I've decided recently that I'm going to try to make all my titles for my blogs to be either song titles or song lyrics - although from time to time I forget....
So today's title is in honour of the fact that yesterday I found a lump. I'm not that worried about it, it's not the first I've found. The first one I found I was very wound up about given that it was near breast tissue and two of my aunts have had breast cancer, another aunt has died from it and my mum had a scare. Turned out to be a cyst. My logical brain is in control at the moment, and it's telling me that it's another cyst and nothing to worry about. Still means I have to go the the doctors and get it checked.
The second lump in the title is a metaphorical one. I got a letter this weekend saying I hadn't got a job at Eastleigh Youth Counselling Service. I was pinning a lot on getting this job - which, being realistic I wasn't likely to get anyway. There were a hell of a lot of people going for only one position. I really needed this job though, I need to get out of No Limits and this was how I was going to do it. I can't just leave though, I need the hours for my course. So I'm stuck there.
Jet Heeled Striker
Venue: Talking Heads, Southampton
Date: Sunday 17th August
Headlining: Voodoo Glow Skulls
Support: Jet Heeled Striker
I was asked after the gig what I though of Jet Heeled Striker. Objectively. This is hard for me to do, given that I have known the lead singer since we were fifteen. He means a lot to me, and my gut reaction is to gush over everything they said and did because I want him to be happy and to succeed.
So here is my attempt at an objective review:
Jet Heeled Striker are a five piece, twenty something (I'm guessing) rock band. Two guitarists, one bass guitar, one vocalist and a drummer. They started playing, I started smiling. I was excited as they launched into their first song; it was energetic and catchy. It had a depth that my musically educated friend tells me comes from having good musical organisation - or some such term that I didn't really understand. What I did understand was that I wanted them to keep playing! I've heard a whole heap of twenty somethings playing really mediocre heavier rock music that all sounds very much the same through their desperation to sound like themselves and nobody else. The result being every song merging into another and me getting hideously drunk on cider and black to cope with it! Here though I found myself sticking to the diet coke (nothing to do with me driving obviously - it's metaphorical!). Each song sounded individual, whilst at the same time sounding like Jet Heeled Striker.
Personally I really can't bear it when people talk for hours between each song - I've paid money to hear them play, not to listen to their poor attempt at stand up comedy. However, it also really bugs me if they don't say anything at all. On introducing Generation X, Adam said "this song's called Generation X, I read it in a book". This made me laugh. Maybe it's only something me and my friends would laugh at, given that I think the same copy of Generation X got passed around us all in our idealistic teenage years! They stuck to introducing the music and letting it talk for itself rather than feeling the need to talk themselves up.
They were together and cohesive way past expectations given that it was only their second gig. The last song left me wishing I could buy a CD on the merchandise table so I could put it on repeat play. Friendship aside, they were one of the best new live acts I've seen in a long time. I think there is quite a reasonable danger that I will become something of a groupie pretty soon!
Date: Sunday 17th August
Headlining: Voodoo Glow Skulls
Support: Jet Heeled Striker
I was asked after the gig what I though of Jet Heeled Striker. Objectively. This is hard for me to do, given that I have known the lead singer since we were fifteen. He means a lot to me, and my gut reaction is to gush over everything they said and did because I want him to be happy and to succeed.
So here is my attempt at an objective review:
Jet Heeled Striker are a five piece, twenty something (I'm guessing) rock band. Two guitarists, one bass guitar, one vocalist and a drummer. They started playing, I started smiling. I was excited as they launched into their first song; it was energetic and catchy. It had a depth that my musically educated friend tells me comes from having good musical organisation - or some such term that I didn't really understand. What I did understand was that I wanted them to keep playing! I've heard a whole heap of twenty somethings playing really mediocre heavier rock music that all sounds very much the same through their desperation to sound like themselves and nobody else. The result being every song merging into another and me getting hideously drunk on cider and black to cope with it! Here though I found myself sticking to the diet coke (nothing to do with me driving obviously - it's metaphorical!). Each song sounded individual, whilst at the same time sounding like Jet Heeled Striker.
Personally I really can't bear it when people talk for hours between each song - I've paid money to hear them play, not to listen to their poor attempt at stand up comedy. However, it also really bugs me if they don't say anything at all. On introducing Generation X, Adam said "this song's called Generation X, I read it in a book". This made me laugh. Maybe it's only something me and my friends would laugh at, given that I think the same copy of Generation X got passed around us all in our idealistic teenage years! They stuck to introducing the music and letting it talk for itself rather than feeling the need to talk themselves up.
They were together and cohesive way past expectations given that it was only their second gig. The last song left me wishing I could buy a CD on the merchandise table so I could put it on repeat play. Friendship aside, they were one of the best new live acts I've seen in a long time. I think there is quite a reasonable danger that I will become something of a groupie pretty soon!
But still I love to wash in your old bath water
The photographer on this link has just moved in with my sister. Her work is generally pretty wicked, but I loved this one for it's poignancy....
http://belindamccarthy.zenfolio.com/p202151706/?photo=h287084FC#678462716
...apparently she's about more than just shoes!
http://belindamccarthy.zenfolio.com/p202151706/?photo=h287084FC#678462716
...apparently she's about more than just shoes!
.. & I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain
I don't know if I'm alone in this, but I find it very hard to leave people, and feelings for them, in the past. Last night I dreamt about someone who shall be known as Aardvark. People with good memories may know who I am talking about. I recently found him on Facebook and have chattered with him on a very light level. Last night I dreamed he was spending Christmas with me and my family, and after studiously avoiding him for some time, we ended up kissing. That was all, it was all very innocent. Me and Aardvark had a bit of a thing almost ten years ago now, and muddled in with a boundary-less relationship was a good friendship. I'm not saying I still harbour feelings for him: that would be weird. Rather, I get a bit maudlin when I think of him, and dreaming of him reminds me of something happy and fun which is in my past. I don't know if I want it in my present, but I don't know that I'm ready to confine it to the history books. I guess I want to know whether or not I should go back over old ground, or whether to let sleeping dogs lie....
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