My father sometimes says that I was born an old man. He’s probably right. To unpack that a little let me explain what I mean.
I have never been someone who enjoys clubs or loud music; at nursery I once got a joke told amongst the staff; and my idea of a fun evening is usually sitting at home in relative quiet.
So going out to an actual concert was never something I did growing up. I went to my first concert at 26. That concert was Emma Blackery and last night I went to another of her shows at the Tramshed in Cardiff.
It was a good show. Emma was on top form and it was a most enjoyable evening. She mentioned the terrible events in Manchester last week, and thanked us all for coming to see her, supporting live music, and showing that we were not giving in to fear.
I have to say though, old man comment coming, I don’t understand the idea of the boombox. I’m not even sure if that is the right word. It was the speaker that just seemed to be putting out noise rather than amplifying the actual music. For me it rather drowned out her voice and made my ears ring so I couldn’t hear so well when she spoke or sang a quieter song.
I told you I was an old man.
Nevertheless it was an enjoyable evening. And I feel sure I will go and see her again when she next comes to Cardiff. Maybe next time I can go with someone.
Emma Blackery is one of my favourite singers. When I manage to drag my butt to the gym a couple of her songs are on my playlist. And when I get a really bad day The Promise and Perfect help me greatly.
Five weeks ago I posted here about joining a gym. I’m still going! Does that count as an achievement? Maybe. If I’d made going to the gym a New Year’s Resolution I’d be into February. The common wisdom is that that is unusual.
I actually like going to the gym. Previously I exercised using wii fit. Despite the wii being in my flat, obviously, I never quite felt like exercising. There was no time before work and I was tired after work. The gym is better exercise yet doing that after work feels easier. This is probably because when you get home you want to slump.
The annoying thing about the gym is the music. Sometimes there is multiple competing music. The gym is open plan so when there is a class it’s music, or in my view noise, plays on top of the general music. Meanwhile I’m trying to listen to my own music.
Exercising with music makes it easier. I find it gives you something to aim for. When the current treadmill level gets too difficult I’ll try and wait to the end of the song to reduce it.
The music is my only real gripe about the gym. It does seem just a tad strange to have it when most everyone has MP3 players or phones.
What’s on my gym playlist?
Okay I’ll tell you.
Don’t judge me.
I actually have three playlists, of different lengths, because sometimes you only feel like exercising for a short time. This is my long playlist…
I just wanted to share this video with you. It’s a song by Emma Blackery, a British you tuber. I’ve been feeling a little down lately and the first line of this song, used as an alarm, was quite helpful this morning.