What I Have to Deal With!

As some of you know, Justin plays guitar. In fact he just doesn’t play guitar he more lives, eats, dreams and most probably shits guitar. He loves it and frankly I count myself lucky to drift off to sleep most nights listening to music he has written just for me and only me.

However, while it all sounds so romantic, lovely and all the ladies out there are jealous, it gets bloody annoying when he plays the same song over and over again. Of late his torture of choice has been ‘I’m Yours.’ Great song the first time you hear it but after three months of the flipping thing you want to hunt down Jason Mraz and bash that wooden box with six strings over his head for ever writing it.

So to give you all a taste of what it’s like to live with Justin and his 6 guitars, watch this video about 10 times before you go to bed. Heaven help me if he ever had a protege like this!



And because this kid is so flippin' cute, watch this one too!

Anywhere is... ie, NOT HERE!

I really need to vent. I’m not going to go into details as to why I need to vent but trust me when I say this; if I don’t vent soon, someone and most probably someone who doesn’t deserve it, will become the helpless victim of an obscene amount of verbal abuse.

When my brother was born, my step father’s mother came and stayed with us while mum was in hospital. Before mum went away for the longest 4 days of my life, she bought me an Enya CD and told me to play it every time the evil cow wound me up. Not that I have a problem with controlling my temper, more that my mum knew if I got to breaking point, I was more than capable of slipping a little something in her tea and tying her to a chair for the remainder of her stay.

So today while I stomp my feet, pull my hair, have a cry and all in all, throw my toys out of the cot, I would like to share with you a song that seems to calm me down and take me to a place where nothing really matters. Please enjoy this video of Enya’s Anywhere Is.

Gossip Girls and Parisian Café Music on Acid

So last night the boyfriend and I totted along to a gig in Angel. One of my bestest buddies is back from Aus, so it was a prime time catch up filled with gossip, passion and glitter.

The music was supposed to kick off at 4 but it didn’t. Yes it was one of these; ‘We’ll play when we want to play because we’re cool and colourful’ type gigs. So after many pints and waiting around, eventually the first band took to the stage. It was a 2 piece band consisting of a man singing and playing and guitar and a guy on Tambourine. Yes Tambourine! He didn’t hum, he didn’t sing, he drank beer and banged a tambourine. GO SON GO! While his mate poured his heart out into the microphone he sat there swigging beer and smacking a tambourine on his knee.

After being mesmerised by the tambourine the next band came on. I was like Parisian Café music on acid. Again it was a 2 piece band. Adorned with berets, one girl played the Accordion and Harp while the other rocked out on a mandolin and Violin. Both girls had bells tied to their ankles. All that was missing was the Sad Mime and the hand gun. Art house at it finest/ worst? I struggle to tell the difference. The boyfriend being the music man he is, sort of tapped his foot and nodded while Andy and I looked at each other and wondered WTF! It was like nothing we’d heard before. You could tell these girls were classically trained, you could see it in their eyes. It was like they were rebelling and trying to piss their old violin and harp teachers off. They sort of sang along with their sad music in a ‘Cats-Drowning’ tone. It was odd to say the least.

Once that was done the boyfriend and I headed home and discussed the finer thing in life. Like should we watch, ‘My Name is Earl’ or ‘2Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps.’