Can’t Get You Out of My Head is no classic bluegrass gospel number. It doesn’t have particularly meaningful lyrics. On the 1000th play it does become a tad annoying. But it is my song that represents 2001.
Marking the millennium by celebrating good old ways…let’s go down to the river to pray.
At a time when the world frets, a little something to make you smile is good, so as good a tonic as any for me this week.
The man from Maastricht. His music his money and his mane.
Ah, The Smiths I thought. That’s great. What difference does it make? Except it’s not.
It’s The Smiths in Ukrainian. Yes! The Smiths in Ukrainian.
…And then the peak and the real icy wind at which the song came to mind. The seasonal duet from Cerys and Tom. Baby, It’s Cold Outside. Fortunately the bitter wind cleared my renditions away quickly so no one but me ever heard.
Dad Dancing – I fall in this ‘embarrassing’ category although my flamboyance is limited to the confines of my kitchen and living room, improving in my eyes at least after that 6 o’clock glass of beer.
So that’s one off the bucket list.
Things I wanted to achieve before I kicked the bucket.
Seeing Bruce Springsteen live.
Daft Punk is playing in everyone’s house?
