It’s happened again, dear reader. There I was, innocently walking downstairs from work, on the way home and I found myself singing a song that I would never ever sing but, worse, that I don’t even like.
I am not even going to tell you what it is: that’s how ashamed I am.
Nevertheless, it has got me thinking. What train of thought caused this dreadful song to pop into my head in the first place?
With that in mind, I have decided to conduct an experiment. Here are the details:
To evaluate my train of thought and try to make sense of it.
I am going to clear my mind and just write a blog post and let my path through my imagination guide me.
Okay – here goes. As I write these words, I have no music on to distract me or to influence the course of my thinking. What leaps to mind as I drift into my imagination? Well the first thing is that I am writing something new and posting it in cyberspace so that people can read it. And that is quite a scary thing.
Some people who read this will have struggled through my work before and are probably rolling their eyes thinking, “Oh my God! Another crap post.”
Others might be amused. Yet more might think “Why doesn’t Dave talk to me about his odd mind? I’ve known him for years.”
It strikes me that when I write, I bare a little bit of my soul, mostly to people I have never met. What kind of person does that? Am I an attention seeker? To be honest, I don’t think so; I am merely practising for that elusive novel/book that I aim to write. By posting this nonsense into cyberspace I am seeking some form of approval.
So in a way, maybe I am seeking attention. Is that a revelation of some kind?
I am writing these words because I want the feedback of total strangers who may say “Yes, PM. It’s garbage. Don’t give up your day job.”
The problem is there is a part of me that really does want to give up my day job. When I analyse my career, I acquire approval on a regular basis because I am reasonably good at what I do. The problem is I am bored of it. I am bored of trying to teach computers how to behave themselves. I see myself as a combination of a teacher and doctor, where my pupils/patients are computers. When I teach, I educate these electronic gadgets, instructing them how to operate and how to perform the job that is required of them. And when they get it wrong, I operate on them, to cure them – commonly known in IT as fixing bugs.
Now that’s a strange idea, isn’t it? I see myself as a mentor to computers. It’s like something out of a science fiction novel. The difference is that these computers are generally stupid and I curse their stupidity on a daily basis – actually more like an hourly basis. I find myself swearing at them – and myself.
My work colleagues probably think I’m nuts.
Hang on, I remember something I saw on YouTube – here it is:
Now, rest assured, I am not that bad. I cuss and swear under my breath but I do not destroy company equipment in a fit of rage. I may give the impression that I am a man who likes to stand up and rant on his soapbox about all and sundry but the truth is, I am quite laid back.
I have learned how to step back and take a deep breath when I find myself overcome with negative emotion. Sometimes it’s difficult to control a red mist moment but I find these days that taking a step back and trying to look at the situation from a different perspective does help. Work can be deeply frustrating sometimes, and this doesn’t just apply to my chosen vocation; I can imagine that exasperation can manifest itself in many walks of life.
For example, in my extended family we have a couple who are both police officers, both of whom have to wrestle the stresses of their jobs with bringing up a young child.
And, believe me, I have heard some stories that I wouldn’t want to share.
Yet they are both in control and reasonably happy with the chosen career. One of them even finds time to be a musician.
He is a big fan of Bob Dylan and has produced his own a CD of folk songs.
Click here for an example.
He is also in a band in Blackpool called the X Rays, who play what they call skiffle punk, covering old punk songs from the late 1970’s in a skiffle style.
Here they are performing live:
I’ve seen them play in local pubs in Blackpool and they are entertaining.
And that in itself fills me with a modicum of regret because if I could go back in time to the moment my music teacher asked me at the age of 11 what instrument I wanted to play, I would have begged and pleaded with him to let me play the guitar so that I could write my own songs.
Imagine that – the Plastic Mancunian a rock God, writing and releasing his own songs?
I may actually have achieved that goal unwittingly. Way back in 2009, I wrote a fun Christmas post with alternative words to Jingle Bells. It was just a bit of fun to cause a mild amount of amusement. I was surprised, however, when a local band from West Yorkshire asked me if they could use my alternative version in a Christmas pub gig in Bradford.
You can read the post (and the comment) by clicking here.
I told them that they could (what do I care?). Whether they did or not I’ll never know but if they did, my alternative lyrics were probably belted out by a folk band to a pub full of people.
And the thought of that makes me smile.
That would never have happened had I not initiated the blog (it may not have happened but I like to think it did).
So not only could I be a writer (subject to approving comments from readers) I could also be a comedy lyric writer for bands willing to embrace alternative versions of traditional tunes and perform them at a Christmas gig in a Yorkshire pub.
Who would have thought that?
SO AFTER WRITING THAT DRIVEL, WHAT SONG POPPED INTO YOUR HEAD?
Unsurprisingly, the song that is in my head right now is this one:
So I managed to conjure up a song from Undertones simply by writing drivel.
I think this post proves something that I think I have always known:
I am one weird individual!
If you disagree, I have a confession to make. This was the song that I was singing out loud on Friday - and I hate it: