Another Pound in the Pot

The lovely people at For Nine Pounds have been kind enough to allow me to hijack a small piece of their Blogberry Pie, but I am at a loss to know what I could add to this diverse Group Blog. But I will try my best and I thank you all for welcoming me in.

A relatively new convert to the blogosphere (being that I've been posting for little over three months), I have no concept of etiquette, rules, or whose toes I may be stepping on...and I'm fine with that. It's nice to feel free to do and say whatever I like (I've censored myself for far too long).

Today, my own blog died (or went asleep for a while, at least). I've got cgi errors all over the place, so I'm ignoring the problem and hoping it will go away. It does provide me with an opportunity to write my first blog post over here though, so that's convenient (I smell sabotage).

So, as I sit here, listening to Alanis Morissette's new album, I wonder if I can make it home tonight after the Radiohead concert and download and watch tonight's episode of Doctor Who before I collapse of exhaustion. You see, much as I'm a Radiohead fan, I adore Doctor Who and I am furious with myself that I'll be missing tonight's episode, a follow on from last week's nail-biter.

I am really looking forward to the concert though. A friend of mine, Andrew, text me during the week to say he had spare tickets, so Lottie and I will be joining him and his better half tonight. I'm actually going to abandon Alanis for a while to listen to a bit of ancient classic Radiohead. Listening to The Bends always brings me back to 4th year in school (maybe even just the summer holidays that year). It was a time when I was making friends for the first time, girls were starting to look at me with something that did NOT resemble disdain and queasiness, I had discovered something that I would later learn was 'confidence' and life was, at last, starting to take an upward turn. Many people at the time described Radiohead's lyrics and music as depressing and angst ridden, but I only ever felt good and happy listening to Thom York's screechy falsettos.

It's still, to this day one of my favourite albums and I usually 'rediscover' it about once a year. 26 is perhaps far too young to be nostalgic, but I don't care, I love the youthful feelings the music stirs in me. I'm a very different person now to what I was back then. I like me a lot more now and I think those around me far prefer today's Darren, but still, the latter end of the nineties began a wonderful journey for me and I will only ever remember it fondly.

So, lurkers, commenters and other posters, do you have an album, an old piece of music, you like to stick on every now and then that you can drift away to and remember a different time, a different place, a different you?