Monday, 10 March 2014

My New Ipod, and Crappy Country

I now have an Ipod.  What I don't have is really any clue how to get songs on it.  So why did I purchase the Ipod, I imagine you're all asking.  The simple answer is: I didn't.  My husband did.  We were interested in getting one, and we now have one.  What I am going to try and do over the next few days is get some songs onto it.  I do have I-tunes on my computer, so I might Google some tutorials.    Being technologically-retarded, I asked Mr Bingells did it have a 'leady-thingie to plug into the computer'.  It does.  Anyway, Mr Bingells is playing in the pool comp tonight, so I might see if I can surprise us both and get a song on it.  I'm thinking 'Happy' by Pharrell Williams.  I understand it's pronounced Ph'RELL, in case anyone cares.  Both my music-loving 9yo and myself are really enjoying that song at the moment.  I am not good with technology, and it took me ages to learn to send a text, so if I can master that I daresay I can get the hang of putting songs on an Ipod.  It's making me nostalgic for the good old days when I'd sit in front of the television during 'Countdown' or 'Sounds' with the old Sony tape recorder, my fingers poised over 'Record' and 'Play' waiting for Roger Voudouris to come on.  And when he did, resplendent in his red jumper and long flowing locks waving courtesy of the off-camera industrial fan, my mother would start banging around with pots and pans getting lunch or dinner ready, and I would be looking daggers at her.  It was so much more simple to obtain my music back then, even if I did have to wait for the song to come on, and the song might not come one, and when it did come on, either the television presenter or radio DJ (if I was taping from the radio) would blather all through the intro, and sometimes over the vocal.


What I'm not loving is the crappy country music I heard whilst driving around today.  I think this might be a rudimentary exercise in how to present a country song: (1) Write some seriously banal lyrics about a boy meeting a girl, and said girl playing hard to get,  the result being boy moons for a while (by 'moons' I mean sulks, not shows his arse), and then girl coming to her senses.  (2) Play the gee-tar in a really twangy style that sounds like you're about the snap the strings.  (3) Perform the song in a really shitty, adenoidal voice; particularly good if you 'talk' the lyrics and then sing the chorus.  I heard one of these frightful pieces today.  I didn't change channel because I was so stunned and debilitated, I felt helpless and decided to concentrate on my driving (and I must admit, I wondered how bad could it get).  And as if things weren't bad enough, that frigging 'Achy Breaky Heart' came on.  By this time I was nearing my destination, so I hit the brakes as soon as feasible and turned off the infernal racket.  I then smoothed out my poor ears, which had shrivelled up in horror.  I collected the gentleman for whom I was to provide transport to the doctors' surgery.  'How are you, love?' he asked.  'Not good,' I replied.  'I've jut been subjected to Billy Ray Cyrus.  And if his legacy isn't bad enough, now his daughter's torturing us.'

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