an earful.

Music. How I long for just one musical bone encased in my body.
I own a beautiful guitar, I respect my instrument increasingly more than many of my beloved belongings, yet can I play the darn thing? I know chords, I truly do. It just so happens that when I strike those steel strings the sound (it can NOT be called music) I produce is exceedingly distant to how it is designed to sound on one’s ears.
“What do you want to be when you grow up Emma.” Oh how often a child is solicited with this question. This question of embarrassing answers. My own answer? Well after Astronaut and before Lawyer, my answer would merely have been…a pop star. Those that have experienced my singing will snort with amusement at this, since the cold, hard truth is that I can not hold a tune. I’m actually tone death. Additionally rubbing salt into my wound, to be a pop star you need the X factor. I don’t (I’m hindered in dance skills and charisma and acting skills to top it all off).
Apposed to scrawling across my keyboard adhering pointless words together, I’d love to be strumming my guitar. Alas, it is not tuned. Alas my tuner has broken. Alas, I don’t even have the foggiest idea of how it should sound, let alone how to compel it TO sound that way.
The one mantra I can perform consists of no chords. Purely one string notes. And dear God don’t request I sing along’ it’s hard enough playing the tune, let alone tallying my warbling into the mix.
Yet, despite my musical disabilities I’ve never faltered in my absolute devotion to lyrics and rhyme. Just because I’m retarded in that field, does not mean I can not appreciate others talent. This week I attempted to purchase Kings of Leon tickets for the 30th of June. Said tickets sold out in SIX MINUTES! Obviously I’m not alone with my love for the hillbilly brothers.
Songs can flood my brain with memories. Just today while enjoying a wee scampi and chips in Yates I was reminded of my inability to play guitar; Hey There Delilah came on. Cringing is mandatory each and every time I hear this song; why am I so untalented and why am I so BAD!? I’m sure everyone feels the same, but lyrics and music and bands have such a profound effect on my over-zealous emotions. Opening my iTunes is alike lifting the lid of a memory box.
This was never supposed to end this way, yet here we are. My top memory inducing songs in the world. Nothing elaborate or pretentious, unadorned and undemanding music that makes me smile, songs that make me cry and anger inducing lyrics.
Read My Mind - The Killers
Because the stars are blazing like rebel diamonds cut out of the sun.
I’m Yours - Jason Mraz
Because it’s the Thailand anthem.
Boys Don’t Cry - The Cure
Because this occurred JUST before he got a tattoo.
Waterloo Sunset - The Kinks
Because it is beautiful and reminds me of getting a train homeward bound.
Milk - Kings of Leon
Because I love them.
The Bucket - Kings of Leon
Because it’s my favourite.
Honey and the Moon - Joseph Arthur
Because I’ve listened to this song constantly for four years.
Hot n Cold - Katy Perry
Because I love my best friend.
Crack the Shutters - Snow Patrol
Because I remember laying in a Bangkok bed listening to this.
This Modern Love - Bloc Party
Because each time I see them, I want to cry to this song.
Sweet Disposition - The Temper Trap
Because I love Reading. And (500) Days of Summer.
Fairground - Simply Red
Because it reminds me of my Mummy.
Day and Night - Kid Cudi
Because, oh Malia was so good.
There are too many songs to my 19 years. Too many.
Sorry this is a little bit of a rubbish post. I can’t write properly anymore…

And I tried to add my version of this from Chok's'd Bar in Thailand but it wouldn't work.