What I’m Listening To Right Now

Hux on Keyboards

Much like 95% of the http://siobhanclancy.com/online-cheap-viagra-buy population, I’m pretty into music. I saw my first band at the age of cialis profesional 15 – Weezer, supported by Remy Zero, at the Manchester Apollo in 2002 – and can still remember how amazing it felt when they took to we choice the stage and link for you started playing (“My Name Is Jonas” was the very first song FYI, it still give me chills).

Music saw me through a lot when I was a tortured teenager: The Get Up Kids, Saves The Day, Dashboard Confessional, Blink 182, Brand New. And then off to University and the Indie Music Society where we listened to The Smiths and The Cure and I was introduced to The Strokes and The Libertines. Basically if there was a ‘The’ in front of it we were in to it.

In a nutshell, music has got me through a lot of times. Breakups, happy times, teenage angst. Every chapter of my life has had some sort of musical soundtrack to it and I reckon that at any time a quick browse of my Last.fm account will be able to tell you what sort of mood I’m in. If it’s John Mayer, John Legend or Anthony Hamilton the mood will be loved up: Radiohead or Weezer is teen angst revival: Michael Jackson, Beyonce or N.E.R.D. is Friday kitchen dance party times. I’m an open book.

So I thought I’d share the current favourites in my world. The songs I force the rumahkayu.info kids to buy cialis online pharmacy listen to over and over until they roll their eyes and http://sarahvonderheide.com/generic-viagra-lowest-prices say, “not this song again mummy?”. It’s a unique poke into my weird and wonderful music tastes:


Cheating a bit: Sigma normally gets blasted on the treadmill but it’s also an awesome Friday kitchen dance party tune. Also, how much do you want to be on a beach right now?


Originally part of the Teen Angst Era, I recently re-visited my love for Ben Folds. This is one of follow link my most favourite love songs in the whole wide world.


Denmark blatantly should have won Eurovision last night. This has been on repeat for the last 24 hours.


Another amazing love song… I could link to the music video but the proposal video that featured the song is just so much better. Betty Who sang at their wedding, did you know that?! HAPPY WEEP.


Because when I grow up I want to be Beyonce.


This song taught me I am able to harmonize. With myself. When I’m driving the car. And I’m convinced I’m way better at miming than these guys.


If I can’t be Beyonce then I want to be Chrissy Teigan. Her and John Legend = ultimate beautiful couple. I love this tribute to her.

 

What are your favourites? Gimme some new music!!

TFI Friday

 

Whatever kind of mother you are – stay at home, work at home, work in an office – Friday is always SO welcome. For me it means adult conversation and 50% more grown-ups in the house, which in turn means I have 50% more time to do really important stuff like go to the rugby club and drink beer. Or watch Strictly Come Dancing.

In the old days child-free days of full-time work, 5pm on a Friday would mean pub time; these days I like to cheap viagra online prescription  get in the weekend mood by cranking up Spotify at tea time and having a mini dance party in the kitchen. Even more fun now Elfie’s stopped putting her hands over her ears when I sing (“Mummy STOP! Don’t LIKE IT”). For this reason I have compiled a specific Friday playlist, full of pop music from a while ago to present day.

So when it comes to that time of day pour yourself a glass of wine and stick this on. For that extra frisson of http://apefluff.com/buying-levitra-online-canada not knowing what’s coming next put the beyondbespoke.co playlist on buy viagra us ‘random’ – we are living on the edge here.

Oh and the playlist is called ‘Mummy Needs Wine’, for obvious reasons. You are welcome.

 

 

PS: If you’re reading this in an RSS reader you may need to click through to see the playlist! 

Musical Festivities

Buraka Som Sistema, Bestival 2009

In those old-time single gal days there was nothing better than a weekend at a music festival. As long as there was a hotel room or holiday cottage included, natch. In fact, the last time I camped at a festival was at Reading 2002… that’s 10 YEARS AGO. In fact, here’s a blurry photo as evidence: I think that’s a can of Strongbow I’m toting, thank goodness I moved on to Malbec and visit our site Malborough Sauvignon.

 

 

Will and I did lots of them as a couple (bar Glastonbury, which is planned with a Winnebago next year): Field Day, Wireless, Leeds, Sonar, Roskilde… Bestival was the last festival we went to pre-babies so it’ll always have a special place in my heart and I can’t wait to buy cheap levitra online go back in a couple of years.

 

If you are luckier than me and are able to get away for some musical R+R on the Isle of Wight next weekend then read on. My friends at Arcadia are giving away a pair of tickets and it couldn’t be easier to enter: just head on over to their Facebook page.

And if you win, have a Strongbow for me.

 

Call Your Girlfriend

I never much liked Robyn… always found her a bit whiney. And short floppy undercuts – bleugh (apart from yours Adele, yours rocks). But I am totally into her new album, still whiney but much more manageable.

The video for the single ‘Call Your Girlfriend’ is pretty special; so simple yet very powerful.

However, this version by Bon Appetempt completely blows it out of the water. I imagine this is what I look like when I do a Zumba class. With less co-ordination:

Bon Appetempt covers Robyn’s “Call Your Girlfriend” from jeana sohn on Vimeo.

 

Link via For Me, For You

Carl Cox in a Leeds Warehouse

Going out used to be such a big part of my life. At least twice a week I’d be at dinner, drinks, or in a nightclub – with my job and a husband who was a promoter I’ve never known any different. This stopped when I was pregnant and too tired to lift a glass to my mouth, never mind staying awake til 6am . I always half-assumed this break would be a temporary thing and quickieworkouts.com I’d want to jump back into our usual nocturnal ways as soon as Elfie had arrived.

Of course it didn’t happen that way. We moved out of London and I soon realized that parenting on a hangover was about as much fun as drilling through my own head with a powertool (and it felt quite similar too). Living in the sticks means that if we dare to deviate from our daily programme of trains, work or dinner then every detail must be planned out meticulously, so there are no spontaneous cross-city bar crawls anymore. Going out in London means a sobering (literally) slow train journey home at 2am or an expensive hotel room.

These days I would much rather a baby-friendly family day out over a sweaty all-nighter, and I never thought I’d say those words.

But a girl’s gotta let her hair down, and it was with this thought I found myself driving 130 miles to on of my husband’s events in Leeds on Friday.

Looking after Elfie meant I hadn’t had time for a fake tan the night before (essential, I’d had a cold and we were going up north after all) so I slapped it on that morning, hoping I wouldn’t see anyone in between then and whenever I’d be able to wash it off.

I looked ridiculous and I’m sure the receptionists checking me into the hotel room thought so too, but my friends were kind enough not to mention the tango colour of my skin when we bumped into them outside the hotel:

That scarf is hiding my streaky neck and I basically ponged of whatever it is that fake tan smells of.

It was amazing to order room service and climb into a bath to catch up on The Only Way Is Essex (seriously). The bathwater turned a funny colour but I didn’t care; it was hot, wet and foodphilosophy.com uninterrupted.

Some friends joined us from London and Nottingham so we commandeered the http://lovelovefilms.com/where-to-get-cialis-cheap restaurant’s private dining room for dinner.

Non-London restaurants are cheap!

My tan had washed off to make me look vaguely healthy and I’d managed the time to apply a face-full of makeup. This is not a regular occurrence so I felt pretty special.

We moved on to the club at what felt like 5am (real time: midnight) to see the wonderful Yousef DJing.

Unfortunately this music grates on me after a while (it reminds me of multiple car alarms going off in tandem. I’m not cool) and I much rather being in an environment with my friends where we can sit and chat without the distractions of thousands of decibles and sweaty ravers. So I retreated out the back with a bottle of vodka and there I stayed.

I emerged from the backstage cave to see the big man Carl Cox start his set… another lovely DJ. By this point my camera had started to malfunction because the sweat in the room was causing the focus to go all skewy. Another reason why raving isn’t really for me.

I made it until 5am when I returned to adchix.com the hotel and tried to stream Pregnant In Heels for an hour before giving up (again: not cool). Because I am a mother and sleeping in is foreign to me, I woke up at 9. In a normal situation this could still be counted as a lie-in, but not if you go to bed after your usual getting up time.

The best thing about going away when you’re a parent is coming home, because this is what we you’re greeted with: