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Wednesday, 17 January 2024

Self-Help For Cynics #19: Playing It Safe

Iggy Pop - Play It Safe

I clearly remember the first time I walked into a classroom as a trainee teacher. It was an adult Functional Skills English workshop, and all the students were quietly getting on with a variety of tasks in groups. It wasn't at all what I'd expected, and when the teacher I'd come to shadow said to me, "just go round the groups and see if anyone needs any help", I was suddenly terrified. 

Just... walk up to complete strangers who didn't know me from Adam - many of whom were older than me, and of a variety of different ethnicities - introduce myself and offer them help? I'd prepared myself for standing at the front of a class and delivering a lesson to a group of teenagers. I had lots of experience in performance and presentation and making myself heard or noticed... but a quiet, casual chat with a gentle offer of assistance to grown-ups... that was well outside my comfort zone. 

Beth Orton - Safety

Those of you who have been following this series from the start will know that we've identified the main culprit of our stress, anxiety and other mental health concerns... the amygdala or monkey brain. To recap...

Whenever the amygdala senses any kind of threat – from a bus about to run us over in the street to somebody gossiping about us behind our back in the office – it sets off our spider-sense, various hormonal and neurological warning signals that in turn cause us to feel the symptoms of stress. These will vary depending on the individual and the situation, but they include all the old favourites – physical stuff such as increased heart rate, changes to breathing, hot or cold sweat, and mental reactions such as fear, anger and shame. Stress hormones basically prepare us to fight the threat or flee from the danger: fight or flight. But they often override our normal, logical human brain, and let our monkey brain take over. 

The problem comes in the modern world, where the monkey brain finds it increasingly difficult to work out what's an actual threat to life... and what's merely a difficult problem to be overcome. So it looks to us for understanding... and we don't help ourselves by playing it safe.

The Airborne Toxic Event - Safe

In theory, any new experience contains danger. Meeting new people, starting a new job, going out on a first date, trying a new hobby or club... life would be so much easier if we just stuck with the stuff we know and are comfortable with. Anything new - well, we don't know how to deal with it or what problems we might encounter along the way. And that's scary.

Emmy The Great - Bad Things Coming, We Are Safe

Writing this particular blog series is a bit like that. Every time I sit down to do it, I'm forcing myself out of my comfort zone. I'm not really an expert on this subject, I'm just fumbling my way through. It would be so much easier when I open up my computer to just cobble together another edition of Saturday Snapshots or Namesakes. I know how to do those now. They might take time and research and a bit of head-scratching, but they're familiar and comforting and safe. 

Or, I might put off writing the blog altogether and go watch some TV. Read a book (if only!). Watch some more music videos on youtube from bands I've never heard of. 

Hot Rod Circuit - Safely

If I do any of these things rather than writing the post that's causing me a bit of anxiety, I'm confirming the monkey's perception of threat.

Massive Attack - Safe From Harm

New experience? !!Amygdala sends out warning signals!!

Result: I feel anxious.    

Strategy? Play it safe. 

Safety strategies are the things we all do to minimise risk or avoid tackling anything new. They include distracting ourselves with other (safe) activities or avoiding any situations that make us feel remotely uncomfortable. 

Thea Gilmore - When Did You Get so Safe?

However... whenever we do this, we tell the monkey that it was right - its perception of threat was bang on the money. As a result, it'll double its efforts to warn us about getting into that situation again. 

If I stop writing this blog series because it's difficult and it makes me a little anxious, then next time I try, it'll be even harder.

If I avoid going out to a gig because there will be a lot of strange people there, and it'll be a late night, and I might not get home till after midnight... if I decide to stay at home instead and watch TV... then chances are, next time the opportunity arises, I probably won't even bother to buy tickets.

The House Of Love - Safe

These are pretty mild examples, but I'm sure you can extrapolate them to cover more serious anxiety-causing situations in your own life. Playing it safe, avoiding problems or distracting ourselves from things that are worrying just confirms to our monkey brain that these things are threats to be avoided. It'll scream even louder next time. 

The Chameleons - A Person Isn't Safe Anywhere These Days

Taken to an absolute extreme, this is where OCD comes from: you can't leave the house until you've completed these safety rituals. It's where alcohol and drug dependency starts: you feel less anxious when you have a drink. The monkey brain experts believe that even positive behaviour like exercise, meditation and structured relaxation techniques can be used as an escape strategy to help us avoid facing up to the things we fear... because when we do these things, we only confirm that the monkey was right to be afraid.

Graham Parker - Fear Not

The answer? "Feel the fear and do it anyway." 

Back in the 90s, a former colleague of mine used to swear by a self-help book with that exact title... and I used to mock it as namby-pamby mumbo-jumbo. Yet from a brain science point of view, it seems like this is the best advice you can get. If we refuse to let our anxiety get the better of us - if we embrace the situation the monkey is screaming at us to avoid - and we do this repeatedly... then, we break down the cycle of anxiety and we teach the monkey that it's something we don't have to be afraid of. 

Howie Beck - Don´t Be Afraid

Those early teaching experiences were really quite terrifying. I'd already pushed myself way out of my comfort zone by going back to university in my late 30s and retraining at something so different from anything I'd ever done before. I'd prepared myself for all kinds of problems and scenarios and figured out ways I might deal with them... but a workshop of adult learners, something that should have been far less scary than standing in front of a class of 17 year olds... that was almost my downfall. I came out of that first shadowing session and seriously asked myself if I'd made the right decision. Maybe teaching wasn't the right choice for me. Except it was too late to drop out now... and what else could I do?

The Carpenters - Don't Be Afraid

The following week, I went back to the same class and was put in the same situation again. And it wasn't immediately easier. It took me a good few weeks before I worked out how to handle myself there, but eventually I did... and my anxiety subsided. Because I'd taught my monkey brain that it was OK. It wasn't something to be afraid of. 

Boston - Don't Be Afraid

In her book, Don't Feed The Monkey Mind, Dr. Jennifer Shannon explains...

The monkey mind is like a small child or a pet watching you for guidance. I emphasize the word "watch". You cannot tell this part of your brain anything. The monkey can't be reasoned with, comforted, or distracted from its mission. The only way we can get what we want in live is to override its warnings with our behaviour.

Stop playing it safe, in other words. Playing it safe only reinforces our fears. 

Easier said than done...?



Sunday, 13 December 2020

Saturday Snapshots #167 - The Answers

 


I still have no internet, by the way. This week's posts were written off-line then uploaded in one block to cut down on tethering charges. This is why I haven't popped over to read any of your blogs recently. My apologies. I will catch up. They say we will have internet week commencing the 21st. I'm not holding my breath.


Answers...


10. Favoured by cats and dogs, eight or nine hours ago.

The Strokes - Last Night

9. Fancy jewel will be missing for almost a year.

Lynchie worked out the anagram.

Wyclef Jean - Gone Till November

8. Where everybody knows your name (geographically), there's something really scary behind you.

Everybody knows your name at Cheers, the bar in Boston.

Boston - Don't Look Back

7. Diamondy capital; my favourite drink.

Jewelly London?

And yes, John, my beverage of choice is...

Julie London - Black Coffee

That one was for CC. 

6. Earthquake deep under ground makes no noise, respendently. 

Tremors... low.

The Tremeloes - Silence Is Golden

5. Beach Boys zero in on their favourite sport.

The Beach Boys liked to surf (well, apart from Brian, who couldn't surf).

Zero is nada.

Favourite is popular.

Nada Surf - Popular

4. Chairman's daughter lost in greeny brown forest, with Moe Tucker, before lunch.

The Chairman was Frank.

Greeny brown is hazel.

Moe Tucker was a Velvet.

Before lunch is morning.

Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazlewood - Some Velvet Morning

Not many photos of Lee without his signature moustache.

3. Where Hugh Grant meets Jed Clampett... tired of being at work.

Hugh Grant was in Notting Hill.

Jed Clampett was a Beverly Hillbilly.

The Notting Hillbillies - Feel Like Going Home

Not as good as the Charlie Rich version.

2. Formula for a water bed...?

The chemical formula for water is H2O.

H20 - Dream To Sleep

1. Sounds like you're certainly fated to end up in Red Square.


I was worried that fate and karma weren't quite the same thing, but this clue was completed very late on Friday evening.

Lenin is buried in Red Square.


 

Wednesday, 1 July 2020

Positive Songs For Negative Times #24: More Than A Feeling


There's a lot of talk at the moment about us "coming out" of lockdown, about "easing restrictions" and things getting back to "normal". But apart from all those idiots flocking to Brighton beach (other beaches full of idiots also apply), do any of you really feel like anything is "easing"?

There's still paranoia and mistrust in the face of strangers. Everyone still gives you a wide berth and apologises or look away in the other direction when you pass them (apart from the idiots who blithely carry on as always). Yes, I'm taking Sam to school, but it's not real school, and there's no after-school club so I still have to pick him up at 3. And most people are still working from home. We thought we'd all be back in college come the end of August, but that's looking less likely by the day... and the thought of working from home for much longer... well, they'll have me in a padded cell soon enough.

On Monday evening I stopped off at one of the bigger supermarkets, one I haven't been to since before lockdown started, once I used to take Sam to on Friday afternoons for his tea before I took him swimming. That brought it home to me: the time before vs. the time now.

I don't take Sam swimming on a Friday night anymore. We don't stop off at the Morrison's cafe for a crappy kids' meal and a decaf all-you-can-drink coffee. (After 3, I limit myself to decaf.)  I don't take him to Little Strikers football practice on a Saturday morning and stop at the big Tesco for the papers before taking him to his grandad and grandma's for lunch. I can't remember the last time I was in a play centre... by the time they open again, he'll probably be too big for them. He'd have finished Little Strikers this summer anyway. We won't get to say goodbye and thank you to his coach who plays for the England under-19s team, who at the very last session was reduced to giving the kids an elbow bump rather than a high five.

I realise that many people have lost so much more of the past few months so this isn't a 'woe is me' post by any means. But the little things, the ordinary, everyday, every week things you took granted... sometimes you fool yourself into forgetting that they're all gone and they won't be back any time soon, no matter how much they tell us the restrictions are being "eased". Because that's all just smoke and mirrors, and nobody really know when or even if "normal" will be back. They just don't want us all going mad at the prospect of an indefinite hiatus...

Here's a song that always makes me feel a little better...

When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped away
It's more than a feeling
(More than a feeling)
When I hear that old song they used to play

Friday, 24 January 2020

My Top Ten 'Being In A Band' Songs



Dipping my toe tentatively into Top Tens again, lest this blog get done under the Trade Descriptions Act. One of the main reasons I quit was because I always ended up with too many options for whatever topic I picked and I hated leaving anything out. So I'm just going to go with the first ten songs I think of and call this Volume 1 of Songs About Being In A Band. When I think of more, or you do, I might run a second post.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, I did think of The Moody Blues - I'm Just A Singer In A Rock 'n' Roll Band, but then I listened to it again and decided it was actually rubbish.



10. Frank Hamilton - We Started A Band

It's a metaphor for a bad relationship. Aren't they all!

It feels like we started a band
But it didn't work out
Didn't work out how we planned
There's a tear in my eye
And maybe our songs were no good
Or maybe we just fought too much

9. Boston - Rock 'n' Roll Band

Much better than The Moody Blues.

Well, we were just another band out of Boston
On the road and tryin' to make ends meet
Playin' all the bars, sleepin' in our cars
And we practiced right on out in the street
No, we didn't have much money
We barely made enough to survive
But when we got up on stage and got ready to play, people came alive

8. Amy MacDonald - Let's Start A Band

It's not just the lads who want to do it.

Give me a stage and I'll be your rock and roll queen
Your 20th century cover of a magazine
Rolling Stones here I come, watch out everyone, I'm singing
I'm singing my song
Give me a festival and I'll be your Glastonbury star
The lights are shining everyone knows who you are
Singing songs about dreams about hopes about schemes
Oh, they just came true

7.  Grand Funk Railroad - We're An American Band

Yes they were.
Booze and ladies, keep me right
As long as we can make it to the show tonight

6. Del Amitri - Drunk In A Band

More grim honesty from Mr. Currie.

Danny puts the cones on the motorway
And Donna dances tables in her lingere
And Jerry, Dave, and Billy, man, they're putting on a play
But I'm just a drunk in a band

5. Creedence Clearwater Revival - Travelin' Band

Listen to the radio,
Talkin' 'bout the last show.
Someone got excited,
Had to call the state militia.
I wanna move.
Playin' in a travelin' band, yeah!

4. Albert Hammond - Free Electric Band

Well, they used to sit and speculate upon their son's career,
A lawyer or a doctor or a civil engineer,
Just give me bread and water, put a guitar in my hand,
'Cause all I need is music and the free electric band

I don't suppose Albert had much to say about his own son's choice of career...

3. Jason Isbell - To A Band That I Loved

I always thought this was about his years as a member of the Drive By Truckers, but the interweb tells me he actually wrote about a band they went on tour with called Centro-Matic.

Though everyone tried to ignore us
We'd scared them all off by the chorus

2. Felt - Ballad of the Band

The downside of being in a band... and not doing as well as you'd hoped.

It's all my fault
Yes I'm to blame
Ain't got no money
Ain't got no fame

1. Art Brut - Formed A Band

Surely the most joyous expression of what it must be like to start your own band after dreaming about it for so long. I can never understand why Art Brut weren't bigger than The Beatles. (Please don't answer that.)

And yes, that is his singing voice. It's not irony, and it's not rock 'n' roll... he's just talking... to the kids.






Thursday, 19 July 2018

My Top Ten Mondegreens



Mondegreens. Misheard lyrics. You'll find them all over the internet, but here are ten GENUINE ones from my past. I honestly thought these were the actual lyrics... until finally, often many years later, I discovered the truth.


10. Kim Wilde - Chequered Love

What do you want for tea, Kim?

"Chicken, love."

Possibly the earliest mondegreen I ever encountered... or at least, the earliest one I can remember. She just can't get enough chicken, love. I still hear that today...

Chequered Love!

9. Madonna - La Isla Bonita

"Young girl, with eyes like potatoes"

This is one of the ones you'll see a lot on websites that discuss mondegreens. Most of the other examples they quote sound preposterous to me, apart from Bohemain Rhapsody's famous "Beelzebub had a devil for a sideboard". But this... this was exactly what I thought Madonna was singing in 1986. Apparently, a lot of people also thought the opening line to this song was the racially offensive, "Last night I dreamt of some dago". Poor old Madonna. Enunciate, luv.

Young girl with eyes like the desert

I'm having a hard time accepting Madonna will be 60 this year. Bad enough that Kylie just turned 50.

8. Tori Amos - Professional Widow

Honey, bring me a toaster pie
Honey, bring me toast to my lips, yeah

Must be what they call Pop Tarts in America, I thought at the time. A Toaster Pie. That made perfect sense to me.

Honey bring it close to my 
Honey bring it close to my lips, yeah

Not far off, actually. And I still think she's singing about a Toaster Pie.

7. Erasure - A Little Respect

"What will you do to make me
Call Martin Scorcese's number?"

I've been planning this particular Top Ten for a while now and whenever I heard a song from my youth with a lyric I just couldn't explain, I had to go and check out the real thing. I swear I always thought Andy Bell was asking for Martin Scorcese's number in this song. I have no idea why.

What religion or reason
Could drive a man to forsake his lover

Now I've read the real lyric, I can't even hear the Martin Scorcese bit anymore. It's gone.

6. Bob Marley - Is This Love?

"We'd be together
With a roof rack over our head"

What a nice romantic image that is, Bob. Somewhere to store your tandem bike when you're on the road, presumably.

We'll be together
With a roof right over our heads

Oh. One word can change your whole interpretation of a song.

5. Michael Jackson - Don't Stop Till You Get Enough

"Keep on - to the Post Office
Don't stop till you get enough"

Enough what, Michael? Stamps? Airmail stickers? Postal Orders? (Do they even have Postal Orders anymore? Probably not. Another archaic item from our past.)

What did Michael want from the Post Office?

Keep on
With the force don't stop
Don't stop till you get enough

Really? What is that, a Star Wars reference?

You know, I think I prefer my version.

4. Boston - More Than A Feeling

"I see my derriere walking away..."

For many, many years it always baffled me how The Bloke Out Of Boston (do you know his name?) could possibly see his own backside if he was walking away. Was he looking over his shoulder into a mirror? Wasn't he looking where he was going? Accident waiting to happen, right there...

I see my Marianne walkin' away

3. Eurythmics - There Must Be An Angel (Playing With My Heart)

"No one on earth could be like me
I'm running, overgrown with fleas..."

Somebody get Annie a flea collar - stat!

No one on earth could feel like this
I'm thrown and overflown with bliss

2. Meat Loaf - Bat Out Of Hell

"I'm gonna hit the highway like a battering ram,
I'm a Cilla Black fan, am I!"

You might wonder why Meat was such a big fan of Our Cilla... I certainly did. Then again, BOOH was written by Jim Steinman, who is officially BARKING MAD, so why shouldn't he throw in a reference to Cilla? Maybe he was after a blind date...

I'm gonna hit the highway like a battering ram,
On a Silver Black Phantom Bike

When I found out the real lyrics, I was just as confused? Is that a Black Phantom bike that's painted silver? Or is it Silver-Black? What the hell is Silver-Black, Jim? Is that even a colour?

1. Elvis Costello - The Angels Wanna Wear My Red Shoes

These may not be as amusing as some of the ones above, but they speak to how I spent a large part of my late teens and early twenties: headphones on, sat beside the stereo, listening to Elvis Costello albums and trying to write down the lyrics. There were never any lyric sheets in Elvis's records and the way he spat and twisted and punned his way through the language was endlessly fascinating... but also a little frustrating when I just couldn't work out what he was singing. Even now, almost 30 years later, I can still remember the time I spent puzzling over this one song in particular...

"Our love got fractured into echo and suede"

Our love got fractured in the echo and sway

"But since you got in my pumps, you just suspend my sentence"

Ever since you got me punctured this has been my sentence

Fortunately, the greatest lyrical couplet this song has to offer was clear as a bell...

Oh, I said, "I'm so happy I could die"
She said, "Drop dead" then left with another guy...



Your turn! There must be a misheard lyric or two in your back catalogue. Do share.


Sunday, 1 April 2018

Saturday Snapshots #26 - The Answers (Really, this time.)


Sorry. I couldn't resist it, given the date.

Here are this week's real answers.

I've been watching the detectives, and they've done pretty well this weekend. To whit...


10. Strolling round the Sun puts a scratch on your cornet.


If you scratch your cornet you might put at mark on your cone.

Which Martin got, but then couldn't work out the song.

As Charity Chic pointed out though, the famous Sun Studios is based in Memphis, so...

Marc Cohn - Walking In Memphis

9. Frank had a few, on the beach.


Regrets, I've had a few, sang Frank.

Alyson and Martin played Maddie and David to solve this once.

Girl-power for the #metoo generation...

The Regrettes - Seashore

8. Massachusetts is better than Flashdance!


Boston is in Massachussetts, as all Cheers fans will know.

Irene Cara's big hit from Flashdance was What A Feeling.

Alyson just beat CC and RD to this one...

Boston - More Than A Feeling

Epic guitar solo ahoy!

7. I don't doubt you could tape over this - so calm down!


We all taped over plenty of Dolby cassettes - even Doubting Thomas.

Thomas Dolby - Hyperactive

Another point for Martin.

6. The brown-eyed kings of Connacht take more than a week.


The kings of Connacht were the O'Connor clan. Brown eyes are Hazel.

Hazel O'Connor - Eighth Day

Rigid Digit beat Alyson to this one by seconds!

5. 46, I think. If I'm still here in another 136 years, I'll scarcely be able to open my eyes.


I am 46.

46 + 136 = 182.

If I can barely open my eyes, I might not even be able to blink.

Alyson got the band with a few clues...  Chris pitched in with the song.

Blink 182 - What's My Age Again?

The video involves the band running naked through LA. Don't say I didn't warn you. It's not a pretty sight.

4. Where you'll find the virgin oil... and one's main elbow.


You'd get virgin oil from a Mary well, surely?

The lead singer of Elbow is Guy Garvey.

Mary Wells - My Guy

Alyson, Lynchie, George and C teamed up for this one. Jeez, it wasn't that difficult, was it?

3. Reserve Michael, Clive and Wilfred to go all around the world.


CC quickly worked out that if you reserved Michael, Clive and Wilfred, you would be going to book Owens. (Or maybe he just recognised the photo.) I thought the rest of the clue was easy... but maybe the song was too obscure?

I should have settled for The Streets of Bakersfield... or Big In Vegas... or The Kansas City Song... or even Truck Drivin' Man?

Buck Owens - Love Makes The World Go Round

2. A priest plays for Clint at the Mesopotamian party.


Clint Eastwood was a DJ stalked by a crazy fan who wanted him to "Play Misty For Me". Lynchie cracked that, the song proved tougher... but Chris helped out again.

Father John Misty - Funtimes In Babylon

1.The King monk's partner (and his dad) need help with a bicycle puncture.


Yes, that's a young Declan McManus and his dad, Ross... The Secret Lemonade Drinker.

The King = Elvis + the king monk = Abbott. Abbott & Costello. Etc. Etc.

Martin got this one, which I think (just) makes him this week's winner. Or maybe he was tied with Alyson. It's late and my maths head isn't working. Too many half marks this week.




Thanks for playing, as always.

Next week I promise to make them much easier. No April Fool's!


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