All entries for Saturday 25 June 2005
June 25, 2005
Inspired by Dan, I am going to attempt to list the songs I feel have most encapsulated these last three years. Explanations will be provided where possible, and please note that the year may not always correspond to the existance of a track at that time.
- New Frontier – Counting Crows
- New Slang – The Shins
- Oxygen – JJ72 - Fresher's Ball
- The Loner – Gary Moore
- Winter – Joshua Radin. Grandfather's death. Association via the ever-awesome Scrubs.
- Tears in the Rain – Joe Satriani
- Don't Panic – Coldplay
- I Understand It – Idlewild. Getting a 1st.
- Disconnected – Idlewild. No internet in term 1.
- This Is The Place – Red Hot Chili Peppers. Started to realise how much I liked Warwick.
- Globes and Maps – Something Corporate
- Konstantine – Something Corporate. Just two great songs I listened to a lot.
- Up All Night – Counting Crows. The only allnighter of my entire degree, on the deadline of the Software Engineering project.
- The Bronze Medal – Idlewild
- Summer Song – Tammany Hall
- Miracle – Vertical Horizon. Required to get a 1st.
- Honestly – Cary Brothers
- The Metre – Powderfinger
- Fine – Tammany Hall. Recovering from a bit of depression.
- I'm Not Afraid – Remy Zero
- As If I Hadn't Slept – Idlewild. Sleep deprivation in term 2.
- Wanderlust – Nightwish. The urge to explore campus before having to leave it.
- Breakdown – Mae. Waiting for the final results.
- The Scientist – Coldplay. Supposedly.
- Good Riddance (Time of your life) – Green Day. See Dan's reasons.
- See You Soon – Coldplay. Hopefully.
All Three Years:
- Simon – Lifehouse
I leave tomorrow at about 11:30, and am now as packed as I can be before then. My room looks horribly bare:
I had to leave those photos in the mirror up, or I might have become terminally depressed.
It always suprises and slightly dismays me that the vast majority of my worldly possessions fit into 6 small flat-pack crates and a suitcase.
So tomorrow it's back to London. Back to dialup. Back to incessant parental nagging about why I haven't got a job sorted for the summer/next year/why I haven't organised anything at all/why I'm so useless…
Why can't Being Simon Brent be a profession for which one can be paid?