The Glory of Soundtracks.

Its been a constant fact of my life that my music taste has always strayed from convention.
I never developed a love of bands, an enjoyment at going to concerts, and I have 2 non compilation, non soundtrack albums.
When I was in my (transition??) phase, when I cared about everyones opinions, I was embarrassed to show people my iPod, with its multiple musicals, Disney songs and a few soundtracks.
My personality has changed, and I now embrace the soundtrack as my favourite form of music. Nothing is better than hearing strings crechendo as you walk past a Tesco,
nothing is more magical than walking through a darkened street, with a dainty piano piece playing in your head.

And now I want to shamelessly plug the soundtrack to Atonement



It, like the movie and the book from which it derives, is a beautiful, and sad thing. By far the best aspect is the use of typewriter noises as a beat. Utter soundtrackgasm.
Also go for a listen to

• Coco Avant Chanel
• Memoirs of a Geisha
• Sense and Sensibility

Also, this post may have a lie in it soon, as I may be going to see Flo and the Mash with a friend.
In concert. Hold onto your hats and glasses, its going to be a wild ride.
Love always
Andy xx

Into the Woods

And so the 5th year began.
To be honest, I far prefer some structure rather than last years empty timetable and pointless activities. But so so so so so much work. Jeepers. I'm half excited and half terrified of screwing up my life. What a silly idea to decide ones whole future at this point in ones life.
Anyway.

I've started having these moments lately, where I escape to a fantasy, or relate a moment in my life to a film.
Lately I've had a lot of moments where my life has been equatable to a work of Austen. Specifically Emma. Not that I've become Gweneth Paltrow all of a sudden. I 've ended up in a spot where I care less about my love life and relationships.
And a lot more about other peoples. Its relatively interesting, kind of like culturing an ant farm.
The other moments of escape involve this little copse behind my house. Its a little forest path that bridges two golf courses. I've spent so much time walking down it I've become accustomed to its moods.
It can be so different copletely depending on the light and weather. In my distraction I usually spend about 15/20 minutes walking what should be a 10 minute journey. I have now decided it is my favourite place.

So my life at the moment is one of busyness and distraction, fighting each other like dogs against each other.

Into the Woods and Out of the Woods, and All Before Dark.

Echoes into the Vault

I dread writing the first post on here.
I am excited for all the others, but the introduction nerves me out a little. I mean opinions can change over time, but judgement is passed so quickly.
I plan to ramble over this blog, spewing out my various obsessions over the way, mixed in with some stuff about my life and times. Which are (thankfully), very usual and steady. And dramaless.
I've never been one for drama.
Of course I know the space is far too wide for this to ever reach significance. But I do imagine, in future times, I'll look at past posts and remember.

yours for the first (and hopefully not the last) time,
Andy