Ed Sheeran – The Next Pop Sensation?

Mobi Babble

I haven’t written much about my personal life lately, mainly because there has been nothing much happening that I consider would be of interest to my readers.

During the last few weeks I seem to have been in a ‘waiting mode’ on several fronts.

Firstly, I am waiting to see my heart specialists again in March when I will have some more tests done to try and determine once and for all exactly how serious my heart condition is, and at what point it will become critical to have the valve replaced. Hopefully, all this will be resolved during the two visits to Bangkok scheduled for the week of 12 March.

I am hopeful that at the very least, I will not need to go under the knife until after my eldest daughter’s trip to Thailand which is scheduled for the 2nd – 17th April.

 

So I am also waiting for my daughter and her husband to come for her visit and of course I am very much looking forward to spending some time with her.

Then I am waiting for my bloody car to be sold. This process really seems to be jinxed. It is one thing after another, and even after I had the paint job re-done and the car was sent back to Bangkok, it was then stuck at the BMW dealer for a week while they fixed the door sensor lock which had been broken by the paint body shop in Pattaya!!!! Grrrr.

 

Meanwhile the Mitsubishi dealer called me to announce that the Triton upon which I had long ago placed a deposit, is now ready for collection. Never, in my wildest dreams, did I think that the BM would remain unsold all this time, especially as I have now reduced the price and it really is a bargain. The problem is, that it has only been on show for barely a few days after all the unexpected problems I have been having, so with the best will in the world, it is going to take a couple of weeks or so to find a buyer.

I am not prepared to bring more money into the country to pay for the Triton , so I am not sure what is going to happen. The dealer is putting huge pressure on me to collect the vehicle, and if I don’t come with the cash in the next day or so, I think they will sell it to someone else and I will have to go back in line to await the next delivery in about a month’s time.

I know this car buying and selling nonsense isn’t particularly earth shattering in the grand scheme of things, but I confess that it has been getting me down and lately I have been feeling extremely depressed. I recognise that it’s not logical to get so depressed about something so utterly superficial and of no real consequence, and I suppose it tells me that I am not completely over all my mental frailties of the past few years. It still doesn’t take much to send me into a bit of a tailspin – what with the endless waiting to hear something, and the feeling of total helplessness in the selling process.

 

It just seems that my whole life is on hold – waiting to find out about my operation, waiting for my daughter to come over for her holiday, and waiting for my car to be sold so that I can get something new wheels to get out and about in.

In the meantime, I have had to ease off a bit in my daily walks, as I was finding they were taking too much out of me. After several months of exercise, I am much stronger physically, and I no longer have the aches and pains in my legs that used to bother me quite a bit. But I can only assume that my the condition of my heart valve is getting worse, as I have been as increasingly feeling absolutely whacked out, and on some days the old angina pains have been returning and I am also getting that familiar tightness in my chest. I am still going out on most afternoons, but have cut back on the walking distance and have slowed down a bit.

Maybe this apparent deterioration in my medical condition is contributing to my depression.

 

Noo is still as kind and attentive as ever, and does her best to take good care of me and cheer me up. I have no idea what I would do if I didn’t have Noo; she is such an incredible person.  I should be blissfully happy, with her to tend to my every conceivable need – but I’m not. I care about Noo very much and there is a deep and abiding love growing within my ageing, damaged heart, but for some reason, I find it really hard to be happy right now, and I hate myself for it.

Maybe things will improve, when some of my current problems get sorted.

 

 

Poetry through Music

Ed Sheeran – The Next Pop Sensation?

A few months ago, when I was downloading my latest pop music CD compilation to play in my car, I came across the hit song , The A Team, written and sung by Ed Sheeran.

I considered the song quite tuneful and original, but as is my usual habit, I didn’t initially pay much attention to the lyrics. I had assumed, for some unaccountable reason, that the song was written and performed by an American artist – maybe because I found it in the Billboard charts, and even in these heady days of Adele taking the pop world by storm, appearances by Brits in the American charts are still quite a rare phenomenon.

After hearing the song several times, I started to pay more attention to the lyrics, which are unbelievably good, but even then, I still thought the song to be ‘made in America’.

 

As many of you no doubt already know, I subsequently discovered that A Team was written and performed by an English singer, a ginger, tousle haired, geeky lad from Halifax, who goes by the name of Ed Sheeran, and who is fast becoming almost as big a pop sensation as the wonderful Adele herself.

The first time I saw him perform was live on a British TV chat show, with his guitar as his only accompaniment, and immediately realised that here indeed was a rare and special talent.

It remains to be seen whether he will really go on to scale the dizzy heights of Adele, but he certainly received wide exposure at the recent Brit Awards and if he does have lasting success, maybe it is a signal that popular music tastes are at long last reverting back towards songs with great melodies and great lyrics, sung by talented, original singers who don’t fit the typical ‘pop culture’ mode. Singer/songwriters, who have no need of 21st century recording studios, with their high tech, digital technology, to make good, commercially successful music, can only be a positive development.

When I first read the full A Team lyrics I was immediately moved by the stark and incredibly poignant words. To me, this is the epitome of what I mean by ‘Poetry Through Music’, and if this isn’t a poem for our modern age, then I have no idea what is.

 

A Team lyrics

By Ed Sheeran

White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light’s gone, day’s end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say
She’s in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries

And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we’re just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It’s too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
And they say
She’s in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries

And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we’re just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
But she don’t want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It’s too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we’ll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

And they say
She’s in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we’re all under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we don’t want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It’s too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die

 

Listen to Ed here: The A Team

 

BUTT…BUTT…BUTT…BUTT… I don’t give a hoot!