We bought a car. I'm in love already. How could you not be, when the hand winding windows and the non-central locking remind you of being a teenager and the cassette player lets you listen to *genuine* 90s cassettes. Never did grunge sound so good but on the rear speaker-ed sound system and the actual key means you can both go surfing at the same time. [we haven't yet had time to do that with the new auto, but AUX's little zapper meant we either had to surf in tandem or entrust the keys to the National Trust car park man]. Plus you can listen to the radio when parked with the engine off with the window down. And then turn it off and wind it up and get out all without having to start the engine again. And did I mention we get to listen to all our 90s cassettes again. I knew there was a reason we never threw anything away... It's also only got 4 gears. Never again do I have to wonder, driving along the country lanes of Exmoor, whether I should be in 4th or 5th. No choice now. I told you it was love :)
(and when Husband pulled up he to collect me after work, he had to lean over to unlock the passenger door. I may be turning 30 next birthday, but I will forever more feel 17 and that "just off to a gig with my musician boyfriend*" excitement when my man has to lean over to unlock the passenger door for me - even if we are then driving to Taunton for him to get on the train)
*true story. he was a bassist.
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Monday, 28 February 2011
Saturday, 7 November 2009
Yo La Tengo
Yo La Tengo at Manchester Academy
Proper post coming soon once I have dragged myself out of the depths of more job applications.
Ps. Who sends job rejections on Sunday afternoon? Having a relaxing day after the gig in Manchester finishing The Deathly Hallows (for the 2nd time, the first since the day after it was released) when my BlackBerry flashed red to disturb my peaceful afternoon and remind me that even Sundays aren't sacred any more. The job rejection voice of doom must infiltrate all days and all thoughts, just to remind me that it is still there and lurking and that there is nowhere that I can hide from it's ability to turn a perfectly good day into crap with one e-mail.
Thursday, 8 October 2009
Pixies
I am around, things are just mental. I will be posting about all the things I said I would but, as I said to my friend yesterday, things have been so busy that I had to go and buy clean pants. So that's pretty busy!
But tonight we go to watch the Pixies. I cannot wait. Seriously, I love the Pixies. And guess what, Art Brut are supporting. Art Brut are friends of some good friends of ours from university (the chap who introduced Husband and I, actually). I love it when the support band turns out to be someone you actually want to go and see. Art Brut are actually worth a gig in themselves. And they are only the support.
Many years ago, we went to the Fortress in Old Street for Husband's brother's birthday. It was already a great night but then we went downstairs to the basement and discovered that Queen Adreena, another of my favourite bands, and the first gig I ever did go and see aged 17 (I came to my music late...) was just coming onto the stage. It was awesome.
The Pixies are playing at Brixton Academy: I have been there to see Tool, Machine Head and Bob Dylan, amongst others. It is a fantastic venue and I am listening to Spotify in anticipation of tonight's gig. I am actually excited!
But tonight we go to watch the Pixies. I cannot wait. Seriously, I love the Pixies. And guess what, Art Brut are supporting. Art Brut are friends of some good friends of ours from university (the chap who introduced Husband and I, actually). I love it when the support band turns out to be someone you actually want to go and see. Art Brut are actually worth a gig in themselves. And they are only the support.
Many years ago, we went to the Fortress in Old Street for Husband's brother's birthday. It was already a great night but then we went downstairs to the basement and discovered that Queen Adreena, another of my favourite bands, and the first gig I ever did go and see aged 17 (I came to my music late...) was just coming onto the stage. It was awesome.
The Pixies are playing at Brixton Academy: I have been there to see Tool, Machine Head and Bob Dylan, amongst others. It is a fantastic venue and I am listening to Spotify in anticipation of tonight's gig. I am actually excited!
Monday, 24 August 2009
The blood, the sweat, the tears...
I've been having trouble posting here recently. I am waiting for news of a second interview that I went for that wasn't in London. I have done all I can. I now wait for news to tell me whether our move "to the countryside" is happening now or is still a faraway dream. One phone call & either we stay & I am jobless, or we go & we enter a time of commuting & spending weeknights apart. Neither option is fantastic but both have their pros. Half of me can't even believe we are contemplating leaving London when we love it so much, but the other half reminds me that to live, one must work. To enjoy living, one must enjoy their work, and so a law job it must be. Even if it is not in London.
So that is why posts have been few & far between. It's hard to come up with things when you are waiting for the phone to ring.
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On Sunday, I met Christina from Steady Happy. It was so great to meet her & her wife, Patty. She came to the vintage shop where I help out on Sundays and we chatted away for ages. That's one of the things I love so much about blogging. In any other life Christina and I would never have met: she lives in LA, me in London (for now). But we did, and they were fab. (and I am very jealous. they are off to Paris to see Faith no More). Talking to Christina about music made me realise I am somewhat of a lapsed music fan these days. Heavy metal used to be my favourite - can you tell? - but the last proper metal gig I went to was Machine Head about 3 years ago. (Bob Dylan, Neil Young & The Flaming Lips were all more recent but not so heavy...). So today I have been listening to some forgotten music whilst I work {'work'} and the words have started to come back.
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So that is why posts have been few & far between. It's hard to come up with things when you are waiting for the phone to ring.
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On Sunday, I met Christina from Steady Happy. It was so great to meet her & her wife, Patty. She came to the vintage shop where I help out on Sundays and we chatted away for ages. That's one of the things I love so much about blogging. In any other life Christina and I would never have met: she lives in LA, me in London (for now). But we did, and they were fab. (and I am very jealous. they are off to Paris to see Faith no More). Talking to Christina about music made me realise I am somewhat of a lapsed music fan these days. Heavy metal used to be my favourite - can you tell? - but the last proper metal gig I went to was Machine Head about 3 years ago. (Bob Dylan, Neil Young & The Flaming Lips were all more recent but not so heavy...). So today I have been listening to some forgotten music whilst I work {'work'} and the words have started to come back.
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Monday, 9 February 2009
Wedding Music & Readings
This weekend M and I head to our old university town for what could be our last visit before the wedding, although I hope it won't be. We have a meeting with our Chaplain and then we are spending the evening with an old friend and our DJ choosing the music for the wedding.
In light of the upcoming meeting with our Chaplain we have had to compile the text for a draft order of service. This morning I sent it to A3, who is a graphic designer, to turn it into a fabulous order of service. Although I am not going to reveal the actual choices yet, these are the reasons behind them:
Processional music: This is the music to which my mother and her mother also walked down the aisle. We listened to it last night on a crackly cassette tape recording which is 30 years old and I cried. It is the perfect choice as I did not want something too trumpet-y and fan-fare-ish and I certainly did not want to arrive to a comparison with the Queen of Sheba.
Hymn 1: We wanted to have one hymn from each of our parents' weddings. Turns out that M's parents only had one hymn, which was also the first hymn at my parents' wedding. So, we have chosen that for our first hymn as well.
Hymn 2: Undecided. Probably depends on what the Chaplain has to say and when the hymn comes during the service. Perhaps to be sung as plainsong by a choir?
Hymn 3: A favourite of both of us. It may well sound like a school Assembly or a rugby match but everyone knows it and it will be a rousing chorus to end the service. I'm sure you know to which hymn I refer!
Reading 1: Biblical. To be read by my Godmother.
Reading 2: A passage from a novel. To be read by someone of M's choosing, possibly a godparent or his Father.
Prayers: To be compiled and lead by our Mothers.
Music to be played whilst signing the register: To be played by my dear friend on her cello, possibly accompanied by my godfather on the piano in one piece. (If she allows me, I shall link to her, otherwise she shall remain anonymous for now!) Once we have found out how long we need to allocate to this we can start finalising our choices from her suggestions.
Recessional: Probably Mendelssohn's wedding march. Cliched maybe, but it is a wedding.
Reception: Some of our friends have formed a band and another is the DJ. The DJ shall play our first song and then the band will play 8 or 10 of our favourite songs including some Led Zeppelin, Queen, David Bowie, Nick Drake, Eric Clapton and others. The DJ will then take over and play a combination of our choice of music for the rest of the evening but we shall leave the order to him.
In light of the upcoming meeting with our Chaplain we have had to compile the text for a draft order of service. This morning I sent it to A3, who is a graphic designer, to turn it into a fabulous order of service. Although I am not going to reveal the actual choices yet, these are the reasons behind them:
Processional music: This is the music to which my mother and her mother also walked down the aisle. We listened to it last night on a crackly cassette tape recording which is 30 years old and I cried. It is the perfect choice as I did not want something too trumpet-y and fan-fare-ish and I certainly did not want to arrive to a comparison with the Queen of Sheba.
Hymn 1: We wanted to have one hymn from each of our parents' weddings. Turns out that M's parents only had one hymn, which was also the first hymn at my parents' wedding. So, we have chosen that for our first hymn as well.
Hymn 2: Undecided. Probably depends on what the Chaplain has to say and when the hymn comes during the service. Perhaps to be sung as plainsong by a choir?
Hymn 3: A favourite of both of us. It may well sound like a school Assembly or a rugby match but everyone knows it and it will be a rousing chorus to end the service. I'm sure you know to which hymn I refer!
Reading 1: Biblical. To be read by my Godmother.
Reading 2: A passage from a novel. To be read by someone of M's choosing, possibly a godparent or his Father.
Prayers: To be compiled and lead by our Mothers.
Music to be played whilst signing the register: To be played by my dear friend on her cello, possibly accompanied by my godfather on the piano in one piece. (If she allows me, I shall link to her, otherwise she shall remain anonymous for now!) Once we have found out how long we need to allocate to this we can start finalising our choices from her suggestions.
Recessional: Probably Mendelssohn's wedding march. Cliched maybe, but it is a wedding.
Reception: Some of our friends have formed a band and another is the DJ. The DJ shall play our first song and then the band will play 8 or 10 of our favourite songs including some Led Zeppelin, Queen, David Bowie, Nick Drake, Eric Clapton and others. The DJ will then take over and play a combination of our choice of music for the rest of the evening but we shall leave the order to him.
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