I’ve decided to revive my highly unsuccessful ‘Song of the Week’ posting because this song has been in my head all the time and it’s lovely. So I thought I’d share the Jazz Hobbit, Jamie Cullum.
Enjoy!
I’ve decided to revive my highly unsuccessful ‘Song of the Week’ posting because this song has been in my head all the time and it’s lovely. So I thought I’d share the Jazz Hobbit, Jamie Cullum.
Enjoy!
I’m sitting in the airport (again) and am on my way to Australia for the first time. I’ve bought a bottle of Southern Comfort that *should* last me my month and a bit there. I’m off to see friends old and new – Jess, who I’ve known since school, possibly before, Ruby, former flatmate and marvelous Aussie, Ruby’s extended family who are hopefully putting me up for a bit. I might bump into David, who I met coming off the last plane and who needs to earn more about Australian TV. I’m definitely going on the Neighbours tour – hat self respecting fan with two board games and two best of DVDs wouldn’t? (I really don’t think it matters that I’ve not really seen it in 5 years…)
So my songs this week have been prepping for the oncoming country.
The first is from Nancy Kerr and James Fagan, two brilliant musicians I’ve been lucky enough to be taught by.
The Drover’s Boy came up in a lecture I’ve been listening to from La Trobe University about picture books for children and I’ve known it for a long time as this wonderful song. You should also look out for The Outside Track and Dance to your Daddy/The Flaming Drones, actually just get yourself the album. (No video available of The Drover’s Boy so here’s Dance to your Daddy)
As I’m also going to Sydney I have to include an ABBA song – it’s Fernando – simply because Muriel’s Wedding is an awesome film and I love the trip to Hibiscus Island where Mariel (as she has renamed herself) and Rhonda become friends. Ruby and I are off to Fiji later in the year and I fully intend to dress up in ABBA costumes and perform Waterloo before collapsing at the foot of a tree laughing and hoping that life is as good as an ABBA song. I’m also really tempted to go and try on wedding dresses and pretend I’m marrying Tim Sims, but I’ll rein myself in.
When I get on youtube again I’ll also give you a little bit of Monty Python’s Flying Circus and some The Fast Show that also help sum up what Australia means to me. Comment below if you want to guess what those clips might be….
And here they are:
Sorry it’s a bit late, but I’ve been trying to fit as much into the last few days as I can, as well as getting on with writing and trying to rest my back.
This week I’ve been in Vietnam and so I was thinking of listing the Original Cast Recording of Miss Saigon, but I can’t stand Jonathan Pryce as The Engineer, I can manage him as Peron in Evita – he even signed my book and video case – I just think he’s not that good in this. Plus that seems like an obvious choice and I don’t want to be doing that. I also thought about Billy Joel’s Goodnight Saigon, but that didn’t seem right either. Although Vietnam is synonymous in many minds with war, that’s not how the country feels to me. So nothing actually connected to Vietnam.
Instead, I’ve been thinking about the journeys, long bus trips I’ve been on over the last two and a half weeks. The songs (yep, can’t choose again) I’ve picked are both Elton John, both feel like they should be listened to as you drive along with the sun setting and turning the sky a selection of inky blues, reds and oranges with the wind blowing through your hair.
Here is a lovely version of ‘Goodbye Yellow Brick Road’ by Sara Bareilles:
And the ultimate bus song, thanks to Almost Famous, Tiny Dancer.
Enjoy..
As it’s International Women’s Day today, I thought I’d theme my songs to fit with that.
I’ve bought a pair of Dr. Dre Beats because I thought it best not to have in-ear headphones whilst battling a possible ear infection. They’ve been amazing. After about 4 days of not listening to things I was suddenly filled with a world of my choosing, able to block out the bustle and clamour of Khao San Road, bus and train journeys.
I’ve not had over the ear headphones since I was about 12, so every time I’ve put them on I have the feeling that I should be listening to Now 29 on a coach trip to Alton Towers; my lunch box should have two packets of crisps – smokey bacon and chicken, there should be two drinks, two scotch eggs (!) and sandwiches which are a bit squished. Instead I’ve had iced coffee in a can and char sui buns from 7 Eleven. (In case you’re wondering, I have Now 29 on the ipod, but have been favouring Now 75 instead.)
So I’m trying to pack, make sure I’ve cancelled all I need to, washed clothes, sorted medications, found passport, re-checked passport, but I’m also trying to put together a set list for a school friend’s wedding, so I’ve been searching through my singable collection to see what happy love songs I’ve got.
Ingrid Michaelson is one of my new favourite singers. This song is beautiful. Have a listen. I think you might like it.
(Click on the picture for her website)
Let me know what you think.