Drifting This Way and That



“Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night”: an evening with The Boss


I grew up listening to Bruce Springsteen’s music, because he is my Mum’s religion.There is nothing about him she does not love and anything she doesn’t know about him is probably not worth knowing.

I am also aware that his myriad loyal fans hold him in the same esteem; they worship his music and revel in the glory of the marathon-length concerts he performs with the equally beloved E Street Band.

Until a month ago, I had never seen them live. I’ve always liked the music, listening to it sometimes but not frequently. I admire Springsteen as a person – his left-leaning politics, his outspokenness and his championing of the working class. I could see why people loved him so much, but appreciated him at a distance, lacking the zeal of his most fervent fans. However, when I heard he was returning to New Zealand for a couple of shows and that my Mum and sister (a more recent convert) were planning to go, I decided to tag along and experience the spectacle for myself.

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“It gets you right down to your soul”: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds Live

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Last year was rubbish from start to finish, and given the current alarming state of the international political climate, all signs point to 2017 being even worse. However, rather than falling into a state of despair, I’m trying to cling onto any glimmer of hope, and to savour any positive or special moment (and I’m also trying to get out more because, quite frankly, I’m too young to go full hermit just yet). So it was in that spirit that I went along to the TSB Arena a couple of weeks ago to see Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds live. Continue reading ““It gets you right down to your soul”: Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds Live”

Turn and Face the Strange

David Bowie was so legendary, so influential and so… otherworldly that I think I assumed he would always be here. It just didn’t seem possible that a man who seemed both timeless and not of this earth, could actually go. A week later, I’m still shocked by his death. Continue reading “Turn and Face the Strange”

Ruddy Earworms!

See and if I only could

I’d make a deal with God

And I’d get him to swap our places

By running up that road

By running up that hill

With no problem

       –   Running Up That Hill”, Kate Bush

I’ve had this verse of “Running Up That Hill” stuck in my head all evening.

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(Not So) Guilty Pleasures

I’m not sure I really believe in guilty pleasures. As long as it’s not harming anyone, there is little reason to feel guilty about the things that bring you pleasure. Besides, life is too short not to embrace all the little things that make us happy.

Nevertheless, there are a certainly things I love that are uncool, slightly embarrassing even. One of those things is my love of dancing around in my PJs to cheesy Eighties pop music.

The 80s was a terrific era for music anyway – think New Order, Talking Heads, The Cure, The Human League, Depeche Mode. I love that music unreservedly.

And then there’s the other stuff – the cheesy one-hit wonders and the golden oldies that call back to the kitschy excesses of the Eighties – the big hair, the leg-warmers, the shoulder pads, the gaudy eyeshadow.

There are certain songs from that era that make me nostalgic for my childhood. Songs that never cease to put a smile on my face or get me tapping my feet. I’m entirely unapologetic about my love for these songs.

Here are just a few of many, complete with suitably naff, camp music videos. Continue reading “(Not So) Guilty Pleasures”

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