Showing posts with label me myself and i. Show all posts
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Friday, 16 June 2017

Musicality

I will listen from music from the time I'm up, non stop until Andy's home, as he gets bored of my never-ending pre 1962 tunes! Oddly, most of the time, when he walks back through the front door, Ricky Nelson is playing, which leads him to tease me about playing nothing but Ricky. Even if he isn't playing, he jokes that I saw him coming and changed it from Ricky to someone else!

Within my preferred time, I listen to a wide array of music: rock and roll, proper R&B, doo wop, rockabilly, country, blues, though not too bluesy as I need a hefty dollop of rhythm with my blues to make it palatable, crooners, 50's and early 60's pop.

People usually have pre-conceived notions about me from the way I dress and they usually assume I like Elvis Presley, hence this post!

Singers from reading my blog you may have guessed I like. And indeed I do:

Buddy Holly





I like odd affectations in voices. In fact, this can make me turn on a sixpence and label something my favourite song of the moment! I like voices which break a little on a particular word, an odd way of pronouncing something, hoarseness, you get the picture. So, Buddy Holly's distinctive voice, is just my cup of tea.

The Everly Brothers





So dreamy. Nothing more needs to be said.


Singers from reading my blog you may have assumed I like. And I don't, not really:

Elvis Presley





It isn't that I don't like him, it's that I don't choose to listen to him and there are only
certain songs I like and they are very few in number.
There are others I would choose to listen to over him. 

Roy Orbison





Yes, he can sing, I openly acknowledge that, but I just don't like his voice, except on slower tracks and consequently, only really like In Dreams and Crying.
I hate, hate, hate Pretty Woman.  

Little Richard





Don't know what it is, I simply have no desire to own anything by him.
I like The Girl Can't Help It but that's it really. 

Bill Haley



I don't like his voice, simple as that.
I do like The Comets though, they are an incredible band!

Chuck Berry


I admit, he was a talented musician, but after a while, it all starts sounding really samey. 
There are records he did which I like, but I don't tend to listen to him by choice.

Cliff Richard
No.
Just no.
In fact, I'd go as far as to say NO!
Actually, NEVER!



Singers from reading my blog now, that even I would never have guessed I would ever like:

Hank Williams





I never, ever liked country singers and still don't like modern country and by that, note that I think anything past 1962 is modern. It's one of my endearing quirks ;)
Listening to a steady stream of rock and roll, got me on to rockabilly, then listen to enough of that and you start to hear the country influence and after listening to Warren Smith, a lot, I then heard on a film soundtrack, something by Hank Williams and was suddenly open to hearing more and now I absolutely love him.

Jerry Lee Lewis





One of my favourites, who I would never have guessed I would like, because as a child, he scared me! I was trying to think how I would have been exposed to him. It was the actual sight of Jerry Lee that scared me, and am guessing, as my nan wasn't music minded and my granddad was all about Jim Reeves, my mum wasn't so much about music, but my step dad was, and to my knowledge, he isn't a fan of The Killer, that I must have seen him on some Alan Freed music vehicle as when I was wee, Alan Freed fascinated me. An early memory is of me being alone and him being on the telly and me sitting right up close, about a foot away from the telly, gazing at him in wonder. I was an odd child! 

Gene Vincent & the Blue Caps





Andy likes Gene Vincent, but even after trying to brainwash myself by playing him over and over in the car, I just couldn't get along with his music. Then I heard him speak and he was so softly spoken, that I immediately came round as I am all about voices *cough*shallow*cough*
Mind you, one of his band really unsettles me (the one on the right, clapping), in the same way Jerry Lee did. Must be the wild musician thing!

Johnny Burnette





I'm not talking the You're Sixteen Johnny, I'm talking rockabilly Johnny. I got Andy a CD once and hated it on first listen. Then as my ears became acclimatised to such things, I found him easier and easier to listen to. Now I label one of his songs one of my all time favourites.


Other Music Type Things I Just Adore:

Trad Jazz





I love it. But unless it's got a mad clarinet backed up with a just as mad trombone, I'm lukewarm and oh so very not interested.

Teen Romance Tunes





I can't help it and I offer no apologies! 
I like the innocence of these songs.
There's one song I love which opens with the line "Here she comes, the prettiest girl in town ..."
They just don't write them like that anymore, and that makes me sad.


Conversation Songs


One of my favourite conversation songs, for want of a better description, is Say Man by Bo Diddley and his right hand maraca man, Jerome Green. 
Have a listen.




Music Type Things I Really Don't Like:

Novelty Songs





I just cannot tolerate novelty songs. First listen I am fine, second, I start to get irritated.
The early sixties seems to be rife with such things. I really do not like things like Beatnik Fly by Johnny and the Hurricanes and Rockin' Goose.


Instrumentals
I don't mind Link Ray's Rumble, Santo & Johnny's Sleepwalk and I ADORE Dick Dale's Miserlou, but I am very lyrically led, so records without lyrics don't do it for me. I think though, I would go as far as to say that Miserlou is my all time favourite record without lyrics. The mariachi section makes me beyond happy!


I am also not partial to things like Tequila which are largely instrumental but feature just one phrase.




Thursday, 1 June 2017

Giftage and An Outfit Post

While washing up the other day, I saw a Parcel Force van pull up. For a moment I thought, please be in, I don't want to take in packets for the neighbours as all too often, it's the same places and they either don't come for their packet, we have to go to them, or it's for the people who completely blank us. Good enough to take in your parcels, but not good enough to say hello when we're right outside? No, I don't want any part of that nonsense. Manners cost nothing.

Anyway, there was a knock on our door straight away and I was handed a packet. I could not think why it was being delivered here, unless it was a late birthday gift for Andy, but no, it was for me! From Ann!

I had been looking through the telly listings when I saw a mini documentary (5 minutes long) was being shown, about the Brussels Expo '58 event, and mentioned it to Ann, who had done two blog posts about the event, which I loved. She was kind enough to offer to send me a book and DVD of Expo 58!

She also sent me a beautiful pale green scarf. Greens and purples together make me very happy, it's a favourite colour combination of mine. I also like fuchsia and emerald green.



There was also a bird brooch, which is so delicate! I love it. Andy commented that it looks Christmassy. It's the gold bird right in the middle of the picture.

These brooches are a combination of childhood ones (the butterfly, Golly, Bambi and the blue one), gifts, inherited and lucky finds in charity shops, vintage emporiums and the antique shop I strike gold in regularly.



There was also a flamingo card. Thank you so much Ann, you're an angel xxx

I thought I would also, while I'm here, and while I was remembering to take photos (but while I was also forgetting to take pictures of the card and Expo items!) show the gloves I got for Christmas from my mum and step dad. Aren't they pretty. They're brand new Dents gloves and it's a shame, but they're just a smidge loose, but I have small hands and slender fingers, so it was inevitable. They're certainly wearable though.


A quick outfit to end with. I have tried to get outfit shots for my blog on numerous occasions, but seem to have been left with endless photos of myself that I just don't like, most likely to do with having two months of being terribly poorly, with no break between episodes, merely an overlap, making me feel twice as terrible. I look worn down and tired most of the time.
I have but two photos to share.

Black vintage hair scarf - gift from Vix
Polka dot Western style blouse - retail, had for a few years now
Belt - Hell Bunny
Circle Skirt - Lindy Bop
Petticoats x 2 - eBay, two because they have lost oomph
Ballet Flats - retail, they have a hole in the sole but are better than the newer ones I have



I then went out in this outfit, with my heels on and got myself two compliments from people on the street, so that made me feel a bit better about everything :)





Sunday, 21 May 2017

National Trust Buffoonery Pt I

I was recently asked why myself and Andy rarely smile in photos. Speaking for myself, I get self conscious and Andy has two settings: straight faced or clown.

As a reference point, this is Andy.
This is the man I married.




This is also the man I married. 
And this, this is what I have to put up with.

Petworth House


Mottisfont Abbey



Hinton Ampner



Polesden Lacey



Petworth


Every time.

And today is his birthday and we're off to a motor museum!

Saturday, 13 May 2017

Bluebells

It's bluebell time!


I just love bluebells, but they're so hard to photograph successfully. What looks gloriously vibrant with the eye is all too often lost through a camera, which is endlessly frustrating.



There is a bluebell wood near to us, so we headed off for a look on Easter Monday. I wasn't in the best of mind sets as I'd just had my accident and then found I had a black eye as well as a bump on the head. I also had to wear my flat shoes which aesthetically I hate. They were the only ballet flats which were made of synthetic material that didn't have studs or some other nonsense on them, so when it came time for new shoes, they were my only option. I am now back in the ones I got the new ones to replace, even if they do have a hole in the sole. No, no idea why I didn't throw the holey ones away, maybe because they are absurdly comfy.

Anyway, I was tired and just getting over being ill too. Shortly into the walk, a collie named Pickwick completely freaked out because of my jacket and started barking madly at me. Really he did. The owner told me it was my jacket! But after realising I wasn't scary, he came for strokes, so all was well. Until ...




My poor feet hurt like the devil (stupid shoes).
It was uphill initially, as Andy took us the wrong way and if you believe nothing else about a Melanie, then believe this: they do not like uphill.
I had sticks and leaves in my shoes.
I lost a shoe.
I got a hole in my stocking.
I walked into the branch of a holly tree and hit my head (the neighbours who looked after me after my accident, and Andy were joking that when left alone I should be wrapped up in bubble wrap ... I am beginning to suspect they might be right).
I got a bruise and scrapes on my thigh when trying to clamber over a fallen tree.
Then to top it all off, we took a wrong turn and had to walk down a dual carriageway back to the car.

But, onto the loveliness.

The South Downs.


Butser Hill


The bluebells were magnificent! They also smelt divine.













Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Architecture Tart Tuesday: Portsmouth Brutalism



When I was going through my photo files, I saw this and instantly knew someone who follows my blog would love it. I then found it was featured on the brutalism website and absolutely knew my hunch was correct.


This is the Norrish Central Library, built in 1976 and designed by Ken Norrish. I found this on line - "In 1996, the Victoria Park conservation area established in 1973 was extended to cover the entire Guildhall Square including the Norrish Central library, so unlike the tragic Tricorn Centre this brutalist masterpiece will not come under threat of demolition any time soon."

It is a building I have always known, coming from Portsmouth as I do. It was always around and I had many a trip there as a child as it wasn't my local library, but one my mother would take my sister to.

I shall definitely go back and do a proper photo shoot of the place.
Andy's due a haircut so I can go then.



The steep stairs which lead up to the library.
(there are shallower ones right next door, which is odd)


These lie at the foot of the stairs and remind me very well of the play equipment behind the 1960's town house I grew up in and the playground equipment in my first school. No soft bark ground there, it was concrete floor and concrete play equipment and like it! Concrete Henge if you like.




Speaking of the Tricorn Centre (RIP dear building) ...


The times I crossed this very road, at this very point ...


I got off a bus here as a child and promptly fell over a bollard!
Funny what you remember!

And see the sign? "Tricorn down! Portsmouth up!"
*sigh*
What's there now you may ask? A carpark.
Portsmouth also knocked down a beautiful old cinema in the nineties and there is nothing there to this day but rubble hiding behind fences.




This, this is all that's left.






A neighbouring building and I'm struggling to recall if the Tricorn reached this.


I have some Tricorn pictures from way back when myself and my friend of the time would spend ridiculous amounts of time exploring the then disused building. We were frequently shooed away by security. They were all taken with a cheap snapshot film camera, I'll see if I can find them ...


... found some! Unfortunately, I never had the foresight to get a picture of the entire structure, but it was difficult considering how big it was and how surrounded it was. I also never thought they would demolish it. I purposely avoided the area when I knew the demolition was taking place, made easier since I had moved away, but it still saddens me.

Aww look at baby Melanie!
I'm wearing a vintage jacket by the way.


Again, wearing the vintage jacket and a vintage mini dress which barely covers my bum!


My partner in crime.


Vintage hot pants and vintage fake fur. I also know I was wearing a vintage diamante necklace!
This is the result of watching Pulp, Suede and Manic Street Preachers videos!


The only vintage I'm wearing here is the white men's shirt I was wearing.





Other shots, more messing around in The Tricorn.










Vintage jacket.
60ft Dolls t-shirt.
Vintage velvet flares and £1.99 plimsolls!


I'm struggling to recall if that building in the background was part of The Tricorn in any way.


I have oodles and oodles of other photos, we were there all the time. Every Tuesday my friend would collect me, we would head into town, using the aforementioned crossing above, then we'd go to HMV and look at the new singles, go on to Woolworths where we would get a pot of tea for two, then we'd head to the Tricorn and take endless photos! I find it so sad that the Tricorn is gone, HMV has gone and Woolworths too. Consequently, I don't like to go to this part of Portsmouth anymore.