I don’t know how but I seemed to of added a v cool playlist onto my Spotify. Maybe I did it when under the influence and my cool alter ego came out (ssshhhh, I know she’s not cool at all. She’s a fuckin mess so I’m keepin that bitch buried). Maybe my niece added it when she was over for the holidays and it was nothing to do with me (I nearly destroyed her when I put country music on one morning). Or maybe it was Alexa because she was sick of me yelling “NEXT ALEXA” (apparently I’m too harsh with her wtf)!! Anyways, however it got on there it is brilliant and for the past 2 days I have been listening to it arriving at my desk after doing the dance floor walk (you know, the one were you start by casually walking but by the time you get to the dance floor you’re full on Beyonce. If you have not seen this Peter Kay sketch go find it, it’s hilarious) and feeling ready to deal with the day no matter what it brings.
Music has the power to influence and totally drive our mood and therefore actions. It can make us happy, sad, motivated and chilled. I am always suspicious about people who don’t like music or those it has no effect on. Maybe that would be a good research project, maybe it’s already been done. Just checked and it has, some clever dudes totes agree with me.
Here’s a little experiment download the song in the video below and listen to it next time you go outside (oh and when I say listen to it, I mean through headphones, don’t be one of those dicks who think everyone wants to listen to your music. Yes, I did just read that back but whatever). When listening to the song see if it effects the way you’re walking and your mood. Are you full on swaggering down the road giving it your best runway walk and Naomi attitude or are you like what is she talking about, this is awful.
Whatever the effect, it says more about you than it does me bitches……………….sorry Naomi is still in the house.
This was what was screamed at me and some fellow concert goers this weekend as we were bopping away (lol seriously, where did that word come from. Does anyone even say bopping anymore. Fuck I’m old). This bird had gotten herself into a right tizzy and decided it would be a great idea to storm over and scream at a load of people in order to get what she wanted.
It was funny AF, she sounded like a Mum shouting at a bunch of kids, she spoke to us like she was speaking to a bunch of kids. So what was you “bopping” away to you might be wondering (or not if you follow me on Insta, so can now well imagine where this is going) was you at the symphony and blocking the view of the pleasantness, was it the ballet and you were spoiling the show because she couldn’t see the fabulous movements those lunatics can pull off. No, we were at a fuckin concert!!
This bird came over to a load of people at a concert screaming at us to sit down; she had obviously been sat there winding herself up for a while (or maybe I’m wrong and she is just a crazy bitch with a short fuse who doesn’t get out much) cursing us all and vowing to tweet Ed, Century Link Field and Mumsnet as soon as she got home to tell them all about everyone else who had ruined her night. Now you might think that she spoiled mine and everyone else’s night because we had to sit still so she could see and not dance (at a fuckin concert) but no, this flustered, mad as fuck bird bonded a group of randoms at a concert because of course we did what any sane adult would do in this oh so hilarious situation…….
We sat down, because yes we are grownups, well at least we were until the next song came on! It was almost like we all come together just to piss this bird off (which was likely what she was thinking) but we hadn’t (ok maybe we had just a little because we did all look at each other and laugh every time we stood up), we were at a concert and just wanted to dance! It got even funnier when Ed told everyone to get up and dance!!
Some people might say, well you know it was a seated area and maybe she had her kids with her and maybe she did. If she did, all she achieved was showing them how not to problem solve, shouting doesn’t get you anywhere love. I’m not even paying attention to what you’re saying because it’s far more amusing how worked up you are.
So if you are going to a concert where there will be boppy (fuck off, it’s a good word) music, be prepared for people to stand up and don’t be that person who everyone is having a good laugh about because they lost their rag at a concert because people were stood up!!