is the album cover art, just to set the scene:

Come on ring those bells Evie

 

Another favourite of mine was Patch the Pirate, a series of cassette tapes that told the stories of a fun Christian Pirate (oxymoron?) called Patch the Pirate. Plenty of jovial tunes and catchy numbers, including, The Friendship Mutiny. I have come across better naratives:

patch_the_pirate

Though a friend of mine, Dan, who was 10 at the time, had a copy of a little album called “Jagged Little Pill”. I knew nothing about it other than it was cool. So I asked him if I could borrow it,to then naturally do what you did back then, copy it to your own cassette tape via a duo cassette player. Ms Alanis was everything that I knew nothing about, Canadian. And angry. Some guy did bad things to her it seemed, but then at same time, she loved him/them.

I played the album constantly and secretly, in my room. I wrote out all the lyrics (well what I thought the Canadian was saying), it was first time I ever did that.  I wanted to ensure that I knew every song, and could pretend to be angry just like her. And Canadian.

Though the one thing missing in the whole thing, her swearing. My friend Dan had taped over every swear word in the entire album (remember when you could tape over the tabs to re-record over the top?). He was a good Christian boy who had been made to tape over the bad bits, and obviously he was really sucky at doing this (in his defence, he was 1o). It allowed about 3-5 seconds of silence in middle of songs, many times. I would have to say it killed the rhythm of the song. It also stuffed up my lyric sheets.

But that began my first proud moment of telling people I liked something hip. And when I mean I told people, mostly my teddy, as he kept secrets.

Now I leave you with this classic video, oh Alanis…

 

 

 

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Music Sunday – “Say You Love Me” by Jesse Ware

Ms Jesse Ware, is very much underrated. This song from her current album, is one of the many shiners.

I like the words, its not the usual love blah blah blah. More realistic. Go Jesse.

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Music Sunday – “Tilted” by Christine & the Queens

Tune. The best song for 2015 for me, will be hard to beat. Then the addition of an incredible music video. Her energy and presence is entrancing, she is truly a talent. I thank my good buddy Phil for introducing me to her when I was in Washington DC last week. And this song will go down with full of memories. There is an English version and the original French version, though the French version has the awesome video. Play.

FRENCH VERSION

ENGLISH VERSION

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July. It is cold.

If there was a swamp nearby, I don’t know if I would swim in it. But if there was a staircase to a better place, I don’t think I would climb it. It would take me away from here. Do I want to stay here? Yep, where else is going to make me, me?

You can feel like you can run up a wall, do a flip, then return, effortlessly. Though try it. First time, you will pretty much break your back. I havent tried, otherwise I would be writing about a broken back. We dont want that.

Scented candles, are fine. They smell good for a while, then they just become overpowering, you forget you have them lit and walk out of the room. Stinky AND dangerous. That is why I don’t buy then, ALL the time. Just on Wednesdays.

Where did we go on the weekend? There was that place we ate, with the wooden cutlery that you placed in the compost on your way out. They had grass skirts.

This wall, it represented something. To the people on either side, it meant different things. One, freedom. The other, oppression.

Washington DC