Monday, 28 July 2014

25 Songs, 25 Days; Day 5

Day five; A song that is often stuck in your head

You know the song Royals, by Lorde? Well, that's an awesome song, but I can top it:


When Lorde released her original song a year ago, I loved it. I would sing it at random times and to Lily. I love how she uses her voice in that song and it's just so catchy.

But then I discovered this beauty a couple of months ago. And it is this particular version that is always. stuck. in. my head. With the crazy-awesome African accent that Alex Boye does in so many of his hitched-up covers, which is awesome. Even better? This guys a Mormon. Just to get it out there.

He does some awesome stuff, and you should really check out his youtube channel. Specifically this song. It just makes you want to move your body like you wouldn't normally. Have a go. It's really fun.

25 Songs, 25 Days; Day 4

Day four: A song that calms you down

I've found it strange how every day so far (I know it's only four days but still) as soon as I have read the topic a song has instantly come to my mind, and it's been the one I write about! I love music, it goes to show how much we relate music to things in our life, often without even realising how directly. 


I remember the first time I heard this song, I was sat in the car with my sister-in-law and her husband driving to Sainsbury's. Pete and I were still dating at the time. It was one of those pull-out-your-phone-and-type-the-lyrics-as-fast-as-you-can-so-you-can-google-it-later type moments. And it was magical. 

This song just has such a soothing beat. I usually loathe repetition in music as it is so closely associated with dance and house music which just gets on my crazy nerves. But the repeated riff in this one is awesome, and smooth and calming. 

I love it when songs tell a story, a real story that can be related to by people everywhere. So often now songs are just of people complaining; that they can't get the girl/guy; that they don't have enough money; that they hate society/life/everybody/all of the above. And that also gets on my crazy nerves. But I love it when songs offer solutions; give advice - set you free somehow. 

This song does that. Some might think because of the story in this song that it's considered "depressing", but it does really calm me down, gives me hope of finding my place in the world, and gives me hope for those I know are out there, struggling quietly with something.

Maybe it's the imagery of driving away with the one you love and leaving everything behind and going fast and figuring it out. And the way this song just says "No, this won't be perfect, but it will be good, and it will be worth it, and we'll be together." We'll just jump in your fast car and drive, and keep driving until we've found somewhere that works. 

Even the thought, the hope of such a thing for somebody in a terrible situation must be something like relief. 

Let's just take your fast car and keep on driving. Maybe today. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe whenever. Let's team up and go. Let's all team up, and drive. We'll be alright, we'll be good, we'll be calm. 

Friday, 25 July 2014

25 Songs, 25 Days; Day 3

Day three: A Song that reminds you of your Parents

Now this? This was an easy one. I don't ever remember being told that this was my parents' "song" at their wedding, I kind of always just knew. And it's a brilliant one.


What a beauty, am I right? Not really. Maybe it was just the way that this song was drilled in to me from childhood, in its many comedic variations, inlcuding but not limited to the following;

  • When I'm feeling glum all I have to do... is take a look at Mum....Then I'm not so glum....
  • When I'm feeling dim all I have to do... is take a look at Tim... Then I feel less dim...
  • When I feel like a wally all I have to do... is take a look at Hollie...
Etc., etc., etc...

My family seemed to find a word and witty line to rhyme with everyone's name, and it was very amusing for us as kids, and reminiscing now? It still is rather hilarious. 

But this silliness isn't the limit of my memory of this song, and why I relate it to my parents. It's also the way that my Dad would start to sing it at random times, and then my Mum would join in, and you could just see in their eyes how sincerely they believe that they are in possession of the famous line in the song; their very own Groovy Kind of Love. 

When I was younger, I did think it was a bit ridiculous. I mean, who even uses the word "groovy", am I wrong? (Though I must admit, the older I get, the more the word groovy sounds somewhat appealing...)

But to tell you the truth, my parents do have a groovy kind of love; the kind that lasts forever. This song just sums them up in every way. And I am actually really grateful for this song; for the laughs that it brought to our family growing up, and for the love that was brought in to our home through that laughter. And if you listen to it enough, it's actually a pretty decent song. It's honest; no cover-ups. It's not trying to be something it's not. It's just love. And that's just what my parents are; honest, loyal, loving, no fakery. Just an incredible example of love. Love you Mum and Dad!

25 Songs, 25 Days; Day 2

Day two: A Song you listened to as a Teenager


I discoverd this song when I was about 13 years old, and from the moment the first chord hit my inner ear, I knew it was love. 
To me, what was SO AWESOME about Yellowcard, was that they were pretty much deemed a rock band, but they had one thing no other rock band had; a violin, and an incredibly played one at that. I was just so psyched that my two favourite genres of music (rock and classical) had been merged together to create something epic. 

There was this one friend I had who shared my taste in music pretty much completely.  We always seemed to be listening to the same stuff on our ipods, and if I discovered something new, I knew I could show my amazing discovery to this particular friend and it would never go unappreciated. This friend actually introduced this song to me, and we would sing it together over and over just having the time of our lives, thinking that we could just sing it forever. And to be honest we could have. But time moves on and people grow apart and so did we. But whenever I hear this song I think of that one friend and the awesome times we had together sharing music and being invincible teenagers who thought that the worst thing in the world was a dead ipod battery and running out of phone credit simultaneously. I think that one still might make the top ten somehow...

But anyway, I hope you enjoy my contribution for my second day of 25 songs for 25 days - it's truly a great one. Let it take you back to that age of innocence when leaving town with the only person you know who appreciates music, and just running forever actually seems like the most incredible idea. 

Enjoy!

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

25 Songs, 25 Days; Day 1

Day One: A Song from your Childhood

So, I saw this thing on Pinterest (it's actually crazy how many of my sentences start like that) that I found whilst pinning "Journalling" ideas. It was entitled 25 Songs, 25 Days, and I thought it looked pretty awesome, so I decided it was something i would embark on, and share it here on the blog to get the bloggy juices flowing a bit more freely, and maybe have some fun with some fellow bloggers!

All that is required, is to pick one song per day for 25 days that fits the day's requirement, along with an explanation why you picked it.

So day one, is A Song from you Childhood. And only one song came to mind...


We used to sing this song in Infant School all the time. Seriously, like every Friday at the end of the day, and more often if we'd been good. Every kid I ever met at school absolutely loved this song, and would beg to sing it at every "treat" opportunity. It was either this or heads down, thumbs up. (Remember that one, eh? I sure do. What a game!) But Puff - that wonderful magic dragon - for me signified years of pure joy in childhood - Puff turned even the roughest, chavviest kids innocent at the end of singing hour, and every child (no matter how terrible their singing voice) would give this one their absolute all, and would literally feel elated whilst doing so, and then experience those terrible mixed feelings when the last chord sounded; joy at having sung the song = as best they could, but sincere pain and anguish now that it was over, with the knowledge that no teacher anywhere would ever be kind enough to let them sing it twice...

But when I became older, it was revealed to me that Puff supposedly signified more than childhood innocence and imaginations running away with the words of a song to the nearest beach with their very own pet magical dragon, and vowing when that dreaded third verse came that if they were blessed Jackie Paper that they would never betray Puff the way he did...

Anyway, my memory of this most happy children's song was tainted at some point, with the knowledge that Puff was not a magic dragon at all, and that the talk of Pirate ships and other wonderful things was all a metaphor for something other than childhood innocence fading away. I refused then to believe that Puff symbolized the tasteless smoking of such substances that supposedly conjure such magical thoughts in one's head, and still do now.

Puff lives on in my heart - how about yours?

Tuesday, 8 July 2014

It's contagious...

Pete's love of football is something I have posted about before. He lived in Munich as a teenager and his love of all things FC Bayern grew from there.

I grew up in a house where football was a word made up of two other completely unrelated words. It was maybe on about once every four years depending on how well England did in the World Cup and if it might be worth watching. I never supported a team, although I had a cousin who once played for Bristol Rovers, so if asked I maybe said them, but had no idea who was even on the team apart from said cousin. 

When Pete and I got married, I knew he liked to play a bit of football every now and again, but I had no idea who Bayern Munich even were. But oh, I came to know. 

When Pete and I lived in England, I still didn't have a team (although Champions League 2012 I told him I supported Chelsea purely to wind him up), and I couldn't have cared much less about the subject. 

But when we moved to Munich, something changed...

I'm not sure what it is, but there's something about this city that makes you love the game. Maybe it's the buzz after a win, or being so close to the Allianz arena, or maybe just knowing which parts of Bavaria some of the players come from, and the tense excitement that fills the air when they're going to make an appearance. 

And it's not just FC Bayern. 

Never in my life have I shouted to players on a screen who are in actuality thousands of miles away and cannot hear me, sincerely hoping that they win. Never has my stomach flipped over when the opposing team has even almost scored, or been sat on the edge of my seat in the 90th minute of a game with fingers crossed against them equalizing, and I have never even known more than like two players names on one team - and really, really hoping for a German win. Never have I wanted a team to win like this. Not until now anyway. 'Cause that was me, sat next to Pete with Lily on my lap - last night. 

And I know, I know, all you fellow Brits are gonna be hatin' on me. But I'm no traitor! England are out, so I had to find someone else to support, right? Usually, I wouldn't have cared. But this year? I really do. 

When you live in Germany, I'm telling you, it's contagious. There are flags everywhere, and wing-mirror covers, and Lei party necklaces, and face paint and clappers and massive posters of Schweinstegier and Oezil and Mueller and Neuer and Philipp Lahm's face is everywhere and everything is black and red and yellow and it is just so contagious and I just cannot help loving the Germans! 

I mean, who can't help loving the Germans?



Especially the one on the left in the green *wink-wink*. Hahaha...

So if you're not in to football, move to Munich, or any part of Germany, and you'll soon be joining all us crazy loons who aren't even German shouting at a screen depicting a bunch of people you have no emotional connection to and have never met to just get the flipping ball in the back of the net!

Yes. Los geht's Deutschland, kämpfen und siegen!



This one is supporting Germany - are you?!