So I don’t know if I’m too different to the rest of functioning society, but I feel like I get an awful lot of song lyrics stuck on repeat. They go around and around in my mind, until sometimes I think I’ll burst if I don’t hear the song immediately. Can anybody else relate to this? Know what I’m talking about? (Please) Anyone?
I’ve blogged before about Frozen lyrics burning their mark on (or is it in) those neural pathways through my brain. Grimace and I usually share a joke about going insane to either of the following The Wiggles tunes: Apples and Bananas (I know this is a cover and not the original, but my mind INSISTS on singing it in Emma’s tone) or Do The Propeller. I’m intentionally not linking you to these songs…if you don’t know them, DO NOT SEEK THEM OUT. They will not leave you alone. There, I’ve warned you.
If I’m lucky enough, I sometimes get songs I actually like stuck up in the old thinker… like this week. I’ve been doing a little reminiscing about songs from my later teenage years after seeing The Living End a few weekends back.
One reminiscing session on Spotify led to another and I’ve eventually ended up listening to Melbourne’s fantastically pop-punk band The Spazzys (I wish these awesome gals recorded more). In particular, their song Paco Doesn’t Love Me. Great catchy song, especially when all you can remember is “Paco doesn’t love me!” followed by my own lame imitation of the guitar riff. I saw The Spazzy’s once or twice, and was always a fan of their obviously-Ramones influenced pop-punk. I always had a good time listening to their music (live or just on lame CD). In fact, if my memory serves me correctly, Grimace and I saw them in the very early days of dates-ville. Anyway, here’s to 1990/2000’s pop punk for opening up my eyes, ears and heart to music!
Heading back to where all this reminiscing started, The Living End’s sold out show (Sat 11th June 2016, The Enmore Theatre) was brilliant – played all of their major songs since their Prisoner Of Society/Second Solution EP (to this day, still one of the best releases I own) plus some of the tracks from their new release Shift. So good to see a double-bass danced with like that!
I was blissfully rocking out, taking in the energetic set with some new and some long-time friends (take note, I didn’t use the term Old 《bruce, I’m looking at you》) when I had what I can only describe as a minor panic attack. It wasn’t in any way shape or form an overly dramatic event – I was fine; if I didn’t say anything, no one would have known. After acknowledging the anxiety and legitimatising/assessing the risk likelihood, I calmed down and was able to relax back into the show. (The panic that set in was all around thoughts of crazy people recreating scenes from the tragic events that occurred at Paris’ Bataclan).
As I’m not drinking booze at the moment (story for another blog. Stay tuned), I felt clear headed enough to discuss the feelings I had experienced after the show. I’m such a lucky gal to have people in my life who happily listened and chatted at the pub about why those feelings had surfaced…I’m sure most other people would have laughed at me! I mean, let’s be honest – I was doing a child/work free activity, why the hell were those anxieties coming to the fore?
It was an interesting experience to have, and one I hope not to replicate too much. It probably indicates the changes my life has seen over the 4+ years, and the responsibilities that come with creating a family. I think the reminiscing from music/times passed, coupled with the general mother-anxiety about future success for the kidlets sent my mind in to overkill. It’s made one thing absolutely clear in my mind though…I would dearly love to share a love of live music with Giggles Magoo and Little Mate… hopefully Giggles Magoo’s proud attestation of “loving punk music too” and Little Mate’s bum dance to The Spazzys are steps in the right direction.
Happy Thursday xx