Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Morning Music


Goodness knows how I missed this one when it came out.


Comes with not having my ear to the musical ground anymore, I suppose.

Anyhow — I heard this yesterday afternoon following one of my less-than-good days. And it whupped my ass back into shape.

Substitute your own number if you're not 19. Or just remember when you were, and you did that stupid thing.

Then go and wish Janey a happy birthday...

11 comments:

Kiersten White said...

Wait, wait, WAIT.

I'M NOT NINETEEN ANYMORE???

Ah, crud.

Whirlochre said...

Hey — some of us are no longer 19 by many cruds, Mrs Abundant Youthful Vitality...

sylvia said...

Wow, they know my ex and wrote a song about him!

;)

JaneyV said...

I'm not nineteen - I hated being 19. I was bonkers with angst. But 17 ... I'll bloody be 17 forever if I like. And I do!

The year I turned 19, the song 19 by Paul Hardcastle went to number 1.

N-n-n-n-n-nineteen. Di-dis-di-dis-di-dis-di-distruction. Your happy tune would have been so much nicer!

Thank you for the Happidy Burfdays xxx

Scarlet Blue said...

Am I not 19 anymore?
Poo.
Sx

Whirlochre said...

19. 17. Any other favourites?

Geoff said...

What's that in cat years?

Or mouse years (I can convert)?

McKoala said...

Disturbed to hear you have been merely masquerading as musical guru, after I got sucked into Goldfrapp, thanks to Caravan Girl. Gotta keep up with the cool stuff, dude.

Whirlochre said...

I promise to cool you all on up in the future...

Robin S. said...

We definitely need cooling. Or I do, anyway.

Whirlochre said...

It's a shame you live so far away — I know a guy with an elephant that does a great trick with 200 gallons of water...