(This is not a 30 day music challenge so much as a 30 month music challenge. We’re only on day eight and I ran out of steam in March. March! Let’s see how long I can resurrect it for…)
I know all the words to lots of songs. I sing along to songs a lot. Mainly in my car, but sometimes around the house. I’m not very good at singing but, like 90% of X Factor auditionees, this doesn’t stop me.
Of them all, PJ Harvey’s ‘Good Fortune’ is my very favourite singalong song. It is three and a half minutes of pure, unbridled joy and celebration of being in love. Plus, it allows me to practically yodel at the top of my voice. And just look at the video! Isn’t Polly Jean blimmin’ gorgeous?!
(I have not added the link to the official video on youtube because they’ve managed to upload it with the wrong aspect ratio. Idiots.)
I don’t think I can stop listening to this song. Gorgeous. I’d been skipping it until today for some reason.
Whilst we’re here, I’m well aware I haven’t completed the 30 day music challenge. I’m not much of a completer-finisher. Let’s call it a hiatus and I’ll finish it some other time.
We’re only on day seven and I’ve already missed two days. I am not very good at this.
Pulp’s F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E. (which is quite difficult to type) reminds me of my first Reading Festival, in 2000. Pulp headlined Saturday night and this song, probably my favourite Pulp song, brings with it distinct memories of being exhausted, drunk, muddy, wet and happy. We were standing next to a man with a badger of the end of a stick and a bunch of people burning plastic on a bonfire, which gave me a headache. I can remember it like it was yesterday.
I tend to link songs to places, more than anything else, so this was a difficult choice.
The first time I visited my dad in New Zealand in 2002, Robbie Williams’s Feel had just been released there and we listened to it in his car a lot. It reminds me of driving round the Otago Harbour road – right alongside the shore – to Dunedin from his old house in Portobello (not only do you get the song but also a photo – just so you can really get as close to the experience as possible, you lucky things). I’m not the world’s biggest Robbie Williams fan but the memory is a very happy one.
Ally has already used this one but I’d thought of it beforehand as well. Honest.
When I Argue I See Shapes by Idlewild reminds me of her. She used to drive me to sixth form college in Eastleigh and we’d smoke and listen to tapes and I’d inflict on her stories of my disastrous love life. We listened to this song a lot – and we’d take it in turns to sing the bits at the end.
N.B. There’s some runners up for this category – Shimmy Shimmy Ya by Ol’ Dirty Bastard reminds me of my good friend TJ and the time he put a lot of effort into getting me to like hip hop, Song for Clay (Disappear Here) by Bloc Party reminds me of Omar and a gazillion songs remind me of my husband… 🙂
The Cinematic Orchestra’s To Build A Home makes me sad. Not because of any association, just because of the piano and the vocals and the general mournfulness.
Holby City went through a phase of playing it over all their sad storylines and it made me cry a lot (not entirely surprising, if you know me). Now Sky Atlantic and Dustin Hoffman are ruining it all over again.
This is easy.
Bearing in mind it references terrorism and the death of Jean Charles de Menezes, it shouldn’t be such a cheerful song. But I can’t think of much that makes me happier than Trains to Brazil by Guillemots and its seize-the-day attitude.
I’m just thankful to be facing the day / ‘Cause days don’t get you far when you’re gone