Y Bandana – “Dal Dy Drwyn” (Hold Your Nose).

Hey people! ๐Ÿ™‚

Today, I’ve got quite a quirky song for you. As some of you perhaps remember, Y Bandana is a band fronted by Gwilym Bowen Rhys – my most recent major faza subject. – He was the vocalist and guitarist in it, and apart from him there were also his two cousins – Tomos Jones on keyboards and Siรดn Owens on bass guitar – and Gwilym’s school friend Robin Llwyd Jones on percussion. – It was something they were doing in their teens and early twenties, and the band is no longer alive, however it shows in such a cool way how musically versatile Gwilym actually is. For those who don’t know – albeit I write so much about my fazas that I’m not sure there is someone reading this who doesn’t know already – Gwilym’s main musical interest evolve around Welsh folk/acoustic music. Even in this genre alone, he can be very flexible, but it’s fun to see that he’s also had some experience with pop-rock like this and they were really good at it. They had very characteristically catchy songs, and usually somehow mischievous/humourous lyrics. And that’s definitely the case with this song. I really regret that I can’t translate it to you so that you’d have more of a context but my understanding of it is a bit patchy so that probably wouldn’t be the best idea, however I do know enough to say that it’s all about another person being very smelly. I like when people are inventive with song topics, even when they’re sometimes a little gross like that. :DIt really made me laugh when, after having listened to Y Bandana for a while already and starting to learn Welsh, I started picking up some bits of lyrics and figured out very roughly what this song is about, that really made me laugh. It’s funny when listening to music in other languages that you barely know or not at all, to realise that something you’ve been listening to concerns such a fascinating topic.

Question of the day.

Where is the worst smelling place you’ve been?
My answer:
Some public loos definitely. I hate to go to them. Of course not all are so very smelly, but in my area, very many. Especially when we talk about portable lavs on the streets. They are so smelly, that in my opinion, if you want to survive, you should take a deep breath in before you go in and not breathe out before you go out. Most of them look like they’re not cleaned at all. My Mum, who has much stronger abomination to such objects than me, was recently forced to visit a portable public loo and it looked like someone didn’t make it to the toilet on time as she saw someone’s poo all over the floor. Eww! So, unless it’s an urgent case, I much prefer to wait with it until I will be at my own home.
Another place I’ve been to is somewhere in Kuyavian-Pomeranian voivodeship where they have a cellulose factory and it is pretty smelly there for quite a bit of the way. Which are the most smelly places in your opinion? ๐Ÿ˜€