Waxing LYRIC-al

For as long as I can remember I have had music in my blood. Born this way I suppose.

I blame my parents - my early exposure to Jethro Tull, Styx, Alice Cooper and the then-banned Spanish Train by Chris de Burgh. Sunday afternoons my dad would rig up the turntable and he and my mom would take a trip down memory lane with us kids lying between the vinyls. Bliss. For the most part the Sissa and I were just captivated by the covers. When the sale-ability of an album was decided predominantly by the artwork on the cover.

I remember too the advent of the digital age. When music became available on CD, hark. I remember the day my dad bought his first CD player. And one cd - to play - just to make sure the player worked. It was Phil Collins. I have the CD now. And when I was permitted at the age of 13 to loan digital media form the library. Depeche Modes' Songs of Faith and Devotion. I was smitten. I had discovered a genre that was dark, macabre and best of all, my parents hated. Puh-leese, what are you teens for if not to irritate (this will come back to bite me!)


If my life were a compilation I would surmise it would look something like this :-

Sister Don't Cry - Collective Soul - to Sissa and Gecko. Because we used to sing it all summer holiday and get on everyone's nerves but we didn't give a sh*t because we liked it.
Down in a Hole - Alice in Chains - because its moody and poignant
Higher Love - Depeche Mode - because I used to believe I was going to marry Dave Gahan
Dig - Incubus - because I miss Gecko and this makes me think of her - 1999 was a tough year
Nothing Else Matters - Metallica - because I can play it on the guitar and it's a classic
Wicked Game - Chris Izaak - music to shag to!
Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve - I dream
Hold me thrill me kiss me kill me - U2 - seeing it live was awe-some! And I touched Bono's hand.
Wonderwall - Oasis - the Anthem of an Age. And everyone and every pub anywhere knows all the words. So when you're pissed as a coot you still sound ok.
Linger - The Cranberries - what Dolores did for rock music is priceless.
Flood - Jars of Clay - I found this tune whilst in the grips of adolescent depression and it helped.
Sweet Sacrifice
December - Collective Soul - to the first boy who broke my heart. I thought you were a schmuck when you left for the UK and left me behind. But I got over myself. And you. And now I know you're a good person.
Everlong - Foo Fighters - the year 2000. Times of change
Tusk - Fleetwood Mac - because I'm an old soul.
Sparkle - LIVE - reminds me of meeting all his majesty's mates. Good times.
Porcelain - Moby
Come Along - Tityo - reminds me of the times his majesty and I would go horse-riding by ourselves. Magic. Leather and long-grass
Everyday should be a holiday - The Dandy Warhols -
Come Back Down - Bush - because if he hadn't met Gwen S then I would be Mrs Rossdale!
Mmmmmmmm - Crash Test Dummies - its high school all over again
Butterfly - Crazytown - its got a wicked beat! It's almost like a superhero theme tune
Smack my bitch up - The Prodigy - this is not an ode to wife battery but a lament to misunderstood boys.
Right Here Right now - Fatboy Slim
I would die for you - Garbage - Leo as Romeo and Clare as Julie - this movie attained cult status on 1996. And like any hot-blooded teenage girl I was hooked.
The roof is on fire - The Bloodhound Gang - just reminds me on someone I used to know

It seems like every "rite of passage" in my life has been marked by some piece of music. Perhaps my brain does this subconsciously - maybe its taking note of whats going on and putting it away for reference later.

High School, first dance, matric, first kiss (which was before matric in case you were wondering!), losing a lover, finding another lover, meeting his majesty, honeymoon, holidays, argh, all of it a string of music playing over in my head. And as new memories are added so too is more music.

The list could go on. Its shocking. I haven't even got started on the rest of my collection. Pathetic I know. Its funny how I cannot walk through a noisy mall for fear of GBH but I can relax when I am cranking up the volume on my mp3 player. Auditory zen!

Newsflash - at the tender age of 8 I picked up the guitar for the first time and have never put it down again. Again I blame my father, twas he who inspired me to a certain degree. Until I learnt the fine art of tablature and could show him a thing or two, albeit briefly. Well I am no Hendrix, I can twang a tune or 2. And his majesty adores my skills so as previous stated, if he digs it then nuff said eh?! I hardly have a vast repertoire, but crack the nod to come on over and I will gladly whip out the strings and flick a ditty for you. Now to work on my singing skills and I may yet be the complete package.

Why not leave a comment telling me what your fave tune of all time is? Would be fun to see!

NOTE! To my friend, Peter Sargent - I still reel at you graciously allowing me to play your Ovation Adamas