Showing posts with label Nirvana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nirvana. Show all posts

Sunday, 4 September 2016

Sunday Songs of Nostalgia - Nirvana


 So in the late 90's (my mid teens) my best friends were a group of outcasts, we lived and breathed music, we formed bands held gigs debated lyrical meanings and spent our weekends singing at the top of our lungs on my friend Toms back porch until the wee hours of the morning.
His neighbors were amazing, they never complained. 

Bands that defined us at the time included The Smashing Pumpkins, Nirvana and Bob Dylan. Tom was really into skateboarding and he was desperate to teach me, but I was overweight and uncoordinated so no amount of showing me how to 'Olly' could prevent the death wobbles down the hill near Toms house.

Whenever I hear Nirvana songs these days I think of those moments on (and falling off) the skateboard and in our mates music room, leaning up against the huge amplifier next to the drum kit while playing the bass guitar riff of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" at full volume.

Ahh those were the carefree moments of my youth where nothing mattered but the music vibrating through your soul, my favourite Nirvana song ironically was "Lithium" - when I listen to that song now the words make so much more sense!

For your listening pleasure I have put both "Lithium" and "Smells Like Teen Spirit" below so you can get your grunge on with me!

 



Saturday, 3 September 2016

On not doing things


Shhh Mummy's little secret...

A rainy Saturday afternoon, The Hubby has taken Ben to the movies with his mates for his 14th birthday, the other kids are fighting over something to do with the x box and I have Nirvana blaring through the headphones trying to drown out the noise and maybe let me remember a better time, all the while I’m on my knees trying to scrub the piss off the toilet floor in preparation for tomorrows onslaught of birthday family visitors while breaking periodically to duck into the pantry for another shot of the Malibu I keep hidden in the top cupboard. 

I’ve been procrastinating, writing, running, staring off into space. The house is still a bomb and I’m secretly starting to get quite tipsy, maybe this can be the year I give up and let them all see the real state of my house which believe me it’s not pretty.

Ugh must stop this, I have a Malteser cake to make and my God there are a lot of cobwebs on the ceiling...