Going Back To Go Forward . . .

Thursday 7 – Friday 8 November 2019

So . . . I’m struggling to write much these days. I’ve been through this sort of thing before, but there’s always been something, some idea that has tickled my fancy and got me back on track to write. I’m yet to find that this time. And to be honest, I feel as if I can’t really be bothered to sit in front of the computer and write again. To steal words from a fictional character: I’ve lost my mojo.

That leads in to what the hell would I write a blog post about if I’ve lost my mojo? Well, I started listening to music that I haven’t listened to in years. There’s no particular reason why I haven’t listened to the music, I mean, other than new artists taking my attention. Last night, I streamed a bunch of stuff I used to love but haven’t thought of in ages, and I thought I’d write about that in a blog post. So here goes . . .

The Cranberries: I’m not sure what made me think of Dolores O’Riordan, but I did. That led me on an Apple Music search for The Cranberries. I think I just really missed her voice, and her phrasings, and everything about the way she sang. Consequently, I “rediscovered” a truckload of Cranberries’ songs that I loved years ago. What surprised me most, if I’m honest, is that those songs sounded as good to me the other day as they did when I first heard them. Even through jaded ears that have been filled with the music of other singers and songwriters, The Cranberries were still at the height of their success to me.

The Cranberries led me on to another Irish group that it wasn’t necessarily cool to like, even at the height of the band’s success. I’m talking about The Corrs. What I discovered when I looked through The Corrs’ catalogue was that there were considerably more songs that I liked and loved than those that didn’t engage me. Talk On Corners, to me, is still an utterly exceptional album, especially given that it’s the band’s second album, and we all know that the second album is usually sh!t.

I’m not sure why it wasn’t ever really cool to admit to enjoying The Corrs’ music . . . maybe it’s because they are unusually attractive siblings, and quite frankly, no group of siblings should ever be allowed to be that good looking and talented as well. There’s something not right about that. I mean, there’s not even a slightly ugly one amongst them. That’s. Just. Not. Right. But hey, who am I to give a rat’s hairy butthole if someone thinks the music I love is uncool? I like what I like.

Currently, I’m stuck on a few of their songs – ‘Kiss Of Life’, and ‘Unconditional’ from the White Light album, ‘When The Stars Go Blue’ from The Corrs / Dreams: The Ultimate Corrs Collection, and ‘Long Night’ from  Borrowed Heaven. There are a sh!t load of other songs by The Corrs that I love, like practically everything from Talk On Corners. God, there is SO much to love about that album. But the aforementioned four songs are the ones resonating with me at the moment. And they are the ones that are sparking little bits of information about a couple of characters who have taken up residence in my head. So, maybe there’s hope that I’ll get my mojo back.

I’ve also rediscovered Amy Grant, and her Heart In Motion album. ‘Good For Me’, ‘Every Heartbeat’, ‘Baby, Baby’, and ‘That’s What Love Is For’ are on rotation on a couple of my playlists. It’s that poppy, upbeat, melodic sound of Amy Grant’s foray into the world of mainstream pop that hooked me years ago, and it’s the very same thing that has hooked me again.

Someone I’ve never stopped listening to, but every now and then I remember just how much I bloody love her is Dusty Springfield. My Facebook feed has daily photos of Dusty from the Dusty Springfield fan page that I follow. There was something innocent but slightly raunchy about some of her classics. But that voice . . . by God, that voice was remarkable. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving Dusty. She was, and always will be, one of the absolute greats. And like Dolores O’Riordan, gone much too soon. I would have loved to have seen what the Pet Shop Boys could have done for Dusty in terms of reviving her career and bringing her to a whole new generation of listeners.

This isn’t a particularly riveting post but it’s a way back in to writing, both the act of creating the writing, and the physical act of writing. And I’m hoping that it will kick start me back into writing in more than just my ideas notebooks. If it doesn’t, at least my ears are taking a sweet trip down memory lane.

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