“Mary’s in a room all black n blue on a Sunday morning in Saturday’s shoes/We don’t choose who we love, we don’t choose”
Did we end up in a paddock last night? Because I swear to you a hooved animal stood on my foot and bruised it.I know for a fact we ended up in the Auckland Harbour.
I also know that we have gloriously loud singing voices. Louder than a band could play. Possibly the loudest reindition of Sex on Fire ever in the whole world happened last night. (I know Noodle heard us in Germany). The band laughed at us. We fell on the band.
I know we did a Brad and Ange and adopted a small child from an almost non-existent nation. The child goes by the tribal name of Debado.
At least this time I wasn’t accosted, told never to leave the country and proposed to (that was Friday- the poor guy in question was more forward than most to say the least).
All this aside, let us now reflect on songs. In particular that one song which sends thrills down your spine and lumps rise in your throat. Of course lonliness can be shit. But for me, a lack of a song is even more shit. It makes me bored. Uninspired. Fed up with the world.What is even better, is when an entire album contains songs which all jolt you and stir up whatever there is to stir in a place where only music can reach. Let us take, for example, ‘Keep it Hid’ by Dan Auerbach. 'Whispered Words' and 'When the Night Comes' are incredible songs. They absolutely play unfound notes with my heart strings. 'The Prowl' is a pot of hot sex. We were discussing what it made us imagine... Napes of necks, denim cutoff shorts, stilettos, a hot day and a shadowy bar in the middle of a desert with a jukebox. And a very slow striptease-esque dance. Imagine that heat.
Did we end up in a paddock last night? Because I swear to you a hooved animal stood on my foot and bruised it.I know for a fact we ended up in the Auckland Harbour.
I also know that we have gloriously loud singing voices. Louder than a band could play. Possibly the loudest reindition of Sex on Fire ever in the whole world happened last night. (I know Noodle heard us in Germany). The band laughed at us. We fell on the band.
I know we did a Brad and Ange and adopted a small child from an almost non-existent nation. The child goes by the tribal name of Debado.
At least this time I wasn’t accosted, told never to leave the country and proposed to (that was Friday- the poor guy in question was more forward than most to say the least).
All this aside, let us now reflect on songs. In particular that one song which sends thrills down your spine and lumps rise in your throat. Of course lonliness can be shit. But for me, a lack of a song is even more shit. It makes me bored. Uninspired. Fed up with the world.What is even better, is when an entire album contains songs which all jolt you and stir up whatever there is to stir in a place where only music can reach. Let us take, for example, ‘Keep it Hid’ by Dan Auerbach. 'Whispered Words' and 'When the Night Comes' are incredible songs. They absolutely play unfound notes with my heart strings. 'The Prowl' is a pot of hot sex. We were discussing what it made us imagine... Napes of necks, denim cutoff shorts, stilettos, a hot day and a shadowy bar in the middle of a desert with a jukebox. And a very slow striptease-esque dance. Imagine that heat.
KTB would probably also enjoy a dance in the same bar to ‘My Last Mistake’... after Tequila. Or drown their sorrows to ‘When I Left The Room’... Truly there is not a song on that album that would clash with that sexy little bar in the desert.
A bit of a sing-a-long wouldn’t go amiss either... In my dreams right now it would be me with my voice after a hard night on the Finecuts... Slightly husky, leaning forward into the mic singing Ray LaMontagne’s ‘Jolene’ as I played with the threads on my shorts and swigged from a bottle.
Lord I have a rampant imagination. Awesomely it will be a reality one day.
T xx
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