They teach me a lot.
Don’t worry, this post won’t be an itemised list of all the joys of being a parent.
Just a band they’ve introduced me to called London Grammar.
As usual, I’m a bit late to the party as they’ve been going quite a while. Hannah Reid, the lead singer, has a hauntingly beautiful voice and the music is eerily sparse and melancholic with Dan Rothman on guitar and Dominic ‘Dot’ Major on keyboards & percussion. (It’s called ‘Dream Pop’ apparently.) Who new? Oh, you all did.
They’re a trio who formed in Nottingham in… do I look like Wikipedia? If you’re interested, have a read about them here.
I’ve picked out a couple of songs that I have on repeat at the moment. But, the more I listen to them, the longer that list becomes. (Although, I doubt that an old codger like me is their prime target audience.) I guess, those who know a bit more about my story will understand the poignancy of ‘Strong’.
So thanks, you crazy kids, (I can hear them groan and see their eyes roll), for introducing me to London Grammar, Sia, First Aid Kit, Billie Eilish, 21 Pilots, Melanie Martinez and the rest. You’re pretty cool, despite your parentage.
Enjoy. And have a very happy Christmas if you celebrate that sort of thing. And have a very happy holiday season if you don’t.
I’ll just leave a little something for my kids to aspire to…
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I found an old CD the other day. It had fallen under the passenger seat of the car.
The front cover was missing. It was like one of those Now That’s What I call Music compilations, except with decent Indie music on it.
I played it and it took me right back to the 90s.
It got me thinking about how we mourn stars.
I’ve seen quite a few posts from cynics criticising people who eulogise about our recently departed idols because we never ‘knew’ them.
And they’re right.
I absolutely loved Bowie and Prince but I didn’t know them. It’s not a traditional kind of grieving that one would do for a loved one, though. It’s a grieving for all those times when your favourite singer was there for you. Through the good and the bad.
They punctuate the important times in our lives. When we were happiest, when we were broken-hearted.
We didn’t know them, but they knew us.
And that’s why we mourn them.
Tara Sparling writes about it much more eloquently than I, here.
Why this Sleeper track? Well, it was on the CD I found.
Let’s just say, it reminds me of a great big exclamation mark.
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I’ve decided that we should have a week-long period of mourning for the recently departed genius that was David Bowie.
I know it’s probably a little presumptuous of me to take this unilateral decision. But I thought the world celebrates Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Nelson Mandela, Gandhi and even Princess Di. And what have they ever done for humanity?
They certainly didn’t belt out Queen Bitch. (Though I can imagine Nelson busting a few shapes to Boys Keep Swinging.)
There has been a myriad of plaudits written about the Great Man, by far more eloquent people than I, so I’ll leave that to the music intelligentsia.
So all we have to do is decide what to call this celebration of the man’s legacy. Initially, I was thinking of Black Sunday. You know, like they have Black Monday for the pre-Christmas sale and Black Friday for the day when everyone finishes work before Chrimbo. The only problem with that is it would have to change every year. Next year it would be Black Tuesday, (coz of Leap Year), the year after, Black Wednesday, etc.
Then I thought, how about the name of his latest, and final album, Blackstar, along with the date: Blackstar 10?
So, henceforth, the 10th January shall now be referred to as Blackstar 10 and celebrated accordingly.
So long and thank you, David Bowie, you were the Picasso of music.