A Bookworm NOT in Paris: Glee and Music

Hi all my Bookworms!

My name is Chiara and I am a Bookworm.

How are you all?

Is it Monday again?  Is anyone really keeping track of what day it is anymore?  It feels like day 1000000 of lockdown.  Not that I’m complaining my reading life has never been better.  Nothing else in my life is seems good, apart from my blog, but one thing at a time, right?

I don’t know that I really have much to talk to you about this week.  I haven’t done much cooking/baking this week.  My mum has been trying out a new Jamie Oliver recipe for pizza dough.  If I remember I’ll get the link off her and put it in the comments for you all to try.

My week as included reading, writing and duvet time.  My routine went a bit out the window last week and I felt the need for a lot more duvet time.

I hope that duvet time is pretty self-explanatory but I felt the need to curl up in bed, with my cat(s) and enjoy some alone time with Netflix, Disney+ and Amazon Prime depending on where my mood went.

This has culminated in watching the entire first season of Glee in three days.

I don’t know whether to hang my head in shame or to smile.  I love glee and I’m not ashamed of it but I haven’t felt the need for a glee marathon in such a long time.  I know a lot of people don’t love glee.  The singers are often autotuned and it’s very happy-clappy, even about serious issues, but I enjoy the program and I am rediscovering music that I loved growing up.

I know in my Beyond Books I have talked about my love of Korean Dramas and films I have loved in the past few weeks.  But my real second passion, after books, is music.  I have very eclectic tastes in music.  It began with my mum and dad.

My parents, particularly my mum, weren’t young parents when they had me, their first born.  And neither of them came from young families.  When I was a child, like a lot of you, I suppose, the music I listened to was informed by what my parents listened to.  So if my dad listened to ELO in the car then that was what I listened to.  If he listened to Glen Miller (seriously check him out.  Search for the glen miller orchestra, and don’t be put off by the word orchestra.) then that’s what I listened to.  The same for the BeeGees and so many others.  And I loved it.  My mum listened to a lot of country, John Denver, Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers.  My friends laughed when I said my favourite Christmas film was White Christmas partly because of my love of Bing Crosby and I still want Rosemary Clooney’s dress.  So this was the sort of music I listened to.  Big band, country, jazz, and 70s and 80s music that they grew up with.

And then Glee came along.  I was in secondary school and I don’t think I could name more than a handful of current music and artists.  Glee was a way of not just meeting new artists but broadening my horizons.  I listened to Billy Joel, Madonna, Lady Gaga, who I don’t think I’d even heard of at that point.  Queen.  I’d listened to bohemian rhapsody and we will rock you but nothing more and so much more.  I prompted me to broaden my horizons, to go out and find music I never would have thought to listen to.  Elton John, Journey, Bon Jovi.

I know you’re thinking this is a book blog and this is two very long paragraph about a show you either didn’t watch, or don’t want to watch, and music, but this is what I have been doing for the past week.  Reminiscing over my musical … awakening, shall we say.  Music is a way of expressing yourself, just as much as what books you’re reading, or how you dress.  I listen to music all the time.

A friend asked me to put on some music one day, a long while ago now and I put on some of the more well know stuff that I like to listen to.  Those sort of classic hits.  And she looked at me like her entire opinion of me had changed.  “This is what you like to listen to?” she asked.  “I thought you would like show tunes!”

Well, I do like show tunes, but they aren’t the be all and end all of me.  I like proper music, with real instruments.  Where people are actually singing, no lip-syncing or any of that nonsense, and where the words mean something.

If I could travel back in time to any time date or place, top of my list would Wembley Stadium on the 13th July 1985.

Live Aid.

That was a day to remember.

But I do believe I have rambled on long enough.  I hope that you have enjoyed this and you actually got to the end of my ramble.  Next week I’ll try to have something different for you.  Maybe more book based.

I do hope that you have enjoyed reading this.

Stay home and stay safe.

Until next time, happy reading!

 

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