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
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?