Innocent Naivety vs. Blissful Ignorance

“I’m not saying it was your fault, although you could’ve done more”
I really do enjoy a good cover song. I understand there’s just so much wrong with what I’m saying here. But sometimes, they just get it so right. Or there’s a different take on a song that just draws a whole different meaning from it. Sometimes, it does no justice whatsoever to the original of course. I could not imagine how upset I would be if someone took a piece of art I’d created and fucked it six ways from Sunday. But - you can’t fault someone for trying.
I have zero idea what this rant is actually regarding, if anything at all… I just wanted to make a note that I had been listening to some really pretty cover versions of songs lately. List time? S’pose so…

Top 5 Covers… of the top of my head:
Lily Allen - Naive (The Kooks)
The Sundays - Wild Horses (The Rolling Stones)
Frente - Bizarre Love Triangle (New Order)
Giant Drag - Wicked Game (Chris Isaac)
Amy Winehouse - Round Midnight (Thelonious Monk)

I’ve had such a huge week this week. I’ve partied so hard I am too sore to move. I’ve met the most incredible people. I’ve just had a lovely time. It makes me really excited on life and even more so on the idea of going to Europe than ever before. Planning this trip with three weeks notice, is admittedly the craziest thing that I have ever ever done - but I know that it will totally be worth it.
Life is going to be a massive party for months and I will come home ready to settle or determined to save and go off into the world again. Either way, I know it can only go uphill from here and I am already happy … So I’m syked to see where things go.
I wish I could sit down and write the truth when I’m happy the way that I can when I’m upset. But I can’t seem to find an even keel. I either want to pour my heart and soul into these words, or I just quickly flitter out an update so as not to completely forget what I was up to at any particular time in my life.
It’s just sad that my creative energy comes from my meltdowns. It goes to show why so many songs, and films are about heartbreak and disappointment. Because what’s as perfect on paper as a tragedy?