Rage the television music program, not the emotion. After the 1987 Countdown last night, they had a Rock Arena on show from January 1, 1987 - only nine years ago, but seems so much longer. And on this particular Rock Arena, they had Crowded House - well, I just had to stay up even later to watch it, didn't I?
And then I started getting sleepy, and just hanging out for Don't Dream It's Over. I was going to go to bed after that, but then they immediately went into Mean To Me - something about the line 'and the sound of Te Awamutu' does it to me every time.
Especially after Don't Dream It's Over - I admit, I had tears streaming down my face. Not sure why, homesickness, the lateness of the evening, just listening to fucking damned good songs? I dunno, but whatever it was hit me big time...
Thoughts of London, of Gallipoli, of the rose coloured tint to summer that the Weather With You video always gives. Obviously Crowded House is more than just music to me - somehow their songs have gotten tied up in the emotional parts of my brain for some reason...
It's a similar feeling to when I fly into Wellington, seeing the harbour, the hills etc... similar but not quite the same, because I know that the Wellington feeling is pure homesickness :)
Pauly
And then I started getting sleepy, and just hanging out for Don't Dream It's Over. I was going to go to bed after that, but then they immediately went into Mean To Me - something about the line 'and the sound of Te Awamutu' does it to me every time.
Especially after Don't Dream It's Over - I admit, I had tears streaming down my face. Not sure why, homesickness, the lateness of the evening, just listening to fucking damned good songs? I dunno, but whatever it was hit me big time...
Thoughts of London, of Gallipoli, of the rose coloured tint to summer that the Weather With You video always gives. Obviously Crowded House is more than just music to me - somehow their songs have gotten tied up in the emotional parts of my brain for some reason...
It's a similar feeling to when I fly into Wellington, seeing the harbour, the hills etc... similar but not quite the same, because I know that the Wellington feeling is pure homesickness :)
Pauly
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