All entries for Saturday 25 June 2005

Soundtrack to Warwick

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.

Year 1:

• 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.

Year 2:

• 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

Year 3:

• 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

: 25 Jun 2005 23:28 |  Tags: Music |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Ready for the off

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?

: 25 Jun 2005 22:47 |  Tags: Pictionary |  Comments (2) |  Close comments |  Report a problem