Rock the Casbah

Tomorrow H and I fly to Marrakech for 4 days.  We are both quite looking forward to it, even though we are flying Sleazyjet.  We are definately going to be doing it on a budget, but who cares, its a different country.  It will be a lot warmer, its about 20 degrees there at the moment, but it might have some rain though.

I can’t wait to see the souk’s and the Djemma el Fna, and something a bit different to here, with lots of bright colours and different foods.

Radio 2 ≠ Middleage

Realisation hit me last night at the pub quiz with the question “Who replaced Chris Evans on the Drive time show on Radio 2?”  The answer is Simon Mayo.  I only know that because I listen to it.  I realised that I may be turning middle aged.  I am not 30 yet, a few more months to go, but not just yet. 

 

Now, I only really listen to the radio in my car as my CD player doesn’t work properly, and I don’t listen to Radio 1 as Chris Moyles is on in the morning, and I can’t stand the man.  I would listen to 6 music but you don’t get that on old school radio. 

 

Anyway, it has good music on, yesterday I was listening to the Doors on the way in, The Cure today.  The downside is that they play awful lot of rubbish.  Especially during the day, when they had in Interview with Jedward and then played their horrific version of Vanilla Ice crossed with Queen.  On the flipside (ooh listen to me with my youth vernacular) they had an interview with Lloyd Grossman, the TV chef and pasta sauce creator, who also plays in a punk band. You don’t get that sort of thing on Radio 1.  You also don’t get classic tunes from Curtis Mayfield, Johnny Cash and Pink Floyd.

 

Anyway,  I have had my quarterlife crisis (its a real thing, google it) and I am not really that fussed about turning 30, but then again, what is wrong with turning 30 anyway.  Most of my friends are now either married or having kids, so is that what it means?  Is it having a good job and a nice car, because I am not there yet, and won’t be for the forseeable future.

 

I don’t feel 30, so I know what I will do…carry on as normal and go to gigs and listen to Pendulum in the car.

The One and Only

Last night I popped my Cellars cherry with a trip to see Chesney Hawkes, yes, him of The One and Only fame.  Do you know what, take the piss all you want, but he was actually great.  More than just a footnote in musical history. 

I didn’t really want to go, but said I would as it is one part of the Boy Lord’s leaving do (he moves to Korea to teach English in just over a week).  So we got there and it was busy, not packed, but busy enough.  We found a decent spot to stand and waited.  2 support acts came on and went Dirty Sky Jones was very good, and quite comical. 

Not however as comical as Chesney.  If your career highlight was a one hit wonder back in 1991 (actually theer were 2 follow up singles, number 28 and 68 in the charts respectively) when you were 18, I guess you have to be.  The last 19 years appear to have been good for him, his songwriting really is very good, and his voice is good too.

He is not so much of a joke anymore in my mind, but he finished on The One and Only and it got a big sing-a-long.