*snores quietly in a half-waking manner*
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apollaSo....
I missed my train because it took me much longer to get up the hill and over the bridge with my stuff than I had anticipated. I actually saw the Metro doors close and it pull away, I was so close. I was wet, cold and miserable and had to wait an hour for the next Stevenage train. It also meant that I didn't have a reserved seat so I had to go to the unreserved coach and find a seat.
And as the train was leaving Newcastle on the way to Durham, I was feeling generally very sorry for myself, miserable, depressed etc...
Now, maybe it's that I saw Bruce Almighty the other week, but I'm really of the mind that God moves in mysterious ways his/her wonders to perform. But I was feeling horrible in a way I haven't for quite some time. I'm sat leaning against the window still shivering....
and someone's phone rings, playing Light My Fire. For a moment I don't even recognise it such is my mindset, but my heart leaps at this familiar friend just the same. And I realised that I'd never heard a Doors ringtone before and that here I am, feeling just despair and misery even though I'm finally on a train... and someone's sent Jim to me. Because of the many things God knows, S/He knows that I'll never really be miserable in a world where the Doors exist, so S/He sent me them to remind me and to tell me to cheer the fuck up and stop being a silly, miserable tart.
Just in case I didn't get the message, the owner of the phone and another man got into a conversation about the song. The other bloke says it's from 196-something and I was dying to shout "SEVEN! SEVEN!" at them, but I'm relatively polite when it comes to hijacking the conversations of strangers, so I remained silent.
I'm not saying that this one moment conclusively proves the existence of God, but I do believe that he's there watching over me. I do think he's looking after me and I do think it was unreasonable of me to plead with him to keep my train late by ten minutes, so I understand that. You may be sat at your computer scoffing at the mad little rock girl, but it really did make my misery dissolve almost entirely, like someone giving my mind a massage or something. Be it God or Jim coming to smack me in the head for being a drama queen, I don't mind. But I've never heard any phone play a Doors song as a ringtone ever before. Coinkydink? I really don't think so.
So I cheered up (although remained damp and cold all the way home) and put Led Zeppelin on (Physical Graffiti disc I) so I could argue with myself as to 'Custard Pie' sounds like 'Black Betty' by (among others) Ram Jam.
I am also reminded that I should really get myself a decent ringtone. This weird, preprogrammed, pseudo-Celtic thing is annoying me, even though I hardly ever get calls. Stairway or something should suffice. Mind you, knowing me, in the event that anyone did call me, I'd probably not answer, preferrnig instead to listen to some monophonic version of a rock classic.
Also, 'Trampled Underfoot' does put a dent in the 'Led Zeppelin aren't misogynistic' argument.
And I haven't been able to get the Beatles song 'Another Girl' out of my head all day. There's probably a reason.
But I'm home. Crimbo tree up tomorrow, methinks.
I missed my train because it took me much longer to get up the hill and over the bridge with my stuff than I had anticipated. I actually saw the Metro doors close and it pull away, I was so close. I was wet, cold and miserable and had to wait an hour for the next Stevenage train. It also meant that I didn't have a reserved seat so I had to go to the unreserved coach and find a seat.
And as the train was leaving Newcastle on the way to Durham, I was feeling generally very sorry for myself, miserable, depressed etc...
Now, maybe it's that I saw Bruce Almighty the other week, but I'm really of the mind that God moves in mysterious ways his/her wonders to perform. But I was feeling horrible in a way I haven't for quite some time. I'm sat leaning against the window still shivering....
and someone's phone rings, playing Light My Fire. For a moment I don't even recognise it such is my mindset, but my heart leaps at this familiar friend just the same. And I realised that I'd never heard a Doors ringtone before and that here I am, feeling just despair and misery even though I'm finally on a train... and someone's sent Jim to me. Because of the many things God knows, S/He knows that I'll never really be miserable in a world where the Doors exist, so S/He sent me them to remind me and to tell me to cheer the fuck up and stop being a silly, miserable tart.
Just in case I didn't get the message, the owner of the phone and another man got into a conversation about the song. The other bloke says it's from 196-something and I was dying to shout "SEVEN! SEVEN!" at them, but I'm relatively polite when it comes to hijacking the conversations of strangers, so I remained silent.
I'm not saying that this one moment conclusively proves the existence of God, but I do believe that he's there watching over me. I do think he's looking after me and I do think it was unreasonable of me to plead with him to keep my train late by ten minutes, so I understand that. You may be sat at your computer scoffing at the mad little rock girl, but it really did make my misery dissolve almost entirely, like someone giving my mind a massage or something. Be it God or Jim coming to smack me in the head for being a drama queen, I don't mind. But I've never heard any phone play a Doors song as a ringtone ever before. Coinkydink? I really don't think so.
So I cheered up (although remained damp and cold all the way home) and put Led Zeppelin on (Physical Graffiti disc I) so I could argue with myself as to 'Custard Pie' sounds like 'Black Betty' by (among others) Ram Jam.
I am also reminded that I should really get myself a decent ringtone. This weird, preprogrammed, pseudo-Celtic thing is annoying me, even though I hardly ever get calls. Stairway or something should suffice. Mind you, knowing me, in the event that anyone did call me, I'd probably not answer, preferrnig instead to listen to some monophonic version of a rock classic.
Also, 'Trampled Underfoot' does put a dent in the 'Led Zeppelin aren't misogynistic' argument.
And I haven't been able to get the Beatles song 'Another Girl' out of my head all day. There's probably a reason.
But I'm home. Crimbo tree up tomorrow, methinks.
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Date: 2003-12-22 06:13 (UTC)I didn't say I didn't like Trampled Underfoot.... *snickers*... Hell, Robert Plant could sing the phone book and I wouldn't mind. Hell of a riff, an' all. It just lends credence to my 'everything the Zeppelin ever sang was about sex' theory.
You know, I've not really bothered even looking for ringtones, cos the free ones are shite and I don't really fancy paying money for my phone to sound good. Know what I mean>
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Date: 2003-12-24 05:05 (UTC)And yeah, I'm cheap like that too. I found a damn good site for free ringtones, but they closed up shop. Now I've got to search for more sites that don't have 139478 pop up ads and don't have a 900 number.
(And, since you got me thinking about all this music, I'm using my RP icon just for you. First time ever. [considering that I just made it the other night])
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Date: 2003-12-24 05:15 (UTC)And I've never thought the undertones were ever all that subtle! Seriously though, although rock and roll has always been about sex in one way or the other (trying to get it, not getting it, talking about it, boasting about it, whatever) the Zeppelin always did everything much... bigger.