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Che Grimsdale writes: Now that Simon Cowell's stolen Everybody Hurts, tell us about songs that mean something to you - good, bad, funny or tragic, appropriate or totally inappropriate songs that were playing at key times.

(, Thu 28 Jan 2010, 13:30)
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Far, Far Away


Being 10 000 miles away from home, this song still brings a lump to my throat.....

Worst homesickness song - ever....

(, Mon 1 Feb 2010, 6:45, 3 replies)
Got my toes in the water, ass in the sand, not a worry in the world a cold beer in my hand
I'm suffering severe depression right now, about to be officially diagnosed as bi-polar. This song cheers me right up when I'm really down.......

Zac Brown Band....Toes

Actually, the entire album cheers me up. And this makes me laugh out loud every time I hear it

Sick 'em on a chicken
(, Mon 1 Feb 2010, 6:40, 1 reply)
You hear a song, and you just know that it has multiple levels of meanings. It gives you hope, it makes you take pause. For me, that song is "Workin' Them Angels" by Rush, take a listen - it is just almost surreal.
(, Mon 1 Feb 2010, 0:47, 3 replies)
Disrespectful, Inappropriate
And just all kinds of wrong.

A couple of days after 9/11 I was stuck in Hastings on lockdown in a Government building. Couldn't get back home - no flights, no hire cars and the trains were booked solid. So I ended up on some website, I forget which, and the topic was "What's The Most Appropriate Song For 9/11?"

Third Place: Smoke On The Water - Deep Purple
Second : It's Raining Men - The Weathergirls
Winner : Jump - Van Halen

I still can't hear any of those without a flashback to my phone beeping and a message saying "A plane has just hit the World Trade Center"

But I still think whoever came up with Jump was a sick genius.....

(, Mon 1 Feb 2010, 0:35, Reply)
Went out with this girl, everything was brilliant for a while. Then the inevitable break-up happened and I was thrown back a peg.

We stayed in touch over the years, and I always felt a bit doe-eyed with her, as she was a brilliant girl.

Fast-forward a few years, I am out at a club with my mates. I was looking around the club, and I happened to spot her through a gap in the crowd.

Typical then the song that started playing was "It Must Be Love" by Madness. One of my favourite love songs.

Damn you life!
(, Mon 1 Feb 2010, 0:05, Reply)
Not a song, but a lyric.
My best mate died of cancer a couple of weeks ago. A couple of months before that I'd just had some more bad news about his condition (tumour getting bigger, not smaller) and was driving around for some forgotten reason. Elbow came on the radio with the lyric "there's a hole in my neighbourhood, down which of late I cannot help but fall." The lyric and the sound suited my mood perfectly, so I turned up the volume and wallowed in the feeling.

After that I taught myself to play the song on the guitar. Really fucking badly. Still, with enough volume no-one gives a fuck.
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 23:49, Reply)
Can't Stand The Rezillos
So there the three of us were at some godforsaken student union bar in North London pissed up on warm pints of Brown Ale watching The Adverts for some reason. My mate Jule was a big fan, as I was, but our other mate Elvis (named for his thick black NHS glasses) didn't know them so well.

A few days earlier I'd recorded a C60 with the "Crossing The Red Sea" album so he'd know the band before we saw them; there was enough space at the end to stick a couple of singles on, including "Take Me I'm Yours" by Squeeze.

I can still see it now; a crowd of punks leaping around yelling for their favourite Adverts song; "Play One Chord Wonders yer bastards", "Come on, lets have Bomsite Boy" etc etc, and in the middle of this gobbing maelstrom is my mate jumping up and down yelling "Take Me, I'm Yours"...

I still have trouble with bladder control when I think about it.
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 23:14, Reply)
A bit personal...
Back in the deep Stone Age when I was in my early teens, I had a strange series of occurrences.

I visited my sister when she was in university and living with her future husband. As they were in classes, I agreed to amuse myself sorting out junk left behind by other people who had lived in that house at one time or another. This included a load of old LPs (vinyl for you young whelps).

One of the things that they couldn't identify was an LP in a plain white sleeve, with one side unlabeled and the other saying only "Wizardo Rekords Special Recordings". On it was some of the strangest and most haunting music I had ever encountered. They gave it to me, and I listened to it again and again for ages.

During that time I went into the Adirondack Mountains with my parents as I had every weekend and holiday as long as I could remember. That album became inextricably associated with the cold and snow of the Adirondacks, along with the silence and isolation. I would go outside at night and there would only be the cold stars glittering down at me and the popping of the frozen trees and the groaning of the ice in the lake to keep me company. It was as though I were the only person for miles, alone in the frozen mountains, with the songs of that album echoing in my memory as I walked through the crunching glittering snow... the music completely suited the scene and the isolation and loneliness in a way that nothing else has come close to.

Over time I learned who the artists were who created the music, and that fueled a lifelong fascination with them. Their music still takes me into strange and remote landscapes in my mind, and that particular album invariably takes me back to skiing across the frozen swamps, the blueberry bushes and bogs and dead trees transfigured into a fantastic blue and white fairyland where I was the only inhabitant under the brittle white sunlight or the frigid blue moon...

The band was Pink Floyd. The album was a 1970 recording of the John Peel Show where they played Atom Heart Mother, Careful With That Axe Eugene and other classics.

I owe a deep debt of gratitude to whoever left that bootleg album behind.
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 21:01, 2 replies)
A long time ago I used to work as a nursing auxiliary on a coronary care unit. Most of the time it worked like an ordinary ward, so I'd make beds, gave the patients their grub, keep supplies stocked up, make beds, help the patients wash, helped the patients go to the loo, emptied linen skips, and make beds. About once a shift, on average, all hell would break loose when someone having a heart attack would be admitted by ambulance or someone on the ward flaked out. I'd keep the poor relatives stocked up with tea and make myself useful as a gopher. We had a room where they could wait for news, away from the drama, but often more than one person would be admitted in quick sucession. This meant finding somewhere quiet for the accompanying relatives to wait, often the only place being the corridor outside the unit near to the staff room.

Now, when there was bad news, the nurses would let the waiting family members know, in private. An awful moment for anyone and demanded dignity and frankness. Once or twice, due to emergencies being think and fast that day, the task fell to me. One such afternoon we had relatives everywhere, and some very unwell people needing constant care from the nurses. One woman didn't make it and I needed to let her husband know, I'd taken him to wait in the corridor when she arrested. I walked out into the corridor and he was sitting on the plastic chair next to the blue staff room door, where I'd left him a few minutes previously. Someone must have been watching TV on break before it went manic, as I heard the sounds of adverts coming throught the door. As I let him know his partner for 30 years had died, in that clinical, impersonal ante chamber, the muffled but blaring theme tune to 'Quincy' filled the gap in the conversation. I see his face every time I hear it now.
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 19:55, Reply)
Another for me
Sitting around at my friends house on my lonesome, feeling down. Just lost my job, my home, my girlfriend and all of my family had moved away, leaving me to fend for myself. I ended up moving in with one of my best friends and staying for a while. Just when I thought things couldnt get worse, I was getting kicked out from there because I didnt have a job and they couldnt afford having me there.

I couldn't take anymore, and went for a walk. I put my iPod (well, iPhone) on and listened to music. The song "Archetype" by Fear Factory came on, and put things in perspective for me. Fast forward a few years.

I now have a house, a fiancee, a baby girl, a job and friends. Only little more could make things perfect.

Trust me, it's a good song.
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 19:34, Reply)
Awesome side story contained in comments
I wrote this on my shitty blahg a couple weeks ago:

When I was a teenager I used to date This One Particular Lovely Gal. I've only got nice things to say about her, but ours is not a "feel good" tale. It was the first relationship I was ever in where I really came to feel bad about myself. Tales of my cluelessness with regards to The Fairer Sex are legendary, and some of the best include this girl.

For instance, when we first started getting involved, I wasn't sure if I could get her number until we were rounding second base. We met at a party and had stolen away to spend time alone. I wasn't sure if I had a shot of maybe taking her out on a date sometime until... well, WAY past when it should have been obvious. Even while we were starting to make out I still thought, "gee, I really like her, but I'm not so sure if she's into me..."

Anyways, we dated briefly and remained friends over the next couple of years. Sort of. It was more of a "I am a scumbag who is constantly not measuring up, but she deigns to be my friend and forgives me anyhow" sort of situation. That's not to say that she was manipulative and/or crazy, but I was really clueless about the nature of our friendship.

We lost touch for a while, and then I saw her again about 5 or 6 years ago when I was home from college during an xmas break. A bunch of us went over to Canada, where the drinking age is 19 (in Ontario, at least) and we were looking for a place to dance.

So we're in this club, we're dancing, and we're all having a great time. Then the DJ puts on Daft Punk's "One More Time." That is my fucking JAM, dude. Like, I am going to seriously start my own severe weather pattern on this dance floor. And I'm not just going to dance, I'm going to dance with This One Particular Lovely Gal.

Here's the thing about her: boy, can she dance. She'll stop your heart and set you on fire – and you will love it.

We danced up a metaphorical and metaphysical storm; in a very real way we stopped time. I left a part of me on that dance floor that night. It was one of the best times of my life, and I was finally connecting in a healthy way with a friend that I cared so deeply about, but whose friendship really cost me over the years. I had ached for things to be right between us, and for five minutes and twenty one seconds it finally was. I remember that feeling so vividly that it's very much like I'm back on that dance floor with her for a split second every time I think about it.

This story is an example of why I used to believe in God. Someone HAD to have set this up, because Real Life doesn't just work like this. Have you listened to the lyrics of this song? They're perfect. Just a little TOO perfect, really. I lived this, and I can still barely believe it. "Music's got me feeling so free, we're gonna celebrate – celebrate and dance so free ONE MORE TIME."

And it was only that once more. She didn't die or anything (so far as I know), but that was the last I ever saw of her.
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 19:00, 3 replies)
Bachelors of Science - The Ice Dance, one of my favourite liquid drum and bass tracks ever, I cant even describe it.
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 18:56, 1 reply)
Aim Ft. Kate Rogers - Sail
Such a beautiful, painful song. The 'take me in your arms' sample is just haunting.
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 18:53, 2 replies)
Being a divorcee
there were, at one time, many songs which would cause me to collapse in a pile of tears and snotters but, thankfully, these days I seem to be getting on a fair bit better.

Just after Christmas, though, I was surprised to find my ex in the pub with a few of her friends. I spent most of the night avoiding her doe eyed attempts at attention-getting, so she went to the juke box and began playing all the songs that once meant something to us, and shouted over to me "do these songs not remind you of anything?".

I responded with "Put a donk on it" by blackout crew.

It's nice to know the grass isn't any greener over there :)
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 15:48, Reply)
Living Years
I had a pretty bad relationship with my father...now he's dead, too late to reconcile. Life eh? Damn you Mike Rutherford....
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 15:44, Reply)
Holy Moly.
If you are out and about in Glasgow of a weekend and are frequenting one of the more metal-oriented establishments, you may chance across an odd little fellow singing the wrong words to "Rollin'" by Limp Bizkit.

This would be because my cousin, who is sadly no longer with us, believed Fred Durst had momentarily taken leave of his senses and released a song in which he repeated the phrase "Holy Moly" over and over again. Each and every time I hear it I remember the little bugger and smile.
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 15:18, 1 reply)

A year after being kicked out by my wife because she couldn't keep her knees together I sent her this gem from Frank Turner.....

You will see a couple of posts by 'mooghead' that have been 'removed by author'

Thought I should to prevent the onset of World War 3.

(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 14:55, 1 reply)
bitter break-up songs
i love my music, me. but i'm the first to admit i have got shit vanilla mainstream taste. my ipod is full of cheesy predictable playlists like "getting ready" and "treadmill". and of course the essential bitter playlist. (which, with the history of my lovelife, is always on the look out for additions if anyone has any good recommendations??) there are some songs that you hear and you just know the writer has been through the exact same shit.

however, before i name these bad boys, i have to add that i have never understood why "i will survive" is such a girlpower break up song. it only works if the bastard has actually come back! otherwise it's no use singing it to the lone toothbrush left in the bathroom.

anyway, i've always found the following at top volume to be pretty therapeutic at various points in the past (and doubtless in the future):

fuck, have put the list in the reply as even when massively cut down there's such a lot of them. says a lot about how bitter and twisted i have become in my old age! it also says that i'd do anything in the office on a sunday other than what i should actually be doing...
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 14:20, 13 replies)
I used to be a very naughty boy,
and very naughty boys who get caught go and stay at one of the Queens special hotels. I got caught, and spent 93 days in two Cat B prisons.

3 weeks in to my little holiday, I got moved into a new "pad", and my cellmate had a radio.

We had the radio on from 8 in the morning when we had to get breakfast, through till 1 or 2 in the morning.

When you listen to the radio for that long, you invariably hear the same song over and over again.

So, ten times a day, for 70 days, I heard Robbie Williams sing Angels. Also, Natalie Imbruglia/Torn, and the Verve/The drugs dont work.

Hearing any of the above inspires a pavlovian reaction where I forget how to open doors.

The lesson? Be good, or the Queen may make you listen to the same song 700+ times. Could you take that quantity of "The Climb"?
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 13:25, 3 replies)
When the missus and I got married...
...we had "Love Will Tear us Apart" playing while we signed the register.
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 13:21, 2 replies)
I was going out with a lass
who really didn't appreciate it when I put on that kaiser chiefs song "every day I love you less and less". The joyfull singing along and dancing probably didn't help. "Why don't you get a job" by offspring never went down too well either come to think of it.
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 12:30, 1 reply)
Was anyone else
watching that tie-break between Federa and Murray and humming "Under Pressure" by Queen?

Length? 13 points!!
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 11:37, Reply)
A Little Respect
Fave song of all time is "A Little Respect" by Erasure, it sums me up perfectly.

I try to treat everyone with a little respect every now and again, even those who do not deserve it, most of the time I get sh*t back from them but as a firm believer in karma they will get what they deserve....

My uncle also committed suicide in September 1988, it was the month Erasure released "A Little Respect", I cant help but feel that if his employers & work colleagues showed him a little respect every now and again he wouldn't have topped himself.....
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 11:21, Reply)
Free Fallin'
Has been on repeat since my fiancee left last week. Not sure it's helping my mood much.
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 11:07, 3 replies)
Many years ago now, 'Love Walked In' by Thunder came on the radio
"Ah..." said my best mate Simon, who'd been to see them live a few weeks hence. "I can still remember where I was when they were playing this at the gig"
"Let me guess" I replied. "You were with a girl?"
"Nope!" came the answer. "I was in the toilet having a shit, coz I was feeling really full after those burgers Lloyd's mum made us!"

(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 11:04, Reply)
Ever fallen in love.
Friend was recovering from a breakdown and was doing really well so after seeing if another of our friends who would know when to tell me to shut up was willing to come I arranged a weekend camping not too far away. I got a bit of ribbing about going away with two young ladies and while enjoyed their company and entertained evil thoughts about what I would like to do with one of them we were just friends.
Waiting for dinner in the pub my phone rang. My father informing me that my nan had died. Thanks. Over the weekend my feelings for the hot one grew although mixed up with the bereavement. Didn't do anything but the following Mon at work where I couldn't settle to anything and was wondering what to do. I got a text. It was from a colleague who knew I was going away and can read me frighteningly well "What happened between you and X?" We had a text chat and in the end it was I either do nothing and wonder what might have been or go for it. For once in my life I went for it and wrote her a letter which I would probably cringe at if I saw it now. She rang, I tried to explain how I felt and got a very cold "Well you'll just have to live with it." For 3 years even when we were with mutual friends she would barely speak to me and to be on the cold side of someone so who was so warm was horrible. We talk again now but that was down to a bereavement which she was there for me every step of the way. She's been married and is now divorced and now I am wondering again if I stand a chance. I haven't got anywhere in the interim apart from self destructing over a married friend.

Song. www.youtube.com/watch?v=wsk5MJeV5Qc
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 10:17, Reply)
She would have been livid!
I'm Horny (by Mousse T.) playing in the background at my grannie's wake.
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 9:56, Reply)
'Fuck off back to QOTW'
by The /Talk Boarders is probably mine.
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 3:24, 1 reply)
Inappropriate 9/11...
Twas the eve of 9/11, the towers had collapsed, the world was in shock, a cloud of depression hung over our local. The band took to the stage, with a rousing rendition of "I feel safe in new york city..."

I laughed so hard i near shat
(, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 2:24, Reply)

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