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Just three songs?!

05 Thursday Jun 2014

Posted by toearlyretirement in Music, My Journey, Writing101

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Art, Artist Date, Bad days, Challenge, Depression, Doc Neeson, Hallelujah, Inspiration, Jeff Buckley, Leonard Cohen, Melbourne, Michael Buble, Motivation, Muse, Music, Nick Cave, Nine Inch Nails, Nurturing yourself, Opera, Pink Floyd, Radiohead, The Angels, Tom Waits, Writing, Writing101

Today’s prompt is to write about three songs that are important to you, and I’m really struggling with it. There are so many songs that are important to me, and the songs that speak to me at one point in time are different to the songs that speak to me now.

I remember when I living in Thomastown, I would have been 22 or 23 I suppose, and I used to get terrible bouts of depression. One of the things I found that really helped, sometimes, was to really just indulge in the feeling. I would turn the lights out in my room and lie on my bed in the dark listening to Muse and Nine Inch Nails and crying. It was a release.

Music has always played an important part in my life. I remember the music that my partners and friends exposed me to; Sean and Slayer, Kelly with his numetal and trance music, Damien who introduced me to NIN and Jeff Buckley’s Hallelujah, Wade, gorgeous Wade, who introduced me to so many fantastic artists and bands, and who had an amazing knowledge of all of them, even now I can recount some of his interesting tidbits when a song comes on the golden oldies station in he car. Wade was the one who opened the door to Leonard Cohen, and made me see the beauty in his version of Hallelujah. He showed me Johnny Cash, and Nick Cave, and The Angels (vale Doc), and so many more. Richard who lent me the entire discography of Pink Floyd. Aaron who showed me the genius of Dolly Parton and Elvis. And Paul for Die Antwoord. And Louise, the best poet I know, who shared Radiohead and PJ Harvey with me. And Jonathan and Gabrielle for Queens of the Stone Age, and Serge Gainsbourg, and The Cramps. And Simon and Kat for The Nymphs and The Bluebottles. I could go through almost my entire collection and tell you who each artist/band came from.

There’s something about the relationship between who shared the music with you and how you feel about that artist/band. Something more powerful than the music itself sometimes. An almost magical force that ties you together, the sense memory of the good times and a feeling of knowing the musicians because of how well you know the people who first experienced it with you.

For me, I could never pick just three songs. I could never say it’s ‘Famous Blue Raincoat’, and ‘The Perfect Drug’ and ‘Creep’. Because it’s Johnny Cash singing ‘Hurt’ and it’s Nirvana singing ‘The Man Who Sold the World’ and it’s PJ Harvey and Thom Yorke crying over Nick Cave, and it’s Skrillex dropping the bass, and it’s Michael Bublé making my knees tremble, and Tom Waits’ grumbling, and so many more.

And that’s not even counting the classical music that I played for years when I was in orchestras and bands, through high school and uni. It’s the solo in Scheherazade that I never got right. Or the operas that I see with Mum every year. Or the emotional roller-coaster ride of a great film score. And it’s fucking around with a bass guitar in my bedroom when no one is home.

Someone asked me once what song would I want to have in my head for the rest of my life. It was in highschool, probably 1999 or 2000, and I was obsessed with Marilyn Manson. I said ‘The Man That You Fear’. If you asked me today, I couldn’t tell you.

Music is mood, and music is meditation, and music is motivation, and music gives meaning to life. And that’s why I can’t tell you three songs that are the most important to me.

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Week 1 – Photo a day Challenge

09 Friday May 2014

Posted by toearlyretirement in Art, Photo Essay

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Art, Challenge, fmsphotoaday, foodporn, Melbourne, Michael Buble, Monash University, Photo Essay, Photography, Rod Laver Arena, State Theatre

The first week of this challenge has come and gone, oh how time keeps passing by!!

As promised, here are my photos, posted originally on my Instragram #dragongirlau (with my phone camera because I’m too lazy to transfer photos from my proper camera to my phone so I can Instragram them).

Day 1 - Journal

Day 1 – Journal

Day 2 - snack; an apple and a feijoa

Day 2 – snack; an apple and a feijoa

Day 3 - A collection of cheeses for dinner last night, and I didn't even have cheese dreams!

Day 3 – A collection of cheeses for dinner last night, and I didn’t even have cheese dreams!

Day 4 - From all of us here at Rod Laver Arena to see Michael Buble thank you for coming out and caressing us with your caramel vocals. So good!

Day 4 – From all of us here at Rod Laver Arena to see Michael Buble thank you for coming out and caressing us with your caramel vocals. So good!

Day 5 - I missed 4pm today because I was staring into the black hole of complete disengagement from my work...

Day 5 – I missed 4pm today because I was staring into the black hole of complete disengagement from my work…

Day 6 - from down below, this was an attempt to take a picture of the inside of the State Theatre in Melbourne, I thought it was arty.

Day 6 – from down below, this was an attempt to take a picture of the inside of the State Theatre in Melbourne, I thought it was arty.

Day 7 - today's prompt was taken from above, I found this abandoned scrap of knitting in the Ming Wing at Monash University, I thought it was sad.

Day 7 – today’s prompt was taken from above, I found this abandoned scrap of knitting in the Ming Wing at Monash University, I thought it was sad.

Day 8 - the theme today was blue, inspired by the blue Melbourne street sign I snapped these buskers, when I asked what their band was called the said they didn't have a name.

Day 8 – the theme today was blue, inspired by the blue Melbourne street sign I snapped these buskers, when I asked what their band was called the said they didn’t have a name.

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