It’s Just Another Manic Monday
…and so, the week begins. For The Bangles, Monday is the day “you wish your bed was already made”, when it takes you “so long just to figure out what you’re gonna wear” and you tell yourself with profound resignation: “If I had an aeroplane, I still couldn’t make it on time.”It was Prince’s creative genius that sprouted these lyrics. Even though he wrote it for a different band, the song seems to suit this 80s group perfectly, as you can imagine them doing their famous “walk like an Egyptian” all the way to work on a manic Monday morning.
…this is how we jump straight to Tuesday afternoon. Sometimes it seems like that, doesn’t it? The beginning of the week melts into a giant mush of to do‘s and it takes forever just to bring things up to date, to make the simple switch from weekend mode to job mode. But the Moody Blues could be of help in terms of relaxation. Their Tuesday afternoon tune brings with it a whiff of freedom, with all its talk about trees, sky and gentle voices but also a touch of sadness in its slightly wistful sound. Nevertheless, be sure to take a moment, a small moment of your Tuesday afternoon, to indulge in “chasing the clouds away” and to leave yourself behind, with a little help from the Moody Blues.
Love On Wednesday
Apparently, there’s been a tacit agreement among English songsters: Wednesday is the day to brood over love- what else to do in the middle of the week, right? Even if it’s unrequited, guilty, plain or plainly happy, Wednesday rhymes with melancholic love. On “Wednesday”,Tori Amos is “just sitting around, being foolish” complaining about routine and the ominous silence between her and her significant other; Simon and Garfunkel mention with hindsight (and the lyric sensitivity of 70s music) last night’s experience in “Wednesday Morning 3 AM”, while John Frus-ciante is simply Frus-trated in his “Wednesday’s Song”. So, no, no fun on Wednesday, but a lot of looking back’s and sighs to go with.
Thursday Child is a Grumpy Child
“..doing the best with what I have”. But that doesn’t seem to help Mr. David Bowie with his depression. He seems to regret being a Thursday’s child, thinking “Maybe I’m born right out of my time”. He continues to whine, about whispers of hope, crying his heart to sleep and such, and when you really believe this is it and his mood will never take a turn for the better, you listen to the last lines: “Nothing prepared me for your smile/ Lighting the darkness of my soul.” So yes, it’s love again- or better yet, the thought that Thursday is right before Friday, and we all know that …..
Friday, I’m in Love
The song holds within it all the reckless joy of this day. The work week becomes a succession of I don’t care’s since Friday is the day. We all yearn for the sensation of liberation that accompanies every Friday afternoon. This is what the Cure infamously sing about, they praise the day “you never hesitate” And so you simply smile at the sound of Friday’s music as you gradually feel “your spirits rise”, preparing for the perks of the weekend while you indulge your guilty pleasures and “eat in the middle of the night”.
Saturday Night- We Lose Ourselves, We Lose It All
Well, so it is when you are young and dejected. For Natalia Kills (a softer, new-on-the-rack version of Gaga), Saturday night is a mixture of indolence, protest, half-felt fun and self-awareness. Massive Attack really doesn’t ease the deal with their depressive invitation Saturday, come slow. We sincerely don’t know why most of the Saturday songs are a little morose or downright mad – take Elton John’s Saturday Night’s Alright For Fighting as the best example, but we suspect it might be the after effects of all the previous day’s, well, love
Thank God for Sunday Morning
And we end it in style. We carefully slide past the Gloomy Sunday mood, although it may be the most famous song ever written about this day and we land straight into No Doubt’s cozy, suburban garage. It is a song about retaliation, a romantic who’s who that we can all- more or less- identify with. But beyond its lyrics, the song has that energetic beat that may successfully replace caffeine and the good old morning run, adjusting the best gear for your vibrant Sunday