Tag Archives: music

Musical Magic (aka Happy Birthday Mr Rhodes)

8 Jun

There are just some songs that instantly make one happy, aren’t there? I mentally compile playlists all the time, especially when I’m out driving and a favourite comes on the radio.

But there are occasionally tunes that inspire what I can only describe as a burst of pure physical joy, and I heard one this afternoon as I was driving Small Boy back from his art and craft lesson.

It was this:

I remember sitting in front of the TV, our Amstrad video-recorder with the tape in the right place, and my fingers on the record button (oh don’t get all moral on me, we all did it!) and waiting for Peter Powell to announce the world wide debut of this single on The Oxford Road Show. As I was driving along the A9 today, and this song came on, I could almost feel the bubbles of excitement in my teenage chest, that sense of wonder that is so precious that I wish we could bottle it for later, and my entire being felt as if it was aglow with the anticipation I felt 33 years ago. Oh ye gods, shoot me now, I’m old!

Anyway, I digress. Oblivious to Small Boy in the back, I yowled along, word perfect, and might even have punched the air occasionally as I took us homeward. The memory of that TV moment is only surpassed by the recollection of 11,000 people all waving their fingers and pointing at exactly the same time  to the part of this tune where Simon sings “you’re about as easy as a nuclear war” which was something to behold at a gig at Wembley Arena. Coincidentally, that was also the same concert at which – in a rare quiet second – me and my two friends screamed his name so loudly that Nick Rhodes looked up and actually waved at us. Yes, it happened. Be jealous. Whatever. I have that burned on my soul. No apologies.

Small Boy, as I have mentioned, was sitting in the back, also oblivious to me. He had his big sister’s borrowed MP3 player, and her headphones, and was in his own little word, doing a more than passable impression of Joe from The A Word. His musical drug of choice is the very lovely Ed Sheeran, and he plays certain songs on repeat, namely You Need Me I Don’t Need You, which has the rather naughty line “They say I’m up and coming like I’m f*cking in an elevator.” Ed! and you look such a nice young man.  Luckily, unlike his little sister, Small Boy doesn’t tend to use echolalia and knows better than to  sing one word of that particular line, so we get along fine.

All joking apart, Ed Sheeran is SB’s “safe place” when he’s trying to self-calm, especially if he is anxious, and he is anxious a lot of the time. Learning the words, and playing the songs over and over brings him a huge degree of comfort. He zones out and I see one of two expressions, a furious concentration as he sings along, or this one:

PicMonkey PhotoBenji

This is what I love to see when I glance in the rear-view mirror, a chilled out Small Boy, at peace with his surroundings. He had a great day today; up at the right time and dressed and breakfasted without any problems. He’s finally getting used to heading off on a Wednesday to his art and craft, and it’s just a shame that I don’t think there will be the money for it to continue after the summer holidays.

By a stroke of luck, today also happens to be the birthday of one Mr Nick Rhodes, so I shall leave you with this picture shamelessly screen-shotted from Duran Duran’s IG account (hope you don’t mind lads) and it remains for me to wish Nick a very happy birthday from a lifelong fan.

Nick R IG

This post is dedicated to the lovely Tracy aka @c0dfanglers, who is my sister-from-another-mother, and lifelong Durannie. Enjoy the pics honey xx

 

Echolalia and The Medicine Show

1 Aug

I do love my music. With the exception of death metal and some of the more heavy rap, I pretty much enjoy everything depending on my mood. But like most people I have my go-to favourites, and none more than when I’m driving.

I switch from pounding hi-energy disco circa 1984 or equally ear-splitting rock (when I’m lucky enough to be alone) to being the queen of easy listening if I’ve got the little ones in the car. I discovered years ago that anything with a very fast or heavy beat tends to amplify their worst behaviours, so I’ve gone all grandma on them ever since. My tunes of choice right now tend to be one of these two:

CDs

I often just have M in the car, as she’s heading off to yet another appointment, and it’s frankly adorable to hear her singing along to David Cassidy or the Bay City Rollers as we eat up the miles into town. She’s extremely fond of Dr Hook too (not quite as much as me but I think I have obsessional issues with Dennis Locorriere’s voice – that’s another story altogether) and she’s word perfect on songs like Sylvia’s Mother and Years From Now. All very innocent. Until…………..

CD 2 was requested yesterday on the way to Camhs. M had decided she wanted the “funny” songs, not the slushy ones, so I slid the CD in and off we went. Hubby’s new car is a bit weird, the CD player is in the glove compartment so it’s not advisable to change CDs while you’re driving.

The second track came on and I was singing along under my breath as I do because M has a problem with me singing over songs – she can, but I’m not allowed to. And then I realised what the words were. Dilemma. Do I quickly skip the track and face a meltdown or do I let the song play out and hope she’s not actually listening? The second option is what I choose as I know that she will get very upset if I skip before the end, but I’m cringing inside as I just know that she will be absorbing every single word. That’s when echolalia is a curse.

I have no idea when the lyrics might pop up again, and where. M’s echolalia comes to the fore mostly when she is stressed, and it can take any form from counting to 100 over and over again, to reciting huge tracts of a film script, or song words. I used to get a bit annoyed when all I could hear were Christmas songs in the middle of July but right now, if she gets stressed, I’d be delighted to hear Jingle Bells instead of this option.

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/drhook/freakersball.html

Just praying she doesn’t recall all the words in the middle of a particularly trying school assembly!!

Pyjamas and Prosecco

Mum, Wife, Master Juggler..

It Must Be Mum

A Site for Resources and Reflections That May Help Those Navigating Aspects of the World of 'Special Education Needs'

Lane Hayes

A Kind of Home

Glass Walls

My FTM Journey

Shoestring Cottage - Frugal Living

shoestringjane@outlook.com. Find me on Twitter and Instagram: @shoestringjane

THE LIFE OF TONT

The random musings of a soldier, father, and husband

Mary's Ménages Reviews & Promos

♂♀♂ Another way to Review Erotic Ménage Romances...

The New Normal

An extreme autism experience

Aspects of Aspergers

perspectives from the spectrum

The House of Elyot

Just another WordPress.com site

'Nathan Burgoine

mostly short queer fiction from a tall queer guy

Author Susan Mac Nicol

Adult content warning - Over 18's only please.

Queen of my Castle

A mother's tales of toddlers, tantrums and triumphs

Gay Book Reviews - M/M Book Reviews

Reviews of M/M Themed Books

AutiWomanDifferentBox

This is about not thinking inside the box but thinking in a completely different box

Squeeze the Space Man's Taco

A journey into Cade's world