Hi, it's been nearly a year since I last spoke to you all via my blog but I am back. Back to have a bit of a rant actually! I have come to realise something about myself in the last week, care of a new found friend, however my mum will tell you that she has been telling me this for years - oops! Why do we never listen to our nearest and dearest - why does it always take an outsider to show us a mirror? That's another blog! Anyway, I sit next to Haroon our new shoe designer and he brought to my attention my lack of tolerance for any old music i.e. musicals, 60's,70's,80's 90's . This became apparent when in work, we each select an album of choice on spotify and I would say that on this particular day I was driven to distraction by 70% of the music. Not only did I realise I am not a lover of Dionne Warwick but I also rock with annoyance and my tolerance levels on a scale of 1-10 is zero. I am not particularly graceful when I cannot bear the music and I show it.
Everyday this week we have had dreadful choices from the girls on the taste level of music and it has literally driven me over the edge. I stooped to an all time low on Friday night while part taking in some festive drinking activity which lead to me booing the band and heckling at them from an elevated position in the bar - i.e. standing on a bar stool. This is not very elegant or karmically pleasing behaviour on my part but I had been driven to it all week. I can only apologise for my outrageous backlash to 1980's old tunes, it had been building up all week. The poor girl who was singing even asked me to come over and explain my angst, she was very gracious but still carried on playing the same old shit, it was like being back in Butlins, back in the day. Don't get me wrong, I loved my childhood memories of Butlins but we live in 2012 and I was looking forward to busting some moves to Will - iam and Britney Bitch.
Haroon thinks it is hilarious and refreshing at the same time that I live for the present and future in music and all things in life, I suppose it is a designer trait, we search for the new and exciting and as my mum would call it I become fickle with the old and past. I do love nostalgia in small bursts but my ears bleed when my step dad listens to the sound of the sixties. Bless my mum she has to tolerate my irateness. Thank god for the conservatory at my mums house which serves as my respite to dreary and old music that John insists on listening to regardless to my annoyance, he probably doesn't even realise know.
All I can hope for is a lock down on BBC radio Merseyside over xmas and that certain people in the team get with the programme on the music front..... ha ha! Each to their own I suppose, I am just glad I like what I like.
