You know how every now and then, a song just sticks in your head and you keep playing it over and over again... which I suppose makes it stick in your head... so you play it over and over and so on...
Well the track that is currently being repeated as I drive to and from work is called Kiss in the Dark by The Voice’s Bo Bruce (click above to hear it...). I’m sure she has been or will be compared to Dolores O’Riordan of The Cranberries... and however much any artist wants their style to be “individual”, it’s surely not an unflattering comparison...
Last week, I blogged about Bo after having heard her audition – and also having read a fair amount of “troubled past”-style articles in the papers. I noticed there were yet more stories over the weekend and, in the vain hope that my books will one day bring me some public recognition (and cash...), I want to grab the tabloid bull by its proverbial horns and come clean...
Back when I was about twelve, I was messing around with a tennis ball in our lounge... I kicked the ball, smashed an ornament... and blamed the dog.
“RSPCA outrage as loyal pet falsely accused by well-known author....”
What can I say? I am ashamed... full of remorse... that said, it was a sweetly struck shot...
But does that particular “skeleton” (and let’s be honest, we all have them...) make me any better or worse at writing?
The answer is, of course, “no”... just as anything that may or may not have happened in the relatively short life of Bo Bruce will have made not a blind bit of difference to her singing voice. But the past surely must shape part of the person we become...and in Bo’s case, her experiences may also be reflected in her songwriting, but just as I would hope to be judged on my ability to tap out a few words on a keyboard (if fame ever comes a-knocking) and not on anything even remotely tennis ball and canine-related from yesteryear, so I am simply looking forward to listening to Bo Bruce, a young lady with a hauntingly beautiful voice... anything else is frankly irrelevant.
All my own work... almost.