#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 l♥ve 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 …. 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 🙂

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.

#1097 Going Ga Ga for Live Aid

Ok fine.

I get it.

I have a thing about gay men…

They are some of my favourite-st performers, after all.

Like Freddie Mercury. It has been a very Queen-heavy week for me.

I’ve been coming home to an empty house after school drop-off and filling it with ROCK ROCK ROCK.

Today I put on a random playlist of the group via youtube as I set about in cleaning the house.

My Oh My.

I’ve listened to these performances individually many a time, but never in a whole, to realise the full context and width and breadth of their set at the 1985 Live Aid concert in Wembley Stadium.

Here I was, a little toddler, pushing 2 years old… and these guys were creating the greatest rock performance of all-time.

Have a watch of the exhilarating, fist-pumping 21 minutes. Tell me what you think.

At 2:45 begins my most favourite bit of the set. The intro to Radio Ga Ga, my current obsession.

But, for some of that context I mentioned earlier… over 70,000 people clapping in unison people.

70,000.

Just in in the UK. Because Live Aid was a joint concert effort to raise money for people starving to death in Ethiopia, and was back off the “Do They Know It’s Christmas” single effort.

While the UK performances began at Wembley at approximately 12pm, they continued at the John F. Kennedy Stadium in Philadelphia in the U.S, for a crowd of 100,000 just before 2pm UK time, with the concert amounting to about 16 hours of live performances.

It inspired concerts in other countries around the world on the same day, and the scale of this Live Aid event, the largest television broadcast of the time, was that about 40% of the world’s population watched it.

Most likely your parents… and most likely mine.

So when you take the above performance with all this info, knowing Queen were performing to approximately 1.9 billion people around the world…

WOAH.

Just let that sink in.

And his a capella section at the end of Radio Ga Ga, showcasing his vocal range and ability to stir a crowd, became known as “the note heard round the world.”

What a legacy.

“Alright!”

 

 

 

 

#973 Taking to the pedal

My deep and heartfelt gratitude did not come from our family event outing, nor during the bonding we spent there, the down time at home, or that cheeky ice cream we squeezed in on the Main Street afterwards..

No. It came later on in the day, after much tiredness, frustration, raging emotions, and passionate tempers.

It came when baby girl hopped onto her bike.

She got her first bike after our first Christmas here in our Sea change location. She was almost 3 and a half, and was more than excited about riding a bike that had her fave character, Dora the Explorer plastered all over it.

But, it was HARD. She found the pedals difficult to circle. A couple of attempts here and there, and though we regularly went back to it at the start, the bike soon found its place in a corner of the garage, gathering dust, while baby girl still didn’t have a good grasp on how to ride it.

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As it happens often in life, doesn’t it? We buy something, and it just sits there, unused and unwanted. We think something will be a peace of cake, but it isn’t.

Baby girl had said she would ride her bike all the time… and we thought so too… but she didn’t.

It’s always been there in the back of her mind though.

Like the streamers peeking out from the handlebars in the corner of the garage, so too did bits and bursts of other bikes pop into baby girl’s mind, or in front of her eyes, reminding her that she did not ride a bike.

She had one. She didn’t ride one.

It’s been picking up momentum lately though. Kids from her kinder will ride to and from the pre-school. Littlies will ride past our house with their parents. She even watches Disney dolls riding bikes on youtube.

She would say “when can I ride my bike?”

And we would say “you need to practice honey.”

So today… we practiced.

Sure, it was hard at first. The whole motion of turning your legs in opposite directions in a circular motion, combined with steering the handle, and looking ahead, is a very multitasking job! We had to keep helping her with her feet, pushing them around, trying to steer her at the same time, reminding her to go “forwards, not backwards,” and “look ahead,” and “don’t go into the grass”…

She started to get it.

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Just a little bit of encouragement, praise for her getting it, and she was off and running! Or should I say riding! There are still quite a few stops and starts, riding into bushes of flowers, and random sudden brakes… but to see her so happy, riding along in glee, telling me “watch out Mum I’m coming!”…

It just clutched at my heart strings in the strongest way.

And it made this funny, interesting and mixed up day, the best one. 🙂

#945 Sunday ‘chef’s special’ night

Hubbie has been doing something lately on Sunday night’s.

Wednesday night’s too. When he has been home all day you see, he takes it upon himself and becomes…

THE CHEF.

It is all the more sweeter, because I never asked him to do it, nagged him, or even dropped hints hoping he would take it on board. It just somehow… happened.

I ain’t complaining.

It gives me some time to do things I don’t ordinarily do. Often I have found myself sorting a part of the house that has recently become disrupted by our kitchen reno. Finding a box, that still hasn’t been unpacked, and unpacking it. Even if it’s just blogging about something, taking an earlier shower, or like today, sitting on the couch with baby girl while she watched her youtube dolls play, and I researched rugs, well, so be it. It is awesome, and any person would agree that no one would say NO to extra, free time to do whatever it was they wished.

I love it, and the dinner ain’t bad too.

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😉 My man, looking after me. I am very grateful for it 🙂

 

#898 Healing laughter

Last night when going to bed, I just wasn’t feeling myself. I was off. Down.

But then in amongst my internal searching for ways I could make myself feel better, I had a fabulous idea.

I could make myself laugh.

I held onto the thought, vowing I would put it into action the next day, and fell asleep on the hope of laughter.

This morning it happened. I was still feeling down and out, and this Winter weather has been seriously dragging me down with its severity and longevity.

I pressed the youtube button on the remote, and searched for a name that has brought me a lot of smiles lately – Sebastian Maniscalco

I’ve written about him before. I was first told about his popular “when you rang the doorbell 20 years ago vs today” skit ages ago by a friend, but I didn’t look it up then because, well I guess I wasn’t ready. Not in the way of not being ready for laughs, but just in the way of life preoccupying me and taking me away from doing things for myself…

like LAUGHING ’til I CRIED.

I brought up an 1 hour and 15 minute comedy routine of his that I’ve seen bits of, but that I’ve never watched in full.

Today, as baby girl was at kinder, and the winds raged outside, I watched it in full.

I smiled, I giggled, and I roared with laughter.

And though my melancholy remained in the background, I was uplifted by the fact that there is happiness out there, laughter to be had, and hope for good times is still around…

So get yourself comfy and watch the above routine, you won’t regret it 🙂

#860 Saturday Night In no.4 (with Sebastian)

Quiet Saturday nights in aren’t just common or easy in Winter… they are necessary.

And after spending the last Saturday night working late ’til 1am, I tell you the thought of doing not much at home, and hanging out with my loves, sounded like an absolutely fantastic idea.

After our pizza takeout, I popped on YouTube on the TV. No, there were to be no tunes forecast from our screen tonight. I was in for a different kind of entertainment.

The belly-aching kind.

Just the other night I rediscovered a comedian and a skit I had watched a long time ago, but at the time didn’t delve too much into his act and his stuff to uncover anymore of his hilarity. On this night, after somehow stumbling across Sebastian Maniscalco, I spent a good 30 or so minutes on the couch, past midnight, silently dying of laughter and the inability to breathe properly due to said, INTENSE laughter.

The skit in question, is below. I played it for Hubbie tonight.

It is insanely hilarious. And being of a European background, even if it isn’t Italian… same same. We watched that one, plus about 10 others, our faces in permanent smile positions, our abs aching from the laughs.

We need more laughs like this. Enjoy the show:) ↑↑↑

#839 Saturday night friend vibes

The night started off as a catch-up between old friends.

Dinner, antipasto, and a fireplace beside which baby girl could draw.

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Ahh, so soothing for a cold Winter’s night in early June.

And as with old friends, things can change suddenly…

Delightful tea mugs…

To cuddle time between bestie and baby girl…

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To then full-fledged passionate essays about the greatest artists of all time as shown on the YouTube channel!

Shouting! Standing from sheer inability to sit still! Fist bumps! We went from an easy cruise down a scenic coastal road to speeding down a tight and narrow laneway at over 100km an hour!

Success in a night is evident in that the vibe can change from mellow and easy to loud and boisterous, and yet the love, respect and admiration for one another in the room still remains.

It was one of those “we’re leaving now” nights… where we left 3 hours after the first mention.

But coming home late from a great night out, is a problem I am happy to have 🙂 ♥