I am not musical. I cannot play an instrument, have no musical ear or sense of rhythm, my singing voice is shocking and I can never remember who sings what, or what the words to a song actually are (I just make it up as I sing along)… but I really love listening to music and there is nothing like the feeling you get when a tune that means a lot to you gets played live, or when you are having a miserable day and like by magic, hearing the first notes of a song you love on the radio just cheers you up.
Alexandra at Broody Me set me the challenge to share my eight Desert Island Discs. This is difficult stuff… I cannot afford to be impulsive, really. I mean, what if you got stuck there forever? You had better choose wisely, otherwise you might end up with music you could not bear to listen to after a couple of years…
I know I am taking this way too seriously, but you know what? That is me! For those who know me, well, you know me… The vast majority of lovely cyber friends who read my ramblings (if not all of you actually!) are people I have never met in real life, so here I am… My name is Mel and I tend to overthink. I decided to go with my good old long-term favourites rather than more recent impulses.
My favourite band in the whole wide world is without the shadow of a doubt the Beatles. ‘Hey Jude’ is a song I could never get tired of, no doubt about that.
I am a massive fan of the White Stripes and their ending the duo was the saddest musical split-up I have ever experienced, especially since they did so a couple of weeks before a gig in London I had tickets for. I have listened to anything involving Jack White since, but Jack without Meg is not quite the same, even though the man is still a musical genius. The encore calling them for ‘Seven Nations Army’ at Glastonbury is bound to be my favourite live music memory ever!
As a teenager, I was really into the Guns N’ Roses, Nirvana and AC/DC. The latter is still what I love listening to most when I am angry, annoyed or just in a mood. ‘Thunderstruck’ rocks!
Teenager in the Nineties
I was really into Oasis and Blur in my late teens and choosing just one song for each band is a real conundrum.
‘Champagne Supernova’ brings back memories of one of my exchange visits to England as a teenager, of pubs and school kids in a band…
As for Blur, if I was to go by instinct, I would go for ‘Song 2’, but ‘Coffee and TV’ is the only music video I watch just for the sake of it so I will go with that one.
Jump Around and Pretend you Are 15 Again
Six years down the line, and I still have not forgotten hubby for not letting me go to Wembley to see the Foo Fighters on the grounds that I was eight months pregnant with my first child. Granted, he was the voice of reason (he often is I have to admit), but since then, I have actually been to quite a few gigs whilst pregnant, and I have found out that the more pregnant you are, the easiest it gets. Ten days before my due date with Beanie, my best friend and I got treated to great seats for a Muse gig (I had standing tickets) very close to the emergency services as the staff thought I might pop any minute (they obviously had never given birth before and did not know it does not just “happen”).
Focus, Mel, focus!
Now this is the one where you know I am not in my twenties anymore… I have been enjoying classical music for the past four years or so. I read somewhere that Mozart was the best music you could possibly listen to for concentration and I now listen to it whenever my brain has to be turned on. Needless to say, I listen to Mozart a lot at work, hoping it will counteract the sleep deprivation that makes me feel like there is wool in my head rather than a vital organ. I am particularly fond of ‘The Marriage of Figaro – Overture’.
An hour or so before I got sick with gastroenteritis on my wedding day (long story), hubby went on stage. He played the harmonica and sang Ray Charles’ ‘I’ve Got a Woman’. Even though the room was full, it felt like he was singing for me and me only (he was, really!). It was an amazing moment and it brings shivers down my spine just remembering it.
I would not be French if I did not mention something in my mother tongue, would I? The theme tune for Amélie (Yann Tiersen) sprung to mind when I thought of expanding on my love of French music, but there are other artists I am even more partial to. I do love a bit of Gainsbourg, Jacques Dutronc, Francis Cabrel, Louise Attaque, Kyo, McSolaar, Faudel, BB Brunes, Téléphone, Corneille, Jean-Jacques Goldman or Vanessa Paradis, but my favourite has to be Aznavour’s ‘Emmenez-moi’, sung by Les Enfoirés.
Oh, rubbish, I have just finished writing to realise I have nine, not eight song (eight categories, though!)… Oh well, there is no way I could remove one of them. Choosing so few songs was tough enough!
Just to keep the fun going, I am tagging the following bloggers:
Vicki at Honest Mum,
Steph at Misplaced Brit,
Jenny at Let’s Talk Mommy,
Karen at Tales of a Twin Mum
and Mummy Tries.
Would you have any songs in common with me? Feel free to share your Desert Island Discs by leaving me a comment.