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Which Bowie am I?

Posted in Music with tags on 01/03/2014 by Jen Healey

http://www.zimbio.com/quiz/KMemZkqd8ci/Which+David+Bowie+Are+You/result/oNVAIJqFas0

What a result!! My favourite incarnation.

It’s been a while…

Posted in Comedy Genius, Journal, Mental Morsels, Music, TV with tags , on 22/07/2013 by Jen Healey

I haven’t so much as checked my emails for a few weeks, let alone checked on the blogiverse.  I’m actually dreading opening my emails, as I fear it might take a huge chunk of time out of my life that I’ll never get back.  There have been two things that have motivated me to actually open my netbook tonight, one of which is my wish to organise myself to get to the ‘David Bowie Is’ exhibition at the V&A before it ends.  The other was watching Russell Howard’s Good News, which has inspired me to debase myself and share a funny animal video.  I know this is not something that my friends will expect from me, but hey it made me smile, which was much-needed this evening.  Check it out –

I know, childish, but I don’t care.  Life is too short to be so fucking serious all the time.  Share some smiles, it’s the best medicine.

 

Thirty Seconds To Mars

Posted in Music, Reviews with tags , , , , on 24/05/2013 by Jen Healey

Not usually a band that I look up on YouTube, but after catching their latest vid on Scuzz, I thought I’d share –

Love this video!

😉

 

Bowie-ist

Posted in Books, Films, Journal, Music, Reviews, TV with tags , , on 23/05/2013 by Jen Healey

As Marc Spitz coined the phrase ‘Bowie-ist’ (see my currently reading shelf ) I thought it would be a fitting title for today, following on from the last post, a much more pleasant ‘ist’ and a pretty accurate description of myself at the moment.  I am, of course, very much looking forward to watching/recording the programme on Bowie this coming Saturday (Five Years).  Not to mention the smile I have when I see the cover on the current Radio Times in all the shops.

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Happily, for me, he is everywhere at the moment – even in the copy of the Big Issue I bought last week and whilst I was doing a bit of shopping today (‘China Girl’ was playing in the supermarket – as I was leaving).  I’m not sure if the term Bowie-ist is meant to imply that those describing themselves as such are anoraks, as I am not.  Only owning a meagre two of his albums (so far!) and being a paltry 30 pages into the biography, does not an anorak make.  I am well aware of that.  I don’t even have his new album, unfortunately.

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Having said that, his songs do heavily feature on the soundtrack of my childhood, which did make ‘Hunky Dory’ difficult to listen to for years.  Whilst reading the Spitz book, I did read a part that has stuck with me.

The Inchworm“… became five-year-old David Jones’s favourite.  Simply, it made him feel safe and hopeful when his increasingly discomfiting family life and shyness filled him with guilt and wariness.  The record was never far from his gramophone.

” ‘Inchworm’ is my childhood,” Bowie said in 1993… “It wasn’t a happy one.  Not that it was brutal but mine were a certain type of British parent: quite cold emotionally and not many hugs.  I always craved attention cause of that.  ‘Inchworm’ gave me comfort and the person singing it sounded like he’d been hurt too and I’m into that, the artist singing away his pain.”

Amazing that we are all so different and yet the same, I feel that ‘Life on Mars’ is my childhood, in a similar (bittersweet) respect.  Not that I gained comfort from it, or would have been listening to it by choice as a child, but I remember it repeatedly from my childhood.  I still struggle with that song, as it tugs at something deep down, where I don’t want to go.  So I usually flick past that one (and ‘Changes’) onto ‘Starman’ then ‘Ziggy’ – yes I’m listening to a ‘best of’ CD.

On a more uplifting note, the film Labyrinth is also ‘my childhood’ – hurrah!

I found this on YouTube yesterday, and I know at least one person who (if they aren’t aware of its existence already) will enjoy it almost as much as I did –

God I love that film!

Did you see one of the choreographers?  Yes, that is Dr Beverley Crusher from Star Trek – The Next Generation!

Bolt Thrower

Posted in Journal, Music, Reviews with tags , on 29/04/2013 by Jen Healey

Beware the naughty swears!  There will be a fair few today.

I have, until now, resisted the urge to drop this particular name on my blog, but I can no longer.  I have a cousin in a band.  A proper band.  A proper band that plays kick-fuckin’-ass metal, has released albums and tours the world!

His name is Martin Kearns and he plays for the British death metal band Bolt Thrower!  Fuck yeah.

How fucking ridiculously proud was I this morning when, after googlizing his name, I found this on Wikipedia!?! – Click here.

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That’s my cousin!!!!

I really can’t stop smiling when I think that guy and I used to play together as kids – good times.  Apart from one time that he got me into trouble over a certain story we recorded (featuring a Mr Twat, I believe) on my Fisher Price tape recorder!

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I can’t quite believe I found this picture either hahahaha!  (Source)

Anyway, here’s an example of him being awesome –

Ok, I’m done being all boastful now.  I’m just so proud of him.  Love ya, cuz!

Have a great fuckin’ day!

😉

P.s.  Bolt Thrower are touring soon – Return To Chaos 2013 – check ’em out if you’re in the area.

Bowie and Reznor!

Posted in Journal, Mental Morsels, Music, Musings, Reviews with tags , , , , , , on 27/04/2013 by Jen Healey

I may just faint from the ridiculous excitement I experienced when I found this video this morning –

Be still my beating heart!

I accept that I am probably a long way behind those ‘with it’ cool cats who have their fingers on the proverbial pulse, who have been aware of this collaboration for an age now.  I’m comfortable with that.  In fact, it underlines the opinion I have about music, art and literature in general.  It may be ephemeral, but that just means that it is there to discover at any time, you just have to look behind you once in a while.

That is the beauty of music etc. you can find something that speaks to (or for) you and is in line with where you are in that snapshot of the moment.  You get it.  You feel it gets you.  It resonates somewhere in your soul.  I don’t think it is an obscure, complex or unattainable thing, in fact, it is the exact opposite.

I may be getting a little off-track, but I enjoy ‘just going with it’, from obsession to obsession – or as I like to think of it – being interested and excited about something.  Is that so wrong?  Or weird?  Again, I don’t think so.  Nor do I want to get bogged down in defining either of those W words, today.  I’d take either over feeling world-weary or apathetic any day of the week.

Back to the star of the post, the vid, the lyrics of this are incredibly apt with my most recent perspective (realised whilst having a cup of tea in the park with a good friend of mine), which is that ‘normal people’ scare me.  They are so hostile, stressed and afraid of being human.  Scared that they won’t be able to maintain their apparent conformity with prescribed norms.  I’d like to examine the doctor.

I’ll stop before I get carried away, as is easy to do when you can’t hear the other person.

If I have introduced you to a tune/vid/artist that you enjoy – aces!  They are both seriously yummy too.

Pick your level for today…

…and enjoy it.

 

Simple things

Posted in Journal, Mental Morsels, Music, Musings with tags , , on 03/04/2013 by Jen Healey

There were times in my childhood when cash was less than plentiful, like a great many others, both then and now.  It’s something many people may feel is a cause for shame, unless they have made lots of money since then and have their own ‘rags to riches’ tale.  I don’t feel either.  I feel grateful for not having vast sums of money when growing up, and at present, believe it or not.  I’m not saying that being skint is fun, but it is not the end of the world, nor the end of enjoyment.  Yesterday, after staying up late to watch ‘The Genius of David Bowie’, I spent time pottering around the house picking up after the family listening to Bowie repeatedly.  This is something I have previously had problems doing, as it brought back emotions that I didn’t care to relive, which was a shame as the man is truly an artist.  This may well be my favourite song of his –

Although, the lyrics of this one are… very ‘Nietzsche‘ – wonderful –

It got me feeling all nostalgic, but yet with a sense of stoic and profound, smiling to myself and feeling pleasantly moved.  You know, that thing.

In fact, I have been testing the safety of looking back into things from my childhood, through my new ‘philosophy tinted’ glasses, quite a bit of late.  It has been both empowering and quite successful in raising my mood, for free.

Prompted by scanning quite a few jars of lemon curd a recently, I decided (or succumbed to suggestion) that I had to have some on hot buttered toast, which I did and felt reminded of some pleasant times from the past.  I enjoyed it.  Then, from the same prompt, it was tinned peach slices with evaporated milk – bliss.  Both these treats were not expensive, also, priceless in their surprising purpose of making me feel close to my lovely grandma.  Not in a way that makes me sad about the fact that she is no longer here, more that I was giving a little nod to my memories of her.

Remember these? –

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I have not had silver-top milk, from the milkman, for the longest time.  These were not delivered to my door, sadly, but sent over from my in-laws last week and went great with some weetabix.  Basic, yes, but that is often the most satisfying.

This post has been a little food-heavy, but I think that is one of the most direct routes to the past when, in retrospect, things felt so much more simple than now.  That can be a comforting, pleasant feeling sometimes and if it is one that is inexpensive to access then so much the better.

Music, also can be a powerfully evocative agent for certain times in our lives, for good or ill.  I am saddened when music that we once loved, and is thought of as defining a personal era, becomes difficult to listen to.  Which is why I’m all for ‘taking it back’, listening with different ears and perhaps associating it with something in the here and now, if there is not much in the past to hang it on that is not unpleasant.  It is a simple thing to enjoy, music, which is powerful and can be thought-provoking…

If you listen to that which touches your philosophies, life and perspectives, maybe challenges you and gives you pause to think.

What moves your mind… and hips?

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