Recently I have started a new job as a manuscript editor so this month has been busy especially as my ARC pile is significant, with reviews coming soon. I’ve also been concerned with reading other books for fun, as well as being inducted as a member to the Kiwanis International charity. There has been less writing and more reading this month, making the title for this post a little inaccurate but I am a maverick like that.
My usual reading soundtrack is ambient music from the game Skyrim (usually the rainy nights video) but I did have to take a few minutes out when the next random,surprising given my last choice, YouTube video came on. Heading back in time, as I so often do, with ridiculous, rock band – although still not on a level with Steel Panther – The Darkness. After their hit, I Believe in a Thing Called Love, came Love is Only a Feeling, underlining the band’s frivolity, if ever it were in doubt (there was also an album track called Love on the Rocks With No Ice, as well).
Memories of Monday’s in Wetherspoons aside, the video is over the top rock, with an ostentatious setting and replete with circling helicopter shots, that are usually only found in a martial arts films where people inexplicably scale such mountains to punch air.
I couldn’t resist looking at the ludicrously fun video for I Believe in a Thing Called Love as well, which pays homage to Queen, general campness, old Sci-Fi and giant Crabs which are always a favourite of this blog.
To those who wish to point out mistakes in the blog and ask why an editor missed them, I will claim all such mistakes are ironic, or that I only edit when I am getting paid, so there.
How YouTube comes up with its recommendations based on what you are listening to, I cannot fathom but this week after plenty of upbeat music, I was suddenly plunged back in time to 1980’s England with this wonderfully moving piece from Ludovico Einaudi. Then surfaced memories of first watching this film – with all its impact – and the accompanying series, including a second three series binge watch with Tom over a weekend.
I was once in a queue, three people back from the lady on the right of the gang, loaded with alcohol and one packet of plain rice, I am glad she didn’t turn round and wonder at what my night was going to be like. Anyway, if anybody is wanting to watch some powerful drama with great characters, this is truly a film (and series) to make you laugh and hit with you some challenging story lines.
On the writing front, this week has involved doing a lot of varying things including thinking of actually trying to focus on one thing at a time, which is hard to do with a lot of books that need reviewing and more being sent every day it seems. I, of course remain grateful but what with all the other future plans, I need to start clearing the backlog whilst pursuing my own goals. To that end I am currently fighting the urge to binge watch The is England again…
Perhaps I will just play this music and pity myself for so much good fortune.
It’s been a while since the last post and in between various things – including a fever and cough that took ages to shake – there has been little in the way of movement with my reading and writing. This musical choice popped into my head a few hours ago, having thought about the process to which I arrived at this forgotten 1997 piece of tuneage, I think it was something to do with the woman on the news singing an Aretha Franklin song very badly. The thought of high-pitched voices brought this straight to mind, thanks to the end of this song. It was a welcome blast from the past, as Reef were always an underrated band, anyway normal writing service will be resumed shortly.
Finding an old bookmark to a playlist of Britpop music, there was plenty of good stuff to choose from this week; Pulp, Suede, Supergrass, Manic Street Preachers, Shed Seven, Blur, Oasis, The La’s, and so on, you get the picture. Waging war with the karaoke machine down the street, I was blasting these out as any rock/indie lover would, when I was reminded of a jaunty number that would get my mood upbeat (I am writing this on a Monday so need it) and also provide a soundtrack to the football that I don’t have access to, but brings back memories of Goal of the Month on Match of the Day.
Not only will you fancy rifling a shot into the top corner from 30 yards, to cascading cheers from crowded terraces, it also gave me the important reminder that, although the weekend – spent lazily – was over we should always make time for the good stuff as I shall be doing this weekend again. This song does sound so much better on a Friday (as I confusingly write this bit of the post) with its bouncy nature, when the week seems to be heading downhill in a good way.
Although this song has been accompanying me a lot as I sit at the computer, this has been a lot less than usual because I can once again tease some interesting future news which will be being announced as soon as the paperwork is all done and dusted, before that it must be started though! Needless to say that it will get me out of the house and will hopefully I will be able to keep up with my already ambitious ideas for said project. More on that in the next few weeks though.
Next week, I will once again be fighting against the avalanche of posts that I need to write and never seem to get time for. Until then, happy writing and happy weekend.
Writing in the last week has had a different sort of soundtrack, there hasn’t been much in the way of music coming through my speakers, as I have been following all manner of different paths from; film analysis, to the situation with the Italian government, and the bad news of the EU trying to pass Article 13, scientific testing of free will, and the wacky world of Flat Earthers. Forcing myself back onto the music front, the gold started flowing pretty much instantly with this gem:
I first came across this funky tune thanks to its brief appearance on The Wire. Then it was featured more prominently on the closing credits of The Deuce, another David Simon (together with George Pelecanos) created show which documents the legalisation and rise of the porn industry in New York, as well as the accompanying drugs, real estate booms, police corruption and the connected violence. The first season admittedly feels like a – quality – prequel but I expect big things from season two. Watching this as it came out was great, the whole of last year was exceptional for quality television and nothing beat grabbing a few beers and having a TV night with Tom, catching up on whatever had previously come out over the weekend, in the US.
The tune took me back to a totally different time and place – only eight months ago – but so much has changed. Thinking back to that period now, it was such a good time and discussing the show as the end credits theme rolled, it was always interesting to get an alternate take on what we just saw. Discussion was made more insightful by a few beers, of course, but I don’t think I have been challenged in such a sustained way by myself, my peers, or film and TV before or since. Continue reading “Music to Write By #3 – Assume the Position/(Don’t Worry) If There’s A Hell Below, We’re All Going To Go”
Just when life get especially interesting ,typically the internet goes and stops working. That explains my absence all week but hopefully I can get online more, thanks to the supportive nature of the family. Some news I am very proud of is on the way, which I will explain more about when business is concluded but I will give an obscure clue to what it relates to. The clue is ‘ergodic seabird’. Good luck with that one! Grabbing the internet where I can, I will endeavour to visit blogs as and when I can and keep posting in the meantime. I have lots to write about.
As the last music post was so popular comments wise, and I need something quick to post, just so you all know that I am still around. Today’s piece of music:
Not only is this a catchy tune with a serious message but also features missing children, some of whom (thanks to the video) have been found alive, others deceased or not at all yet. Hearing this after many a long year was a pleasant (possibly the wrong word) surprise, as it brought up memories of wandering around Derbyshire, doing the Duke of Edinburgh award. Really I was just in it for a walk with my friends and it really was good to climb the hills and have a laugh. If I could remember the routes that we took in our four journeys together, I would love to walk them again one day.
When writing – or struggling to think of something to write about – it’s always easier to focus with some music on in the background so why not introduce – or remind you of – some quality or cheesy music, as well as giving myself some easy content too. Each week I shall attempt to post a piece of music or a song that has come up on the autoplay with some personal remembrance associated with it, or failing that, a randomly occurring thought or two.
First up is this beauty:
When this came on, I was caught in memories of being first introduced to the brilliant I Still Believe, at local (and awesome) rock pub, The Town Mill. Having never seen The Lost Boys, I recall a hazy Tuesday night confusedly watching my friend Rick doing an impression of oiled up, topless, Tim Cappello on saxophone (check out one minute and ten seconds if you have neither time, or inclination to watch the whole thing), I knew from this bizarre, energetic display of the gyrating man before me that this had to be a must see film, and it was.