Maja Francis is a young Swedish pop singer, and this is a song from her debut album. It’s in some way relatable to me, and I think to many people – not only at my stage of life which Maja Francis had definitely in mind when writing this song, as this is based on her own experiences, but also those who are at any point in life where things are changing in any way and they’re moving on to something different. – Because this song is about changing, or more exactly, not being ready for a change, and for the “last days of dancing” to come, despite you see people around you changing and growing and blooming. But you’re giving in to it anyway yourself as well. I like Maja Francis’ light vocals.
Anyone else here hates carnival?
Well anyway, I do. Or used to do, now I don’t have to bother. But yeah I hated it. Oh but how can anyone hate carnival, especially in such country as Poland? It’s such a colourful tradition! Well, maybe I don’t hate carnival in general, there are or used to be some pretty interesting traditions over here relating to it and I always like to read about traditions be them ours or someone else’s, I’m just overall into folklore as you know.
But in my own experience, carnivals had always been yuck. We always had so many parties and balls and proms and discos and dancings or however to call them. We had usuallly one such event at school, one at the girls’ boarding school and one at the boys’ and sometimes also one at the cafe which also was in that centre.
If I’m totally honest, I don’t know exactly what I hated so much about them. Yes it was socially engaging and so challenging for me, but there were way more challenging situations there for me. Dancing is not my element definitely, but I’m not the worst at it and I do dance if I have to when we have some family parties or stuff.It wasn’t that I was left alone and didn’t haveto dance with, if I wanted I’d surely find someone, therewas a time when I was the only girlin the class and my classmates rather liked me as a friend and I did like them.
I guess that just the general atmosphere overwhelmed me. All that crowd and noise, so that even if you came there with someone there were 99% chances you will lose each other in the crowd even if you’re not dancing. And I always hate that feeling of being lonely in the crowd, way more than just being lonely, even if I talk to someone I often feel this way among very many people. And it’s awful.
So I always tried to do everything to avoid those parties. Theoretically, it wasn’t something compulsory to go there, but it wasn’t well seen for someone to stay on their own in the group while everyone else is out, you know, safety and all. And no one actually wanted to avoid them as far as I know, other than me, so it was seen as odd if you did, and you could be more or less pressured to go anyway. At that time I wasn’t assertive enough to just say no, I still am not sure if I would say if it happened to me now, knowing how pressured I’d be anyway, so I rather preferred to find some excuses, which worked sometimes, most often not very creaive stuff like period. When I was very young, I took an advantage of the fuss when they were going out and hid in the shower lol. I was desperate to not go with them, and then I got out when they all went out. As I supposed, no one even noticed I didn’t go, neither the staff, nor any of my group mates. 😀
One year though I did something particular. We got to know there will be two parties, one at school and one at the cafe, as it was Saturday. It was also my birthday, and I got mad. Why do I have to go to some yucky trashy dancing parties on my birthday if I hate it? Why can’t I do something better? And I was determined to not go, and instead, do something very nice. Well, not going could be potentially possible if I tried, but the latter was quite a brave goal in such a place where you can’t decide much about yourself. But I did it.
Luckily for me, at that time I had a kind of English teacher, well she wasn’t my real English teacher, she was my aunt’s acquaintance and lived in the city nearby my school, and my Mum and aunt introduced us to each other and my aunt had an idea that she – her acquaintance – would come to me while I was at the boarding school, say once a week, so that I could go out of that environment for a while and talk to someone from the outside, normal world and just have fun. We made an excuse that she’ll be teaching me some extra English, and the staff agreed. We didn’t cheat on them, if you’re worried, she did teach me English, but the primary goal was for me to just get out of there and do whatever we liked. We both liked English, so we often did English.
I called my Mum to ask her if she could send me some money, we had them stored by the staff but if our parents wanted they could send some to us too. Luckily they came on time. So I called my aunt’s acquaintance, let’s call her K. and I asked her if she’s free next Saturday because I’d like to invite her to some restaurant in the city for a dinner because it’s my birthday. She said she is and that it is cool, so I told her about those deeper reasons for that so we scheduled our meeting so that I’d be out during both parties. My Mum obviously agreed so the staff couldn’t do anything but agree too.
We went to the Moroccan restaurant and, guys, I guess there was the best food I’ve ever eaten so far. Although it’s possible that my happiness spiced it up even more because I couldn’t believe my luck and that it worked out. 😀 Anyway, it was one of more happy days I spent there. Or not there actually, as I wasn’t at school practically. 😀 I hate that city but if I’m gonna be there ever again I’ll surely go to that restaurant again. We had so much fun and we also did other things, but, funnily enough, I don’t remember anything more from that day now, even though it was long and intense. 😀 I only remember I came back to the boarding school with a huge Toffifee, I don’t remember if I bought it or she got it for me, anyway I was sharing it with my roommates at night.
Sometimes I tried to get someone from my family at that time so we could spend time together and I remember one quite hilarious costume party on which my aunt came to me, she’s crazy and very funny so we, and others, had a lot of laugh.
But other than that, I always hated those parties and still when we have some family parties with dancing or in huge locals, my brain turns upside down. Dunno, maybe I’m just boring, but if not being boring =liking dancing parties, no thanks, I’d rather stay boring, it’s way more interesting. 😀
How about you? Do you like dancing? 🙂 Have you been to many huge parties with dancing? Do you like carnival?
I’m sorry I haven’t posted anything yesterday, I had a Zombie day and was way too Zombie, or so I felt.
Sometime at the very beginnings of this blog I showed you a song by Trwynau Coch called Radio Cymru, and I told you that I really like this band, not only because the only one album of them that seems to be available is really good IMO, but also because I have a soft spot for them because of the fact that their vocalist – Rhys harris – is my music crush’s – Gwilym Bowen Rhys – father.
The band doesn’t exist anymore, but they were pretty popular and liked in their era, as one of the first bands making music in Welsh. Their punk sound and humourous, weird lyrics are quite characteristic.
I made numerous trials to understand their lyrics more, as to most songs they’re not available in English anywhere, and with varying success.
As for this one, I can’t even figure out what its title means so far, I only know that wastod is always, or actually, as far as I know, it should be wastad, but they seem to have a lot of fuss between vowels in different dialects in Welsh, so i guess that’s still the same? The only thing I know is that at least in some part, it’s about dancing, and discos, or more exactly about how the person speaking doesn’t like to dance and doesn’t want to go to the disco, in T-shirt and jeans from Tesco, lol… although I may be wrong somewhere and not understand something exactly. The rest of the song I only somewhat understand, some phrases or words, not always enough to get the context out of it. Well, that sounds interesting for me, the more that I myself have a disco related life long aversion as well, you may actually call it a full blown phobia. So much that it really doesn’t matter to me in what I’d go to it in, I just don’t want.