Classic ‘Choons’: A Quaver to a Werther’s Original

Classic ‘Choons’: A Quaver to a Werther’s Original

Summer means blasting out the speakers with the windows down, so here’s a throwback to what is likely to be on my playlist…

It was 5 A:M.

A time that’s either a tad too early or extremely late, depending on your viewpoint. Mine was definitely the latter. I’d already been awake for twenty-two hours and still had around another twelve to go before I could sink into bed. Rhythmically swaying from one foot to another, my mind was as foggy as the surroundings, the only sounds seemingly submerged in a hidden ocean.

To make matters worse, I had an urgent need to brush my teeth. Having realised they were stickily coated in a film of goodness knows what, I frantically began rubbing at each molar with an index finger. It can’t have been a pretty sight: Lips peeled back, I probably looked like a weird, humanised Cheshire Cat!


Best to keep your distance for sure. So imagine my surprise when another grinning face bounced up to me and said…

“Aww, lush man. Absolutely foooking banging innit? You got some? Giz a bit, yeah?

“Excuse me? Give you some…?”

“C. Yeah?”

“Sea? I’m afraid I don’t really get what you…”

“Coke, man. Can I ‘ave some of ya Coke?” he asked again, pointing at my mouth.

“Oh, sorry. I’ve only got some water. But you can have the rest if you like.”

“No worries, yeah? ‘Ave a banging night, yeah? I’ll tek ya water like, ta!”

Utterly perplexed, I watched the stranger wind through the crowd of gyrating zombies with my bottle. Through snorts of laughter, my friends tried to lift the confusion. Apparently, he was after some cocaine and my incessant teeth rubbing had drawn him forth!

Sorry, what? How on earth was I supposed to know that? I’ve never taken drugs in my life… Okay, not never, but a couple of dodgy brownies in Amsterdam and a single cup of very herbal tea were my life’s limit. But as this was the world I was immersed in, I had to get used to these spontaneous inquiries to share and spread love to the people (and probably a few other undesirable items…)

You see, I used to be a cheesy quaver.


No, not a salty corn snack: A raver. Hair twisted into a myriad of knots, slinging out shapes with my glow-sticks to the bass-lines and break beats, I attended all-night parties to listen to House music, Trance, Jungle, D&B and Happy Hardcore. I blew my whistle enthusiastically and exulted in the euphoria as the bass dropped. No white gloves though, I drew the line at that accessory!


Having been brought up on a mixture of soul and disco, ‘dance’ music was (and always will be) my first love. But I’m easily influenced in this department and over the years my taste in music has become as varied as my fad list!

Mum had me dancing to Adam and the Ants and Culture Club, whilst my grandparents fuelled my love for Big Band and Swing music of the Forties and of course, the timeless Ratpack era of the Sixties.

Working in a cinema for several years, it was a melting pot of various musical tastes, blasted out in to the foyer from the predominantly student staff force. Snow Patrol, Kaiser Chiefs, Maroon 5, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Corinne Bailey Rae and Scroobius Pip were all new artists (to me!) that I fell in love with. But I still stayed fairly mainstream, continuing to enjoy the cheese of the Spice Girls, Justin ‘Timbersnake’, P!nk and my guilty pleasure – a bit of Britney!

Then S introduced me to ‘screamy’ (metal) music and suddenly I was listening to (and liking) Slipknot, Korn or System of a Down, alongside ’emo’ or ‘alternative’ bands such as Taking Back Sunday Β (the band I’ve seen the most, live) and Brand New.

However, let’s just say that metal gigs are nothing like the rave scene – one time in a circle pit is one time too many thank you very much! Windmilling arms and bodies flying everywhere, S warned me it was about to ‘kick off’. Shoving him forward into the fray, I tried to escape to the safety of the back – where the parents stood holding jackets and trying to look cool! But I instantly slammed into a wallΒ  a torso, its accompanying head looking down with a raised eyebrow that said, ‘You ain’t going anywhere love.’

I became suspended a couple of feet off the floor, between two large men. But these chunks of ‘bread’ were probably a blessing in disguise: holding me in their human sandwich, I was terrified yet protected. Still made a swift beeline to the old folk area as soon as I could though…

And perhaps that’s where I ultimately need to be because – horror of horrors – I’ve morphed from a once cool (in my head) ‘quaver’ to a comforting and relaxing Werther’s Original.


Yes folks, I’ve reached an age where I think it’s socially acceptable to like CLASSICAL MUSIC.

There, I said it. I’ve shared my secret. For the last eighteen months, I’ve been an avid listener of Bach, Holst and Dvorak among many others.

‘Socially acceptable’ though? Well, I still feel that maybe it’s not. Not at my age anyway. Don’t get me wrong, everyone knows I like a good blanket and slippers but my stereotypical view of a classical music lover is over fifty and either tweed-ed up to the max, working on their latest scientific paper or a retiree, pottering around their cottage garden before attempting more of their tapestry. To be fair, the last scenario looks fairly appealing…

Is it me who has the problem? Would society not give two hoots whether I’ve got One Direction or Grieg blasting from my speakers? Do I need to stop worrying, proudly sharing my love with the world and not being quick to switch to Radio 1 if someone under thirty gets in my car?

Maybe I do need to get over my guilt because I think it’s been an underlying love for many years. My first experience was at eight years old, watching an orchestral interpretation of Peter and the Wolf. I was mesmerised – the whole ‘music is better played live’ saying is so true. I then begged for the soundtrack to ‘Dances with Wolves’ and later bought some of Grieg‘s work, purely based on the Alton Towers advert that used ‘In the Hall of the Mountain King’.

Films and their scores have been a huge influence on my classical preferences. I enjoy being able to make ‘videos’ in my head to go with the music, scenes of magical places and escapes from mythical monsters. This has filtered through into my dance genre loves too – TiΓ«sto’s ‘Adagio for Strings’ will forever be one of my favourite pieces to listen to.

And now I know more. I’ve become more discerning, liking string pieces more than pianos, identifying the difference between a John Barry or a John Williams composition and toying with the idea of learning the cello. Fad number 456 has been set…

So I’ll leave you now with another of my favourite classical pieces, one that never fails to make me do a little jig. Yes, yes, I’m aware the word ‘jig’ makes me sound like I should be a 90-year-old in a barn…

Hush now, I’m off to suck a boiled sweet and crochet a napkin to some classic ‘choons’. It’s okay, I’m sure the next song on shuffle will be Eminem

Links take you to the track that hooked me to that particular artist – do go have a listen, you may like some too!

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21 thoughts on “Classic ‘Choons’: A Quaver to a Werther’s Original

  1. My fave game to play with new people is shuffle roulette. First five songs your phone gives you on shuffle. My taste in music sounds as eclectic as yours so it really can be an enlightening experience. 😁
    I’m at V fest next week can’t wait, think it will take this old lady several days to recover though.

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    1. Ooh I’ll have to play that! You know, I’ve never been to a full festival. I think I’m put off by the camping aspect – I should really opt for a day ticket but I suppose that’s a bit of a cop out! Have fun 😊


  2. You never fail to bring a smile to my face Haylee πŸ™‚ Loved this post and must say I agree. I have some guilty pleasures myself when it comes to music (and no, they will not be divulged here) and recently find myself wanting to listen to some classical music. It’s just one of those things you gotta do at a certain age I suppose πŸ˜‰

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    1. Aww, thank you Diya, I’m glad you enjoyed it! Funny how things become acceptable / unacceptable at different ages. I think you should reveal at least one guilty music pleasure though. πŸ˜‰

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  3. I listened to Classic FM when I finally realised that I was no longer in the target demographic for Radio 1, but I wasn’t quite ready to accept Radio 2 into my life. It didn’t hurt that the first time I switched to it they were playing the Star Wars theme, which made a previously horrific circuit of the M25 into something much more pleasurable. I’m afraid that film themes is as far as any knowledge I have on the topic goes, well films and obviously anything that’s been linked to a major sporting event (Pavarotti still brings back childhood memories of football, Italy and the early nineties). I’ve switched to Radio 2 now, and accepted the demographic I naturally fit into, but I still dabble with a bit of classical from time to time. And Werthers as well, but primarily for that feeling that you never will forget.

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    1. Film scores will always be the only classical music I could probably speak about with any authority – and only if they were composed by John Williams! I’m learning though πŸ˜‰ Funny you mention sport, Classic played Bolero today. Forgot how much I like it but I only know it due to Torvill and Dean.
      I’m not really a huge fan of radio though, too much chatter. I think that’s why I like Classic. Most of the pieces are upwards of 7 minutes so by the time I’ve got to work I only have to listen to people speaking for about 2 minutes in total!

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  4. Wow – what a turnaround. That Drowning Pool song made me a little bit scared. I think I’ve regressed to a teeny bopperl with my cheesy taste in music. Love the similarity between your music taste and pedo pellets…sorry I mean Werthers Originals – my bad πŸ™‚

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    1. 😳 You can’t call them that!! Nothing wrong with a bit of cheese though. But you’re right, Drowning Pool is a little scary, especially in a club!


  5. Brilliant post. My philosophy is like what you like and don’t care what anyone else thinks. I LOVED dance music, although never made it to a rave (more of a clubber), but also quite happily listened pretty much anything else, including my beloved NKOTB (although I can’t swear that was about the music :)).

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    1. Thank you! Ah, New Kids – I did have quite a crush on them back in the day πŸ˜€ You’re right though, you shouldn’t care what others think. Easier to say now than when you’re under peer pressure at school though!


  6. My tastes have never been very cool when it comes to music. I remember having to tell everyone at school that I loved the Sex Pistols because that was what you said if you didn’t want to get beaten up. I’d never actually heard them before, and still barely know anything about them now. I did quite like Abba, but I kept quiet about that.

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    1. Apologies for only just replying to this, you’d ended up in my spam πŸ˜”
      Nothing wrong with a bit of Abba! But I know what you mean – I didn’t dare tell anyone at school I’d bought the back catalogue of the Righteous Brothers (mainly because of watching the film Ghost!), they thought I was weird enough already!

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      1. That’s just the away it is when we’re young. We care so much about what our friends think. No problem about my visit to the Spam folder, by the way. It’s something of a hobby of mine. πŸ™‚

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      2. It was a pleasant surprise to see a comment in there that wasn’t someone telling me I should be aware of something that’s apparently called CEO πŸ˜‰

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  7. Great post, quavers to Werther’s is brilliant! My own musical tastes are similarly broad and encompass most genres. We were always exposed to classical music thanks to my dad, but never appreciated it as fully until relatively recently. As for the rave scene, I’d say some of the best times of my life were had at raves, clubs, gay bars and festivals. luckily my GF was a fan of dance and indie. Nowadays a night in a sweaty club full of fresh-faced young people on drugs is slightly less appealing. In fact the sofa/tv/fridge combi seems to win hands down every time. Still, we may have ‘one foot in the grave’ now, but the other one is still partly in the rave.. And so we will check out some DJs during the course of this week’s StrΓΈm electronica festival, have a few beers and such (maybe even, gasp, a dance) and pretend that ‘age is just a state of mind.’ And hips are easily replaced these days.

    Loved your selections. I’ve become a big fan of Bach’s cello series, the wonderful Grieg we heard a lot growing up and Dvorak too. I’ve got quite a thing for Erik Satie recently. Well his music anyway.

    Funny how we tend to feel certain pressures and expectations about what we listen to at various ages. It’s great when you start to reach the point of not giving a damn, and just enjoying anything and everything. Right, I need to get me tweeds out of mothballs.

    Happy crocheting. πŸ™‚

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    1. And a brilliant comment, thanks Jason! We too favour moves such as the box set bossa nova or a quickstep to the cookie jar these days – but maybe I’ll get a second wind, like my mum. She and my step-dad hit the club scene in Ibiza for the first time when she was a little older than I am now and she still goes out partying way more than I do and she’s in her sixties. I quite like my bed if I’m honest!
      Enjoy your festivals but do be careful of those hips – it’s only acceptable to be carried out of a club if you’re being ejected for unruly behaviour!

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