A brief interlude

This post is by way of an apology. I am no stranger to the idea that any good blog should get new content up regularly, and I had a little hiccup this past week and did not get a new post up. It's not lack of inspiration; like most people I currently have things bombarding my brain at a frightening rate.

Nor is it a lack of words; just at the moment they are flitting around my mind like a range of goodies in a lovely chocolate shop.

Rather, at this precise moment, it's a matter of time. Rarely should this be an excuse, but I am moving house in two days time and whilst this will be my third move this year, and I am becoming somewhat of a packing ninja, some things just take time.

Therefore, please take this post as my way of saying, you've not heard the last of me yet.

Ready, fire, aim

Having recently read Getting Real by 37Signals, I realised there's no point worrying about writing the perfect first blog post because all that will happen is that there will never be one.  So, following my own principal that you should never keep your mouth shut about things that make you feel excited and loud, I am finally typing in my notebook. I did something very exciting this week.  I acted on impulse.  For the past few months I have been finding my entire music collection has become utterly boring to me. I use music to get excited, stop myself dwelling too long and of course to dance around to. Everyone does, don't pretend otherwise. But despite trawling through my iTunes library and even combing my real, hard copy CD collection, I could find only one or two songs that did anything for me.

Then - I had a bad morning. Tuesday morning came with a value-added headache and a serious case of inanimate objects conspiring to hit me. I was not in the mood to work. Anything I wrote would have sounded exactly like I felt, so I had a little YouTube wonder and I came across Fun. . (How on earth do you punctuate the end of that sentence?)

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7yCLn-O-Y0&w=560&h=315] I absolutely fell in love. Nate Reuss has the most phenomenally crisp and uplifting voice and the mixture of indie, somehow hip hop and irish folk is just brilliant.

I have downloaded their album, and that same morning I bought two tickets for their gig in London next April. I am still reeling from the buzz and it is a fantastic catalyst to make sure I have an absolute deadline for living in London.