RIP Errol Brown – Song of the Day

The first song I ever heard by Hot Chocolate was It Started With a Kiss.

Thank you for the memories.


Random Childhood Memory

Had a random thought just now about a song in a beginners piano book I had as a child. My Dame Has a Lame, Tame Crane. Do you know it? My sister and I used to crack up hysterically because it was a tongue twister – at least for a six and eight year old. I mean fall on the floor hysterics over missing a word in the rhyme. Yeah, we didn’t get out much. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

My dame has a lame, tame crane
My dame has a crane that is lame
Oh say, gentle Jane,
Does your dameโ€™s lame tame crane feed
And come home again?

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How My Love For John Legend Began

It all started when I met my husband. There was an independent record shop on Edgware road in London (sadly it has since closed down). My husband passed this shop on his way to work daily and subsequently visited the shop daily. He would buy new indie CD’s that were not mainstream yet – the shop owner was like the Jools Holland of record shops. He always knew what to look out for and had a brilliant ear for music. So in 2003 my husband was introduced to a man called John Legend and by default I was introduced to him. I’ll be honest, I didn’t like the music all that much but he had me at Ordinary people. So I became a John Legend fan circa 2003/4. His music has a special place in my heart because it was the soundtrack to the year we met. Can you hear the violin strings?

On our honeymoon, we went to New Orleans, and discovered that we just missed his concert; literally by hours. We were so gutted. And for the past nine years, I’ve been waiting for John Legend to come to the UK. Last year I put him on my bucket list and decided that I would plan a trip to the States if necessary to see him in concert. โ€‹I constantly barraged his Facebook page to ask when he was coming to the UK, but nothing. Then it happened, May 2014, an announcement that he would be coming.


I screamed. Called my husband – and that was my first mistake – and, regrettably, he didn’t seem so keen to go. May begat June, then begat July, then begat August and then begat September and I watched John Legend come and go. I almost went to Oslo but we had no options for childcare. By the time he, my husband that is, decided he wanted to go, the tickets were fewer and so expensive. I sadly decided to let it go aka Frozen style not without telling my husband that it was HIS fault.

โ€‹Just on an aside. this isn’t the first time this sort of this has happened whereby I’ve lost out because I wanted to go with my husband. There was the Olympics, Michael Jackson (OK he passed away), the Queen’s Centenary street party (OK it eventually rained all day) and now this. After 9 years of marriage you would think I would have learned to just do my own thing, but nooooo. I have to be all romantic and lovey dovey, two-peas-in-a-pod-kind-of-person. Well enough! I used to go to the theatre and cinema on my own. If I did it then, I can do it now. So I have calmly informed him that next time I’ll book two tickets and if he can’t make it I’ll take a friend. To which he wisely agreed was for the best. ๐Ÿ™‚

Back to my story. So you can imagine my excitement when I got a text from O2 informing me that John Legend would be back next year and the tickets would be sold that morning. Did I wait? No. Did I consult my husband first? Heck NO! I went on-line and bought the tickets and THEN told
him. And so in June 2015, John Legend and I will finally be in the same room together, albeit with my husband and 17,000+ other people. Can’t wait. ๐Ÿ™‚


PS I just did a similar thing with tickets to see Julia Donaldson’s Stickman at the theatre. Seems I’ve discovered it pays to walk alone – sometimes

Yep! I’m A Superhero!!!!

I love these guys. ย Their music never disappoints!

Here’s to all Superheroes all around the world!

Hope this recharges your batteries and strengthens your capes! ๐Ÿ™‚

When you’ve been fighting for it all your life
You’ve been struggling to make things right
That’s how a superhero learns to fly

Every day, every hour,ย turn the pain into power

When you’ve fighting for it all your life
You’ve been working every day and night
That’s how a superhero learns to fly
Every day, every hour,ย turn the pain into power

Oh-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh

Read more: Script – Superheroes Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Barry, James / O Donoghue, Daniel / Sheehan, Mark

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The Piano Was My Obsession

Yesterday I blogged about my childhood passion, playing the piano.

Due to the fact that my academic prowess was quite feeble, lol, it was almost a fait accompli that I would not go to university. There were discussions around going to the Royal College of Music to study music professionally and it was a dream that I harboured for years and held very dearly until the fateful day that I got my O’Levels results. I got A’s in my O’Levels, lots of A’s, and suddenly the wider ‘professional’ world was wide open to me. Whereas in the past I only saw one possible future really, now I could be anything I wanted. Well almost anything. Being from an African family, the choices were doctor, lawyer, accountant, engineer or architect. ๐Ÿ™‚

Whilst result day was a great day for me, I often wonder what if I had gone ahead and been a concert pianist. It certainly sounds more exciting than the accountancy path I took.

So I’m dusting off my music sheets and picking this up this passion again. I might even take the theory exams just to fulfill all righteousness. :). I think it’s quite telling that I was able to find them so easily and they were well protected after so many years.


I’m excited! Now I know how my son feels. I’m not sure how I’m going to fit it in yet but I guess the first step is a desire to. And it’ll be pleasure not work. Let’s see what 2015 brings.


I Want To Get Married Again

This song makes me want to have a wedding again just for the sake of dancing to it.

Thinking Out Loud
When your legs don’t work like they used to before
And I can’t sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks
And darling I will be loving you ’til we’re 70
And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I’m thinking ’bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Oh me I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am

So honey now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
Maybe we found love right where we are

When my hair’s all but gone and my memory fades
And the crowds don’t remember my name
When my hands don’t play the strings the same way, mm
I know you will still love me the same
‘Cause honey your soul can never grow old, it’s evergreen
Baby your smile’s forever in my mind and memory
I’m thinking ’bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe it’s all part of a plan
I just keep on making the same mistakes
Hoping that you’ll understand

But baby now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are, oh
(Ah la la, la la la, la la la, la la la la)

So baby now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Oh darling, place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are
Oh maybe we found love right where we are
And we found love right where we are

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Thanks To An Older Sibling I’m A Music Snob

Whenever people ask me about my siblings I crack a joke that my parents missed the day when family planning was taught at school. My older sister is ten years older than me and my youngest sister is eight year younger than me. There’s a whole lot of families in between the eighteen years it took my mother to rear children. ๐Ÿ˜‰

There are many advantages to having a sister much more older than you. I will spare her by not mentioning ANY of the disadvantages but she knows. ;). Firstly she’s old enough to buy you clothes, CDs and generally anything you ask for. Secondly, you get to go to a lot of cool places that you parents wouldn’t take you to. Thirdly, she doesn’t censor what you watch or listen to. ROTFL. I could go on and on but by far the greatest advantage is having access to a repertoire of music that none of your peers were privy to, unless they had much older siblings.

At the age of ten I was rocking to George Benson, Shalamar, Luther Vandross, Gladys Night and the Pips, The Commodores, Off the Wall Michael Jackson not Thriller, the Gap Band, Ray Parker Junior (pre Ghostbusters), Anita Baker, Art Garfunkel and Paul Simon, Quincy Jones, Donna Summer, Marvin Gaye (pre Sexual Healing), Stevie Wonder, Lionel Richie, The Whispers, Queen, Prince, Sade, Police, Chaka Khan, Tracy Chapman, Randy Crawford, Dionne Warwick, Bill Weathers, The Whispers, Kool and the Gang, Teddy Pendergrass, Aretha Franklin and so many others that could fill the sky and beyond.

Fortunately I was also born in an era when music was still an art and pre auto-tune abuse. The sounds of my youth were New Edition, Bobby Brown, Whitney Houston, Wham, Spandau Ballet, Madonna, Post Thriller MJ, Al B Sure, Fela, Salt ‘n’ Pepa, En Vogue, Gloria Estefan, Five Star, Heavy D, Janet Jackson, Guy, Babyface, Christopher Williams, Tevin Campbell, SWV, Jodeci, Joe, Mary J Blidge, Karen White, Maxi Priest, Sting, George Michael, Maxwell, TLC, Aaliyah, Boyz to Men, and where do I stop.

Come to think of it, being blessed with older parents meant I was also introduced to Nat King Cole, Perry Como, Cliff Richard (oooo I remember playing Summer Holiday over and over again on vinyl), Julio Iglesias (father to Enriquรฉ), Sammy Davis Jnr, Louise Armstrong, Cole Porter, Doris Day, etc.

I am sooooooooooooooooo happy that I was not born in this present era of music. I would have missed so much. Wouldn’t that have been the worst form of ignorance? I shudder at the thought. #Brrrrrr. I couldn’t list as many musicians post the 90s to be honest. That’s partly because they just didn’t grab my interest as much. Don’t get me wrong, I am a pop music girl and partial to a bit of chart music but I will never mistake what I listen to now for real music – they are purely entertainment. Of course there are exceptions but very few that I would buy let alone see in concert.

I should be offended that my soon-to-be-eighteen year old niece refers to Bobby Brown as an oldie but I suppose she is right. Yes I know I sound like a grumpy old woman. I already alluded to that in 12 Ways To Know You’re Getting Old. If I’ve done a good job with this, then you should be heading straight for YouTube right now!