More Therapy Little Mumma Style

by | May 14, 2011 | Little Angie, Little Domesticity, Little Nothings | 8 comments

In addition to my own brand of bounce therapy, I find listening to music at a deafening volume an excellent stress-buster. Some days, no sooner than B arrives home from work, I fly out the door under the guise of needing milk/bread/arsenic and in that three minute drive to the supermarket, I sing at the very top of my lungs to the very loudest music I have on hand.

A few nights ago, I stumbled across an old CD and found a song I used to love back in the day. And on this particular day, I loved it still. Fear Factory, people. Heavy. Dark. Loud. And just what the doctor (read: shrink) ordered. I was transported back to my youth. A time of reckless abandon, of smoking anything that caught on fire, a time when my breasts matched.

If you are not into metal, I suggest you don't click the below.


  

But tell me, do you hear the music of your youth (read: pre the old ball and chain and subsequent offspring) and return to a state of exuberance? And feel like drinking vodka from a can?

Now, just because I'm feeling self -indulgent, here is a song that just thrills the pants right off me. Literally. As in, if B had this playing in the boudoir when we retired for the evening, he would get laid. Probably.


  

And, speaking of getting laid, Chris Cornell. Hello lover!


  

Care to reminisce with me? Did you do the nineties the way I did? All grungey and whatnot?

It's Saturday night. I'm home with my love. The babes slumber. And we are not far off it ourselves. Sad. 

Let's all listen to NIN and remember a time when we would have been out dancing our arses off…


 

Hello friends

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I’m Angie!  I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order.  He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.

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8 Comments

  1. Natalie

    Green Day. Every time. Went to their concert 2 years ago and I swear I transformed into a 15 year old. High on adrenaline!

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  2. Natalie

    And when the baby has been screaming for ever and just will not settle? iPod and earphones, something chilled out- drowns out the crying, relaxes me and singing along becomes singing to bub. Michael buble is a fave for that 🙂

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  3. MJ

    NIN? YES. Takes me right back. If I’m in need of that kind of return-to-angsty-youth music therapy, The Cure, Nirvana and Smashing Pumpkins also come out for a play.

    For just good old reminiscence and damn good music, I pull out REM, Bjork, Beck, Red Hot Chili Peppers and PJ Harvey.

    Probably the only stuff I own – not from the 90s (how tragic!) – that has the same kind of impact on me would be the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.

    I just don’t listen to enough proper music these days. Need to do something about that…

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  4. Melissa

    You young whippersnappers.

    I would agree that music is a major stressbuster and I am sad that my Walkman has finally gone to God. I have to get savvy with the MP3 because I’m missing the musical soundtrack while the kids are asleep.

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  5. Crystal

    Music therapy is definitely in my arsenal of stress-busting techniques. NIN, Green Day, maybe a little Nickelback, Evanescense or Sarah McGlocklin depending on my mood.

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  6. Belle

    OMG Angie, Closer is my thrill-the-pants of me track!!!! Yes, I know, very far removed from my fave Kylie, but fuck me, I love that song!!!!

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  7. Frelle

    love the music you listed 🙂 my ragey stuff is early 90s like KMFDM and NIN.. that has led into disturbed and slipknot for current rage music. i take a “music bath” every few days, in my car, volume all the way up, and it’s very therapeutic 🙂

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  8. Alison@Mama Wants This

    I love how you slipped in ‘arsenic’ in your to-get-grocery list.

    I’m not a metal fan, I’m more a closet Eminem fan. Hee.

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