The Young and the Innocent

Nuttin No Go So was my favourite song when I was 15, I would listen to it several times daily on my brother’s discman. It held me through the twists and turns of teenage angst and uncertainty about impending adulthood and choices.

Then I forgot about it.

Jesus- patron saint of misfits.

Yesterday morning I headed to my brother’s room in search of my headphones, he likes to ‘borrow’ them and keep them in his room until I go on a retrieval mission. He was trying to cling to the last wisps of sleep but I snatched them out of his grip by shaking his feet and hitting his ankles.

“you’re awake” he mused

Lyrically- Blowing in the wind.

Bob Dylan’s classic song has transcended into legend, the anthem of the civil rights movement and a succour for many oppressed. It is one of my favourite songs, however I prefer Dolly Parton’s version- her voice does things to that song that take me many miles above the earth.

The baby and music.

This afternoon my brother came into my room with a smile that carried full scale mischief, he was followed in by my father who was holding a tiny onesie. It is yellow, mustard is the right word and I wore it as a baby. It was so tiny that I doubted that it was mine even though my mother confirmed it too.

LOVE LIKE IN A ROCK SONG

LOVE LIKE IN A ROCK SONG

 

I want love like in a rock song,

Vibrant, merry and loud,

A love that burns at all ends,

Without a care for the morrow.

From Anger to Danger

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you definitely have heard about the New Year’s Day Headies drama between my boo Don Jazzy and Olamide- who’s my musical crush (I know the thing is confusing too).

I want to marry Don Jazzy

Stop laughing! I’m serious!

Don Jazzy’s birthday was only a few days ago, he turned thirty-three and I’m pretty sure he’s thinking about marriage. I already know I’d make the perfect wife for the Mega Superstar producer.