168 hours

Wednesday, 29 April 2015

In a week's time, I'll be settling in to my final night in my hilltop home.

I'll watch the final spectacular sunset from my very own windowsill. I'll have an Indian takeaway as I'll have no food in and a dusty bottle of beer that needs drinking as I can't be bothered to transport it. I'll be sitting on the floor watching Netflix and listening to soul-calming tunes by candlelight as my lamps will be packed away. I'll sleep in this bed for the last time, under my recently acquired flamingo blanket, as my rotten four-year old duvet will already be in the bin. I'll be wearing the same hoodie, skirt and legging combo that I plot to wear when I rise at 6:15am the next day, stretch and drink a cup of tea, clamber into my car and hit the road.

I'll head for the petrol station, grab a quick coffee of questionable quality and a bottle of water big enough to last four hours, and make way for the motorway. Carefully planned playlists will get me through the morning, and I want to drive without stopping. A22, M25, M42, M5, M6, M56, Princess Road, right at the lights and then home. Or not home, but somewhere to call home for a few days.

I'll stack my boxes quietly in a corner and refrain from unpacking them and I'll bake brownies to say thank you for letting me stay. I'll walk into town on a hopefully sunny day and meet my new line manager and touch base with her line manager once more. I'll sort out my shifts, meander around the city centre and then take my sweet time in walking back again. I'll soak up the sights, explore little nooks and crannies, memorise scents and feels. I'll see what parks my new city has to offer and perhaps pick a tree to sit bare-legged under, just writing or reading or thinking.

I'll continue along my journey until I reach where I've parked my boxes, my car, and my soul for a little while. I'll have an Indian takeaway as I'll have no food in and a dusty bottle of beer that needs drinking. And everything will be the same. The same, but totally different.

Music was my first love

Saturday, 4 April 2015

Music was my first love... and it will be my last. Is it cliché to make your opening sentence of a selfish post solely dedicated to your favourite songs, an actual lyric? I've had a rollercoaster week so while I'm disappointed that I couldn't serve up a post this week if my life depended on it, I definitely need some form of a creative outlet. Today is the first day that I've turned the corner and began to feel more upbeat and positive and so I thought I would commemorate this, honestly, extraordinary occurrence with some absolutely banging tunes, and a few words about why I love them so.



R.E.M. - It's The End Of The World As We Know It
One of those songs that, shockingly, I always almost forget about. Until it's played on the radio and pulled from the depths of my dusty memory. Slightly gloomy lyrics coupled with an upbeat tune make for a brief moment of head-bopping, volume-increasing, heart-swelling happiness. I seem to know every single word and I'm not even sure how. And it's the one positive message that turned my little day around; it's the end of the world as we know it... and I feel fine.




The Go! Team - Blowtorch
This is a new tune I'm loving! I've always had a major soft spot (not going to lie, more of a boner) for The Go! Team, going back to their Thunder Lightning Strike days, and this recent song is absolutely The Go! Team I grew to adore.




Johnny Cash - Hurt
Perhaps a bit of a surprise to include this on a list of 'banging tunes' but music is such an individual preference, isn't it? The weirdest songs can make you smile and this is one of them. Yes, it's a totally gutting, soul-eating, heartbreaking song but because I believe that every single word that Johnny Cash sings in this comes from deep within, I feel the music. I believe in it. I think it just goes to show that the original songwriter, Trent Reznor from Nine Inch Nails, has stated, "I feel like I just lost my girlfriend, that song isn't mine anymore." The greatest compliment, no? It also shows exactly how powerful music really is.




Canterbury - Something Better
There's a reason why this is possibly one of my favourite songs of all time. It's just that I can't exactly pinpoint it. I think this, in itself, is enough of a reason to class it as one of my number ones. Another clear "music is powerful" indicator. Canterbury are (or were, since they disbanded last year) are relatively unknown band that I became aware of only because of somebody else, and their albums have been a continuous easy play in a world full of difficult decisions. This song, especially. It suits every event. Celebrating? Something Better. Pissed off? Something Better. Just because? Something Better. Every time, hands down. Literally every lyric sears into my bones and I can relate to every line. That, and the multi-layered vocals that border on atmospheric, if not at least melancholy, make for an unforgettable, undeniable tune. I'll never tire of it.


What about you? Pick a song, any song, and tell me why you love it so much!