#1637 Day 139 of getting there: Delirious

One of my favourite songs, is Delirious… by Prince.

And one of my favourite stand-up comedies is Delirious, too.

It makes me delirious!

It’s that famous Eddie Murphy stand-up from the 80s. I came across it tonight while looking up some comedy routines on Netflix. There’s nothing quite like finding something to laugh, to lift your mood, on what, this 6th day of a new 6 week lockdown, when it’s been cold, when it’s been wet…

When it’s been boring.

Although we didn’t watch it all, what we did watch had us laughing out loud and gasping for breath, and going “Eeeeee!” at his outrageous jokes.

What I found amazing when I looked up the show to see the year it was from, well I discovered it aired about this week in the States, 37 years ago!

It’s seriously as old as me!

YIKES!

But, it is some seriously awesome and very funny stuff. I’ll leave for you a little clip of his Elvis skit…

And meanwhile, I’ll catch up on my ice cream truck dances and Gooni-goo-goo’s some other time… ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚

#1630 Day 132 of getting there: Show them what you love

I think one of the best pieces of advice I could give to any current or future parents, is this:

Show them what you love.

In particular, music.

Baby girl is exposed to a whole range of styles. From 70s/80s Queen, 80s Prince, Madonna of ALL ages, pop Justin Timberlake, melodic George Michael…

to contemporary music like The Weeknd, SIA, Ed Sheeran, Justin Bieber, Tones and I, and then there’s folk music, rnb music, UB40, songs from movies…

There’s a lot of different styles that she hears from us.

When you show your child what you love, you’re showing them what makes you happy. What makes you sing. What makes your heart soar.

You’re not actually sitting them down and saying “this is what makes me happy!”

It’s in the everyday moments. Putting the volume up for a song on the radio that makes you smile. Dancing in the kitchen because Funny How Love Is came on. Laughing along to that really annoying/catchy tune “Pump it Up,” and then turning everything into that song…

“You know clean it up, you have to clean it up!”

You’re making everyday moments come alive, you’re making them more fun, and most importantly, you’re making memories.

Like today for instance. Following a week of letting everything fall to the wayside in light of more important things, I was on a cleaning frenzy. I had Queen on, FULL VOLUME as I went about the house doing my thing.

I was in baby girl’s room changing her bedding, when Bohemian Rhapsody came on.

As the pivotal moment drew near…

“Oh mama mia, mama mia

Mama mia let me go…”

I quickly threw some things in her wardrobe –

“…Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me…”

I ran out of her room –

“…For me…”

And ran down the hallway

“…FOR ME!” I squealed as I skid into the kitchen, with baby girl charging in from the lounge room.

And then we proceeded to do THIS:

Oh it was fun! The hair clip in my hair was knocking my head we were jumping and head banging so much.

And it was so cool, that I knew I could depend on her to run in to meet me near the stereo… just as she knew she could find me rocking out to a classic tune.

It’s got nothing to do with making your kids like what YOU like. That I am totally against. Children should be allowed to make up their own likes, dislikes, interests and passions, without their parents, or anyone influencing them.

I am fascinated to see what kind of young woman baby girl will grow into of her own accord, not from someone else she has tried to be like, or from someone who has made her feel she should be like them.

NO.

It’s about showing them your passions. They should be their own people. At the same time, it’s no wonder there are so many kids out there who followed in their parents footsteps, either by doing a similar profession, choosing a similar path, a like-minded interest… because they watched them obsess, fixate, and enjoy that thing, while growing up.

Baby girl doesn’t need to write. She doesn’t need to read. She doesn’t need to love Queen all her life.

But by sharing what it is that you love with them, you show them what a meaningful, purposeful, and beautiful life is.

At the end of day, whether it’s a life path of not… Creativity.

The arts.

Passion.

Inspiration.

Love.

These are the things that make the world go round. Teaching our kids about them can only bring beautiful things.

At the very least, really funny head-banging memories. ๐Ÿ˜‰

#1582 Day 84 of getting there: Soon we’ll be found

It was Sunday night dinner-time, we were doing our usual youtube merry-go-round, and it was my time to pick a song.

I was over the same old, same old. We played the same songs repeatedly.

Hubbie would play The Weeknd, or the freaking Roses song. Oh if you haven’t heard it, look up Roses by SAINt JHN remix.

I ain’t putting it on here. I hear it too much already. It’s a great song, but you know when someone repeats something so much, they absolutely kill it for you?

That’s what Hubbie does.

The other song he had only rediscovered this morning was Don’t Let Me Down by Chainsmokers and Daya. It’s only a few years old, but he had forgotten about it, only to remember it all over again and play it again, repeatedly throughout the day. And again, check out the song on youtube… but this song gets bloody stuck in your head to the point that you’re like ARGH! Get it out!

Baby girl sways strongly between the two of us. She will put on a song Hubbie loves, or I love… or she’ll go and put on Dance Monkey which she was obsessed with ’til recently, or some Frozen music medley, which can sometimes go on for 20 minutes, so we force a cap of 4-5 minutes.

Me on the other hand, well you all know I am massively into music royalty at the moment, i.e. Queen. And I punctuate that currently with Madonna and Prince. But like I said, we’ve been listening to the same old, for too long, and I wanted my turn to be something different, something we hadn’t heard in a while.

Something slow. I was in a heartfelt song mood.

It then hit me.

“What’s that SIA song?” I asked Hubbie, the biggest SIA fan I know. “Where she sings “I’m tired, can we just sleep tonight…?”

He continued the song, catching the words before he said confidently “Soon we’ll be found” and started clicking away on youtube.

He brought up a 2008 performance on Letterman. Yes, David Letterman. I was stunned that a year before we had gotten married, this Aussie chick was heading over to the U.S and making her big American debut.

You go girl.

“Let’s not fight, I’m tired can’t we just sleep, tonight…”

It’s a great performance. She sings it better than she does the recorded version, and watching her hands perform is as mesmerising as listening to her voice.

She is uncovered, so this is truly back in the day. No hair to hide behind, no short blonde do that covers her eyes and nose just so. She is characteristic SIA, which is one of the reasons why we love her, and she is giddy with happiness when she finishes her performance, jumping up and down in joy which can only be interpreted as “I did it! I performed on Letterman!”

It is so wonderful to watch.

The performance begins after 1:10. The song is moving and takes you on a journey, and it fit my mood perfectly tonight.

My favourite line? “Let’s not fight, I’m tired can’t we just sleep, tonight?”

So beautiful. Enjoy, as we all did.

#1545 Day 47 of getting there: music for every mood

I’ve said that walking and getting out and about will save us during this time of isolation.

But what is also good for our souls, is music.

It literally, LIFTS the spirit.

No matter what mood you’re in. There will be a song to either,

soothe your mind

get you energised

or have you all nostalgic and looking back in time with fondness.

Tonight I had a whole array of music to suit my various moods.

First I was listening to Bedtime Stories, one of my all time fave albums by Madonna. Bestie mentioned it to me recently, and I had certain songs on repeat, like “Love Tried to Welcome Me”:

“And I must confess, that I, am usually drawn to sadness,

And loneliness has never been a stranger, to me…”

I love the melancholy and violins in this song. It was feeding my contemplative mood as I prepared dinner.

Then something else happened. Like so many DJs at the moment, a family friend of ours was showcasing his turntable work, and so as we had dinner, we were watching and listening to old school RnB tunes during a facebook LIVE, and totally grooving along at the dinner table! Like with Boyz II Men…

“Baby I wanna do, whatever’s on your mind,

We’ll make it all come true, if you roll with me tonight…”

Yep, let’s ROLL!

And then, as I cleaned up afterwards, I was suddenly in the mood for something else ENTIRELY. Insert another one of the best artist’s of all time, with one of the best album’s of all time…

The artist formerly known as…

Prince.

“And if the elevator tries to break down, GO CRAZY!”

And what an amazing sentiment that is. He is totally telling us to just lose it next time something doesn’t go to plan, as opposed to trying to keep calm and hold it together.

Just let loose.

From the 90s, to the 2000s, and then back to the 80s, the music genres in our household moved with my moods, but every time I found something amazing that complimented how I was feeling…

That’s my idea of bliss. โ™ฅ

 

#1294 The party keeps going at 50

Pink beads and accessories, over llama-corn pyjamas?

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Why, it must be the end of another party night. ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‚

Another 50th, another amazing night. I say that like we have 50th birthday parties ALL THE TIME.

But it just so happens we’ve had some of our closest people turn 50 lately… and tonight it was my bro-in-laws turn.

And what a night. Bohemian Rhapsody singalongs, reminiscing with I Will Survive (many memories there) and a 2am wake up with Baby I’m a Star! โœจ

And we’re still going.

Good night to you… not for us… ๐Ÿ‘ ๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽถ

 

#1184 Can’t pass up Prince

I am passing a Cotton On Kids this morning as baby girl plays unknowingly somewhere in her school, 20 minutes away.

I see something. It grabs my eye. I stop. I gasp.

“F&^k off.”

“Get out of town.”

It all comes out verbally. I head inside. I look through clothes racks, close to the front-of-store mannequins, sure I am in the right spot but not finding that which I am looking for… finally I turn to the sales person and ask, “where is that top out the front?”

She shows me. I smile. I BUY IT.

After school I show it to baby girl… and she too LOVES IT.

So much so she immediately has to put it on.

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YES! She loves it she loves it.ย  ๐Ÿ™‚ Equally as funky as her Purple Rain Prince top is the army green trakkies I got her which were 50% off the second item, and suddenly, she is just rocking it.

I want pants like hers.

I promise I wasn’t buying for me… I promise I wasn’t living vicariously through her…

The girl genuinely loves Prince and his synthesizer.

๐Ÿ˜†๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽน

 

 

#1160 Foolish games, poetic words

It had been a big, fun, full day. From a sunny day enjoying the warmth, walking our cat on a leash outside (yes, a leash), baking up some Easter treats, and then enjoying a birthday with loved ones, it felt like we had done it all and in turn, were getting tired by days end beyond belief.

It didn’t affect the volume in the car though.

Like one of our favourite Prince songs, we were almost “Delirious.” Talking over each other as we drove home from the birthday, music blaring… I was surprised my ears weren’t ringing as they usually do when people started shrieking.

Hubbie changed the radio station while we were in full force. He heard the notes of something, and exclaimed “Oh I love this!” I recognised the same song he did, and we were both disappointed in our realisation moments later, when it turned out to be a recent slow song.

“Oh, I thought it was Jewel,” he said. He didn’t even have to tell me that. I had heard the same parts he had identified. We started talking about one of her earlier songs, and then the ‘mistaken’ song in question, Foolish Games.

Have you ever forgotten about a song you loved so much, but then as you start singing it, it ALL COMES FLOODING BACK TO YOU?

I lโ™ฅve those moments.

I’d remembered, that I had known the song so well. It was a slow song, a sad song, but one that told a story, a story so precise and real and true, that there was no doubt in my mind that Jewel HAD lived this tale, the images she sang were so real in my mind. They were poignant, and they were raw.

In my effort to recall it all, I tried my best to hum the first notes, the gentle piano tones rising up and then down, and then –

“You took your coat off… and stood in the rain. You were always crazy like that.”

I smiled at him, excited that it was starting to come back.

“And I watched from my window… always felt I was inside… looking in, on you.”

Meanwhile baby girl was starting to complain that our soft notes were too loud for her. This from the girl that had made me turn up the volume to 20 and “open the windows!” when Body by Loud Luxury came on. Oh, please.

But we continued. I paused as I tried to remember certain words, and then Hubbie would jump in, filling in my blanks.

Me: “You were always the mysterious one with, dark eyes and โ€ฆ. careless hair, you were, fashionably sensitive, but – “

Together: “Too cool, to care.”

Oh, it was great. We were literally pulling the words out of our heads as the music played between us, unspoken. We got all the way to the first few lines of the second verse, and then majorly stalled. I knew for a fact that I loved the second verse best, and yet I couldn’t remember it.

Thank God then, for youtube.

Hubbie pulled up the video clip on my phone as we drove. We sang along and happily filled in the spaces where we had stopped so suddenly before. But it flowed of course when she sang it, like we had never forgotten it at all.

Then Hubbie found a live version where she well… kicked it out of the ball park. She sang the melancholy song with such sensitivity, range, emotion, and passion, that really… WOW. Effortless yet powerful, all at once.

Here are the beautiful and poetic words…. and with it, that live performance of Foolish Games from 1997.

I think we will be playing a lot of this re-discovered song this Easter long weekend. Enjoy ๐Ÿ™‚

You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You’re always crazy like that.
And I watched from my window,
Always felt I was outside looking in on you.
You’re always the mysterious one with
Dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive
But too cool to care.
You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather.
Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees, and…
These foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You’re breaking my heart.
You’re always brilliant in the morning,
Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee.
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you.
You loved Mozart and you’d speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar.
Well, excuse me, guess I’ve mistaken you for somebody else,
Somebody who gave a damn,
Somebody more like myself.
These foolish games are tearing me, you’re tearing me
You’re tearing me apart
And your, thoughtless words are breaking my heart
Your breaking my heart
You took your coat off
And stood in the rain
You were always crazy like that.
~ Jewel.

#1049 The Prince doesn’t fall far from the tree

We are driving home tonight, on a Saturday, after having visited family friends.

We are switching radio stations… switching cd tracks… trying to find a song that will make at least 1, if not ALL of us happy.

I remember the ipod I brought into my car this morning.

I reach out, change the function. It immediately goes to my random shuffle of approximately 800 songs.

See if we can’t find a song now.

As I drive, I press the button on my wheel that allows me to skip forward tracks. I pause for a few seconds at the start of each one to see if it is something we like.

To be honest I like almost ALL the songs… it is MY ipod after all.

Suddenly, about 8 skips later, and with the all-too-familiar organ solo filling the silence in the car, baby girl yellsย  –

“STOP!”

I laugh out loud and turn to her, outstretching my hand. “Put it there!”

The song is of course…

In this moment, I am proud as punch. I turn to Hubbie. “She is 5, and she recognises Prince in the first 2 seconds? She is my daughter!”

And I couldn’t be happier.

We then proceed to jump out of our seats in tune to the song… even Hubbie can’t escape it. :):):)

#907 For the love of Baking

I am quite pleased with myself. Pleased in that I don’t despair too much when faced with the task of cooking or baking, whether for myself or for others.

I don’t despair, because… I enjoy it. A LOT.

It is another avenue of my creativity coming forth. It requires thought, planning, precisionโ€ฆ but just like the creative process, it also takes intuition, passion, and a healthy dose (perhaps a few tablespoons?) of spontaneity.

I’ve been baking a bit this week in the lead up to my nephew’s 16th birthday bash this weekend. And although I know I don’t mind cooking, the thought of making so much was initially, a bit of a worry in my mind.

How would I get it done?

Would it go as planned?

Would any hiccups occur along the way?

Amazingly, so far, none. Today was the last baking-fest, and each day that I had to prepare or tend to the oven, I’d put on a cd, turn it RIGHT UP, and begin the creative process in my kitchen.

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I have found real happiness and delight in making things with passion. With heartfelt intention. While singing out loud to Queen/Prince/Sia/Michael Jackson, other creative geniuses filling the rooms of our house with meaningful music.

I guess I’ve realised whole-heartedly, how important the act of baking is to me.

It brings people together. It carries on age-old cooking traditions and recipes.

It is magic, at your fingertips. Much like writing ๐Ÿ˜‰

And it creates love and unity. Nothing is more rewarding that your Hubbie and daughter stealing baked goods that you’ve created for a party, knowing how happy it is making their tummies.

I do it, for theย โ™ฅ

And that is how the magic comes in. You must do everything, out ofย โ™ฅโ™ฅโ™ฅ