Have I got you singing? Inside your head is there a little voice going “ch ch ch ch changes”?.
As a schoolboy I had a friend who believed that every single line of song that David Bowie wrote had a second and deeper meaning. We played along with him for sometime but eventually he just became too pretentious for his own good so we asked him to provide a detailed assessment of the hidden thoughts behind The Laughing Gnome. It probably ruined his life.
I am not overly fond of changes. The daily prompt has changed its format and while I can see it has many benefits and looks a lot sexier it took me a while to find what I was looking for. To be fair, this is probably a reflection on me rather than the new look as the phrase “Have you never been mellow” was staring out at me in 40 point font size (Arial I think, or something very close to it).
The prompt is wondering how we wind down after a hard day at work or at school (or perhaps both if you are a teacher, it doesn’t mention that). I think if it was rephrased to ask “how do your friends think you wind down…” then there would be a unanimous shout from around the UK. In fact, let’s try it.
Hey everyone. How does Robby wind down? What does he do to chill out when he’s not at work?
Did you hear it? They all shouted “GIN”.
Nothing could be further from the truth of course. Whilst it is fair to say that I enjoy a very small beaker of Mr Hendrick’s finest occasionally I don’t constantly totter around with a bottle of Tanqueray No. Ten at my lips. No, no, no. I sometimes have a glass of sherry instead.
Relaxing is one of those things that I occasionally excel at. If I thought I could get away with it I’d put it on my CV. “In my spare time I sit around and do nothing” but it’s probably not a wise thing to do, I haven’t updated my CV in years mind, I think on the part where I suggest my salary requirements they are listed in pounds, shillings and pence.
Thinking about it, I don’t actually do nothing. I’m always doing something even when it looks like I’m ready for embalming. I may be reading a book or I may be sketching a picture (usually in my head, the pictures that I draw in my head are invariably better than the ones that come out on paper, although whilst sketching a tree in the park recently a very kind -and possibly blind- old dear asked me if I would mind submitting a drawing to a charity auction).
The one thing that I will always be doing is listening to music. It fascinates me. I don’t mean classical music, pop for want of a better word. Almost any pop at all. It takes me away, it soothes my soul and mends my broken bits. Regular readers will know that after an unfortunate encounter with an asparagus fern my music centre ceased to function and for a brief while I was singing with no accompaniment. This is the one area where change has been good, change has been spectacular in fact. The purchase of a tablet thingy and a healthy investment in some blue tooth speakers has brought Spotify to my kitchen. I now have all of the music in the world and it is all on a little device smaller than an A4 piece of paper.
The only slight downfall of having all of the music in the world in the palm of your hand is choosing. With the CD’s you just look at what you have and think “Yup, I’ll listen to S Club Seven’s greatest hits” or “Today won’t be complete until I hear Barry Manilow singing Mandy”. Where do you start?
I’ve started with Motown. I think I shall work geographically around the world but what better place to start than Detroit. This means that whilst you have been singing ch ch ch changes through my little blog I have been Gladys Knight. Or more accurately I have been The Pips. There is surely no better thing in all the world than to sing the backing vocals to “Midnight Train to Georgia”, find a copy of the song, get a copy of the lyrics and just sing the words in brackets. You’ll sing “Guess who’s gonna be right by his side” and know that you have the glorious “Whoo whoo” coming up soon and a little bit of you will thank me for giving you such joy.