This week, I have been mostly listening to half-familiar new-ish artists (mostly from the Communion record label, it would seem...)
At this very moment, it is Marcus Foster, with his luxuriously husky mellowness, preceded by the eclectic Peggy Sue, whom I love (though I think I prefer their first album, based on the sound cloud on their website, peggywho.com). Through the post this week (I heart amazon.co.uk), I received the WONDERFUL Benjamin Francis Leftwich album. It is a bit same-y, I suppose, but I also suppose that is what BFL 'sounds' like, and when that sound is so very wonderful, I can't help but be glad of lots of it.
(iTunes has just shuffled onto 'Oh Susannah', by Pete Roe. I am going to see him support Laura Marling at the beginning of March, and I am WELL excited - he is my sound of summer 2011, especially 'Bellina'. LOVE IT.)
This week, I had a birthday. I am old.
But feeling strangely ok about being a bit old.
I am still mid-twenties. Just a bit on the later side of mid-...
Anyway, it was lovely - I saw some family, my year 11s singing to me, my form going crazy because of it being my birthday, and a terrible, terrible film. ("Haywire" - plotless, full of gratuitous thumping and loud violence, plus a bonus scene of completely unnecessary kissing that doesn't fit with any of the rest of the film. Ewan MacGregor is made to speak with a (bad) American accent, and Channing Tatum pouts a bit, before getting shot in his broken arm. Nice.)
This week, I also decided to move on from the church I've been with for the past year or so. It is just a little too far away, really. It worked for a while, but since moving to my current address, it added on about 10 extra minutes. Which isn't a lot, I appreciate that, but it just made everything feel more difficult.
But that means I have the exciting task ahead of finding and settling into a new church. EXCITING!
This weekend, I saw one of my bestest friends (the one who got married in this post). It was SO lovely to see her. We walked, mooched, boggled, drank tea, ate cake, ate soup, ate croissants, watched an obscene amount of DVD (including approximately a million episodes of Flight of the Conchords - she had not seen it. Oh, now she has!)
And this afternoon, I have spent muchmuch time compiling and beginning to tackle a mammoth 'To Do' list. Frustratingly a lot of it has to be completed using information I have on my school laptop, so I will need to complete that in all the spare time I have at school.
Sorry, just the thought of having spare time at school made me laugh a little bit...
Anyway, here's a thought:
I wonder if people can be broken. I mean, not bones, just like... Say, if you'd fallen in love with someone, but it didn't work out, or they didn't love you back, or whatever, and then you don't ever seem to fall in love with anyone else ever, you just stay sort of 'stuck' in love with that person - that sort of means you're ceasing to function properly because of the immovable feelings for that person. So, in effect, you're now broken, because you aren't working as you're supposed to.
Does that make sense?
What would you do? How could you get un-broken?
I'm not really sure what the answer is, or even if the problem is a real one, but it's just something I was thinking of recently.
Anyway, I'm now listening to Ben Howard. His is the sort of voice I would like to hear in the summertime, sitting with a crowd of people, perhaps with some sort of campfire in the middle of us all...
There is something magical about this year.
I can feel it already.