All entries for Thursday 09 June 2005
June 09, 2005
Allstar - Smashmouth
Because it's fun.
You and Me song - the Wannadies
A Song of my childhood that's just happy and smiley.
Move on Up - Curtis Mayfield
Upbeat to the last chord.
Maria - Blondie
Surfin' USA - The Beach Boys
Because any Summer playlist has to have at least one Beach Boys song. It's the Law.
We are Young - Supergrass
Well we are. So there.
Tubthumping - Chumbawumba
Reminds me of CCF Summer camp.
The Day We Caught the Train - Ocean colour Scene
I just like this one.
Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus
We all are. Don't try and deny it. School disco type song.
Steal my Sunshine - Len
Because it's just yellow and fun and packed edge to edge with sunshine.
Wake up Boo! - The Boo Radley's
A Song that I only recently found out what it was, but seem to remember it from long ago.
Atomic - Blondie
It's on the Bend it Like Beckham soundtrack. Reminds me of summers with old friend Roona. She's a star. :)
Sweet Home Alabama - Lynard Skynard
Boys of Summer - Don Henley
Bitter sweet. Reminds me of America, and a little bit of Majorca. A song that makes me want to go travel, see something amazing.
Summer of '69 Bryan Adams
Again, it's the Law. It's also a fantastic track.
God, I need to get away.
It's an outdoor cafe. I don't know where. It could be Spain, or France or somewhere else near the Med. I'm sitting in the shade, on a green metal chair, drinking a long cold glass of Orangina, and listening to the sound of people going by, going about their business. A waiter comes over with a plate of warm bread and cheese. The tablecloth is red and white checks. The sun is warm, and there is a light breeze. I can see the palms by the sea front reaching for the sky, reaching for the sun. I'm wearing a big straw hat with a blue-green ribbon, and I can hear the sea - the waves crashing on the shore.
I'm listening to my semi-penultimate summer compilation tape.
The music is blasting from the car's sound system. It's a bright red convertible, and the top's down. It's packed with friends, and we're all singing along, driving down the open road in Arizona or somewhere. The car is kicking up clouds of dust, and our hair is whipping back out of our faces. It's baking hot, but at this speed you don't notice. There's not a cloud on the horizon, there's not a car in sight except for ours.
I want more than anything to go somewhere.
The sand is cool. It's late, but it's not dark because the lights of the town illuminate the beach where the waves still pound at the shore. Today's sandcastles will be tomorrow's flat sand. It's still warm. Street artists on the seafront draw in spray paints and chalks, juggle, eat fire, play music. There's a group of people dancing Salsa and we dance as the sun sinks into the ocean.
It's not that I'm tired of here,
The sound of the gulls and the surf is tantalising. This is Beadnal. I can smell the salt in the air. I can see the boats, Tom's Lazer coming into shore - I should go down and meet him. David and his family are probably about as well. The sand is gritty between my toes, and my feet are filthy. I've been walking barefoot all over the place - cobbles, gravel, tarmac, sand, boulders, dunes, grass, seashore. I can taste barbecue food and ketchup from the sailing club. There'll be fresh caught fish later. I run down to the beach to pull in the boat.
I just have itchy feet.
The grass tickles my feet and the sun beats down making everything so damn green I can't see a thing. There are ducks in the lake, a rough wool picnic blanket beneath us, a good book in my hand, and strawberries in front of me. Someone's kicking a football about near us. We'll play frisbee later or go swim, and listen to music.