Singing through the decades, will definitely have to finish off by starting to remember the last two, how time flies so many tunes to enjoy. !LUV @joanstewart


The soundtrack to my life - a kind of musical "back story" <center></center> <br/><h3>An opening word - or three</h3> I wrote this post as an experiment in November 2018 in response to a challenge:  pick <em><strong>one favourite</strong> </em>song.  For me, that is a virtually impossible task.  I have favourites depending on my mood, what I'm hearing, the context, where I am... I delighted in rising to that challenge to which I rose.  A couple of years later, I responded to another challenge:  to <a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">write about my favourite lead singers</a>, because when my erstwhile webhost disappeared - also in 2018 - this post went along with it.  When I "reconstituted" it in 2020, we were in the throes of a Covid lockdown.  It was a black period and I did little more than copy and paste it from the blockchain and <a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener">repost</a> it. <h4>This time</h4> The expriment worked - I'll explain in a bit, but first, I'm revisiting it now for two reasons:  my blogpal, <a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Traci</a>, also plays in the crypto social space.  Twice a year for the last four years, she hosts <a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Hive Blog Posting Month</a>.   I have been a regular contributor for a while and have not just had fun, but have made new blogpals along the way.  She also offers a set of useful <a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener">prompts</a>.  I write what I like, generally, only occasionally checking in on the prompt.  One was about music that resonated.  As usual, I'm late to the party because not only did Traci's own life <a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener">soundtrack</a> resonate with me, but it reminded me of mine and thought I should revisit it which was reinforced after reading this <a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener">post</a> from a self-proclaimed Mad Scot whose music seems to track (ha!) mine. <h4>About <em>this</em> iteration</h4> I mentioned that first reprise of this post was a copy and paste excercise.  With hindsight, I realise that I wasn't really in a space to properly revisit it.  As I <a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener">mentioned the other day</a>, lockdown was a difficult time.  I - like the rest of the world - seemed to have been just marking time and going through the motions.  <strong>This time</strong>, I'm looking at my sound track with new eyes and listening with a clearer ear. I am as interested as you (I hope) are, to see how things have changed or unravelled.... <h2>Foreword</h2> I wrote this in the third person:  it's the first piece I ever wrote about myself using that technique.  I tried, and I think, succeeded in weaving my life story out of song and album titles.  I do use a little artistic license.  It was fun and, I'm told, makes a good read.  I hope it stands the test of time. <h2>Arrival</h2> With her parents, she arrived <em>On a Jet Plane </em>(John Denver) in Johannesburg, South Africa – a little <em>Puppet on a String </em>(Sandie Shaw).  With a <em>Locomotive Breath </em>(Jethro Tull), the family took a train to Port Elizabeth (and got <a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener">locked in a lavatory</a>.  There, she made friends with <em>Jennifer Eccles </em>(The Hollies) and another <em>Jennifer, Juniper </em>(Donovan), but didn’t find <em>Atlantis </em>(Donovan). <div class="pull-right"> <img class="wp-image-4488 size-medium" src="" alt="" width="300" height="225" /><br/></a> The house my parents built in East London 1968. Originally, it consisted of the gable, and the chimney and the two windows to the left. This photo was taken in 2010.</div> After a while, the family moved to East London where she started school and met <em>Pretty Belinda </em>(Chris Andrews) whom, full of <em>Sorrow </em>(David Bowie) she left behind, when the family moved.  Again.  At the new school, she was <em>Only the Lonely </em>(Roy Orbison), and just had to <em>Get Down </em>(Gilbert O’Sullivan), and face her <em>Waterloo</em> (Abba), until she headed to boarding school. <h2>So you think your schooling is phony....</h2> <center> <img class="wp-image-4495 size-large" src="" alt="" width="561" height="800" /><br/></a> Hostel dance - 1976 - only just a teenager</center> Boarding school was all about putting <em>Another Brick in the Wall </em>(Pink Floyd) and avoiding the <em>Bad Moon Rising </em>(Credence Clearwater Revival).  <em>ZX Dan </em>(The Radio Rats) kept her company while she yearned for an <em>African Sky Blue </em>(Juluka). In those teenage years, she was a bit like <em>Sandra Dee </em>(Olivia Newton John) looking for <em>Someone to Love </em>(Queen). Then, like <em>Greased Lightening </em>(John Travolta), her <em>Rhinestone Cowboy </em>(Glen Campbell) rode in, but he had a <em>Heart of Glass </em>(Blondie), leaving her with <em>The Sounds of Silence</em> (Simon and Garfunkel) in the <em>Purple Rain </em>(Prince). Asking, <em>I want to know what love is? </em>(Foreigner), she finished school and the <em>Wild Thing </em>(The Trogs), <em>Like a Virgin </em>(Madonna) headed to university. There she found herself in the <em>Eye of the Tiger </em>(Survivor), saying, <em>Papa don</em><em>’t Preach</em> (Madonna). <center> <img class="size-medium wp-image-6773" src="" alt="" width="300" height="294" /><br/></a> On the beach...</center> <em>What a Feeling </em>(Irene Cara), those years of <em>Ebony and Ivory </em>(Stevie Wonder) when, with a lot of <em>De Do Do Do De Da Da Da </em>(Police), <em>Time after Time,</em> <em>Girls Just Wanna Have Fun </em>(Cyndi Lauper), it was a <em>Never Ending Story </em>(Limahl). <center> <img class="wp-image-4497 size-large" src="" alt="" width="397" height="800" /><br/></a> Days of "study" and fun at university</center> Following her heart, <em>Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm</em>, in someone else's <em>(Silver Dream Machine), </em>she nearly ended up as a Crash Test Dummy(s).  That episode did end up with her <em>Making Love out of Nothing at all </em>(Air Supply), and singing the <em>Redemption Song </em>(Bob Marley). <h2>(Wo)Men at Work</h2> <center> <img class="wp-image-6769 size-large" src="" alt="" width="656" height="478" /><br/></a> Working 8 - 5 (Sheena Easton/Dolly Parton - take your pick)</center> The <em>Long and Winding Road</em> (The Beetles) led to Johannesburg - <em>Starting Over </em>(John Lennon) which ended with <em>Love on the Rocks </em>(Neil Diamond), making her <em>Brown Eyes Blue</em> (Linda Ronstadt). It was also time to start working <em>Eight Days</em><em>’ a Week </em>(Beetles), joining the <em>Men at Work </em>(Down Under).  So, <em>Here comes Tomorrow </em>(The Dealians).  In <em>Sugarman</em>'s (Rodriguez) company, her <em>Last Dance </em>(Diana Ross) took her to <em>Meadowlands </em>(Strike Vilakazi) where she did the <em>Pata Pata </em>(Miriam Makeba) and pleaded, <em>Give me Hope, Joanna </em>(Eddie Grant). The odd <em>Weekend Special </em>(Brenda Fassie) didn’t go amiss, either. After a while, it was time to <em>Beat It </em>(Michael Jackson), take the <em>Paradise Road </em>(Joy) and <em>Go West </em>(Pet Shop Boys).  Not the best decision because <em>Another one Bit(es) the Dust </em>(Queen) because of a <em>Careless Whisper </em>(George Michael) - <em>Tainted Love </em>(Soft Cell).  <em>Again </em>(Doris Day). This time, <em>Weeping</em> (Bright Blue), she headed to <em>Mannenberg</em> (Abdullah Ebrahim/Dollar Brand) and found <em>That Crazy Little Thing Called Love </em>(Queen) that was <em>Simply the Best </em>(Tina Turner). <h2>Love over Gold</h2> It felt like <em>Another Country </em>(Mango Groove) in a <em>Mad World </em>(Tears for Fears) where <em>Love is a Stranger </em>(Eurythmics). <em>She Put(tin</em><em>’ )on the Ritz</em> (Taco), and began another <em>Walk of Life </em>(Dire Straits).  It was totally <em>Perfect </em>(Fairground Attraction), for which there could be no <em>Substitute </em>(Clout) and best of all, in a <em>Funky Town </em>(Pseudo Echo) that would keep her <em>Forever Young </em>(Rod Steward and Alphaville). That <em>Total Eclipse of the Heart </em>(Bonnie Tyler) didn’t last.  He was a <em>Karma Chameleon</em> (Boy George).  It was time to go <em>Out there on My Own </em>(Irene Cara), and with <em>London Calling </em>(The Clash), she headed for <em>Barcelona </em>(Freddie Mercury and Montserrat Caballé).  From then on, <em>Believe</em>(ing - Cher), it was going to be all <em>Livin</em><em>’ la Vida Loca</em> (Ricky Martin). It was <em>More than a Feeling </em>(Boston). It was definitely <em>The End of the Road </em>(Boyz II Men).  She told him <em>Don</em><em>’t Bring me Down </em>(ELO) and <em>Jump </em>(Van Halen).  She took <em>The Long Way Home </em>(Supertramp) after what felt like <em>The Crime of the Century </em>(Supertramp).  No such thing as<em> Love over Gold</em> (Dire Straits). <h2>Against All Odds</h2> <center> <img class="size-full wp-image-4496" src="" alt="" width="317" height="422" /><br/></a> The Husband and I, exchanging vows - 2002</center> Then, <em>My Oh My </em>(Van Halen), completely unexpectedly, at the end of a long <em>Telegraph Road </em>(Dire Straits) she found <em>A Groovy Kind of Love </em>(Phil Collins) that was full of <em>Honesty</em> (Billy Joel) that had her <em>Dancing on the Ceiling </em>(Lionel Ritchie).  <em>Jabulani</em> (PJ Powers) – happiness was the word.  She had found her <em>Charlie </em>(Rabbit) and he wasn’t a <em>Man on the Moon</em> (Ballyhoo).  He did want to <em>Kiss her all Over</em> (Exile) on a <em>Bed of Roses </em>(Bon Jovi). <h3>Afterword</h3> Firstly, did you pick up the group, album, song title or lines from songs in the section headings?  If you didn't this is each of them - in order:  <em>Arrival</em> - Abba; So you think your schooling is a line from Supertramp's <em>Crime of the Century</em> (song and album); Men at Work - the band from Australia and, finally, Dire Straits' <em>Love Over Gold</em> song and album. And finally, that iconic Phil Collins song, <em>Against All Odds...</em> Secondly, I did stop the story where another story began 20 years ago.  I guess I might have to consider doing another post about the last two decades... Finally, as I said, I was hard pressed (notice the joke, those of you who remember vinyl) to choose just one.  I have favourites that apply at different times and others that I hated and now love.  I thought that in my revision, I might change things.  I haven't.  I <strong>have</strong> added more, and not just in the headings which I did with version two.... There are songs missing from this list and which I'd love to have included, like Johnny Clegg's <em><a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Asimbonanga</a> (We have not seen him [Mandela])</em>, but I really couldn't work it in, but couldn't leave it out, either.  It is up there with another evocative song from my youth, Bright Blue's <a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer">Weeping</a>.  Both are iconic songs of the struggle against Apartheid. However, I have saved my absolute favourite to the end.  It comes from one of the world's greatest guitarists and whose music underpins virtually every stage of my life - from my teens, and until now.  Why this song?  I have no idea, but it resonated for me the first time I heard it in the summer of 1980.  At the time, I did not know that it was Santana, or the name of the tune - it's instrumental.  It haunted me for years, and one of the first records I ever bought, was the Santana album that included this song.  I now have it on CD - the same album - along with a number of other Santana albums that are all precious and special for different reasons.  One of the memories and experiences I shall treasure forever, was seeing Santana live in South Africa - I had waited nearly 40 years.  It was worth the wait and every penny.  Especially when he played this. <iframe src="" width="560" height="315" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen="allowfullscreen" data-mce-fragment="1"></iframe> If Santana visits South Africa again, I'll move heaven and earth - again - to go. <strong>Until next time, be well Fiona The Sandbag House McGregor, South Africa</strong> <figure> <img src="" alt="" width="150" height="100" /><br/></a> Photo: <a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Selma</a></figure> <strong>Post script</strong> I am participating in <a class="keychainify-checked" href="" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener">@traciyork</a>'s twice-yearly <a class="keychainify-checked" href="" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener">Hive Blog Posting Month</a>. <center><img class="aligncenter" src="" /></center><br/> If this post might seem familiar, it's because I'm doing two things: <ul> <li>re-vamping old recipes. As I do this, I am adding them in a file format that you can download and print. If you download recipes, buy me a <a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener">coffee</a>. Or better yet, a <a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener">glass of wine</a>....?</li> <li>and "re-capturing" nearly two years' worth of posts.</li> </ul> I blog to the Hive blockchain using a number of decentralised applications. <ul> <li>From Wordpress, I use the Exxp Wordpress plugin. If this rocks your socks, click <a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener">here</a> or on on the image below to sign up.</li> </ul> <a href=""><center><img class="aligncenter wp-image-4719 size-medium" src="" alt="" width="300" height="75" /></center><br/></a> <ul> <li>Join Hive using this <a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener">link</a> and then join us in the Silver Bloggers' community by clicking on the logo.</li> </ul> <center> <img class="wp-image-5879 size-full" src="" alt="" width="300" height="150" /><br/></a> Original artwork: @artywink</center> <ul> <li>lastly, graphics are created using partly my own photographs and <a href="" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Canva</a>.</li> </ul> <br /><center><hr/><em>Posted from my blog with <a href=''>Exxp</a> : </em><hr/></center> @fionasfavourites

Oh Fiona this was so much fun to read and how most of the tunes resonated in my memory bringing back my memories. I've had this soundtrack post in drafts for a week since I read Traci's. The post is waiting to be shaped. We'll see if it sees the light of day this week. Happy Easter to you. Hope all is well. 🤗😊 @coquicoin

Happy Easter to you, Eli! I am so glad you enjoyed reading this - and that many of the songs resonated. I look forward to reading yours! @fionasfavourites

What an absolutely wonderful journey Fiona, with many of my favourite songs which bring back happy and sad memories! The two hauntingly beautiful South African songs both hold a special place in my heart! My late uncle Rulov met Madiba at the Joburg Theatre one night, and said what an impression he made on him as he had this very special aura around him; gracious, humble and smiling! If only he was a little younger when he was freed and we became a true democracy, I do believe things would be a whole lot different now, especially for the poorest of the poor! @lizelle