“Ooga-chaka ooga ooga, ooga-chaka ooga ooga”

This song’s been stuck in my head since I watched Guardians of the Galaxy AND one of my favourite Tarantino’s, Reservoir Dogs, both in the same week. Now I’m hooked on Hooked on a Feeling.

Although I’d much prefer the song without the chant, which was how it was originally recorded by B.J. Thomas in the 60s, I can’t help admitting it is such an earworm, and I often march around the house “ooga-chaka”-ing to my family and most of the time, to myself. (Yes, my second name is Weirdo.)



I’m starting a new series called the Bun-Butter-Jam It Up, where I’ll post my favourite song of the week.
Who better than to give the honour of my first post to…. Kwabs!

Kwabs, short for Kwabena Adjepong, is a young and upcoming British singer with the voice of an angel. Listening to him makes me feel like I live in a world with dragonfly bunnies. What a world that would be. Sigh!

Dragonfly bunniieeees!

Have a listen to his latest single and my first Bun-Butter-Jam It Up track, Walk. A bit ‘poppier’ than his usual RnB/soul style (oh yes, this brother’s got soul!), but as beautiful. Enjoy!

If you likey, check out his incredible acoustic sessions. Yumm!

Answer in Song

Thanks Steve, for this great and fun idea.

(1) Go to the music player of your choice and put it on shuffle.
(2) Say the following questions aloud and press play.the song title as your answers.
(3) Use the song title as your answers

1. How does the world see me?


Yes, I probably should pull this blanket off me first.

2. Will I have a happy life?


True. But doesn’t answer the question.

3. What do my friends really think of me?

LOVE IS A VERB – John Mayer

No idea, but I do know what they think love is.

4. Do people secretly like me?


Haha, errr, okay then.

5. How can I make myself happy?


By finding the things I lost in the fire, how else?? 

6. What should I do with my life?

GIVING UP – Ingrid Michaelson


7. How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?


Mmmhmm, no comment.

8. Will I ever have children?


Haha, couldnt have answered that better.

9. Will I die happy?


Um. Okay.

10. What is some good advice for me?


I shouldve listened, right? On second thoughts, Im glad I didnt.

11. What is happiness?


Wait, what is this quiz trying to tell me? 

12. What is my favorite fetish?

DIRTY HARRY – Gorillaz

That’s right. Harry, tell them. O_o

13. How will I be remembered?

POET – Bastille

Umm, nope, I dont think so.

14. Why should life be full of so much pain?

DIE ALONE – Ingrid Michaelson



The Music of the Night

I still remember that night like it was yesterday.

It was the first day of summer break and my cousin, Bryan, was visiting. It was also the first time we met Matt.

Matt was Bryan’s good friend. They met at a comic book store and became inseparable after they discovered they lived just a block away from each other.

So, when Bryan’s parents decided to send him to our place in the summer, Matt tagged along. For the first and last time.

As always, I wasn’t anticipating their arrival the slightest bit. My brother, Harry, was a different person around Bryan. I wasn’t allowed to join them in anything they did – “boy stuff”, they called it. As if!

I watched grumpily as Bryan and Matt got out of the car and ran to hi-five Harry. After lunch, Matt came up to me and said, “Hey, you look like you need some cheering up. We’re planning a prank on..”

“Nothing, nothing, nothing,” interrupted Harry.

We looked at him.

“It’s nothing,” Harry continued, looking at me.

Yea, right!

“Too late. Matt already told me you’re planning a prank. That’s all I need to know,” I said threateningly before screaming, “Maaaaa!”

“Shush! Okay fine, we’ll let you in on the prank if you promise not to tell anyone about it.”

“I promise. Pinky promise.”

“Shut up. Now listen closely. We’re going to play a prank on Christine tonight.”

Christine was our 80-year-old next-door neighbour who lived alone. Harry disliked her because she complained every single time he played the drums at home. Because of that, his band was forced to stop practicing at our house, which was quite an inconvenience for them.

“What?? No! Poor thing.”

“Uh-oh, here we go, party pooper,” said Bryan.

It then struck me that this was my chance to prove myself and said with a fake laugh, “I was going to add, she deserves this.”

Now, I wasn’t one to get involved in pranks. Even though I pretended to be tough most of the time, I never did mean things to others.

But just this one time, I consoled myself. Then they’d see how much fun I really am.

So, there we hid behind some bushes on Christine’s lawn. The night was unusually chilly. In fact, I don’t remember it being this cool all month. Strange.

We had a clear angle of Christine from where we stood. She was sitting in her rocking chair and knitting. I don’t know about the boys, but seeing the chair go back and forth like that gave me goose bumps. And Christine hadn’t exactly aged gracefully. She was what I pictured the witch in ‘Hansel and Gretel’ to look like.

“Why are we watching her?” I asked, attempting to sound brave.

“We’re waiting for the right time,” answered Matt.

“Shut up, you guys,” was Bryan’s prompt response.

After what seemed like ages, Christine got off her chair and walked towards a big black box – I couldn’t make out what it was from that far. She fiddled with it for some time and suddenly, we heard loud music coming from her living room:

“.. away from the garish light of day..”

Harry grabbed my arm and the four of us ran and sat against the wall right outside her window.

“Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light ..”

While they peeped inside, I made sure no one was around. This time, her back was facing us. I still had no idea what the boys had planned.

“.. And listen to the music of the night.”

At that moment, we heard a ruffle.

“What was that?” whispered Bryan.

“I.. I.. I don’t know. It wasn’t me,” I stammered.

“Something moved in the shadows.”

Matt turned around to look and knocked me over while doing so. “Ouch!” I yelled.

The three of them whispered together, “Shhh…”

Harry helped me sit up, while Matt and Bryan looked around for the source of the sound.

We only realised we had forgotten about Christine when we heard the window above us open followed by a loud scream. The scream ended abruptly with a loud thud.

We made a run for our house, not stopping to look back.

Mother woke us up the next morning to tell us that Christine had died of a heart attack.

Was it us, or something else she saw that scared her? We’ll never know. But now, when someone says, “you almost scared me to death”, I turn blue.

This is my submission for this week’s Speakeasy #130.

The Way I Am

1. The Dreamer – The Tallest Man on Earth

I’m just a dreamer but I’m hanging on
Though I am nothing big to offer

2. Time to Pretend – MGMT

I’m feeling rough, I’m feeling raw, I’m in the prime of my life.

3. Perfectly Lonely – John Mayer

Nothing to do, nowhere to be
A simple little kind of free
Nothing to do, no one to be

4. Uncharted – Sara Bareilles

Now, I’ve too much to hold, everybody has to get their hands on gold,
And I want uncharted.

5. Upside Down – Jack Johnson

I want to turn the whole thing upside down
I’ll find the things they say just can’t be found
I’ll share this love I find with everyone
We’ll sing and dance to Mother Nature’s songs
I don’t want this feeling to go away

6. Warrior – Kimbra, Mark Foster and A-Trak

Nothing magical
No hologram behind the door
Just a chain reaction
But I know I’m made for more!

7. Wake Me Up – Avicii feat. Aloe Blacc

Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart
I can’t tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start

8. Fading Flower – Yuna

You can’t tear me down
Beat me to the ground
Try to block my sunshine
My blue skies with your clouds

9. Empty – Lianne La Havas

I’m alone,
But oh how I’ve grown

Bonus Tracks – Of course, I wouldn’t forget to include some of my most favourite songs:

10. Pumped Up Kicks – Foster the People
11. Save Tonight – Eagle Eye Cherry
12. Pompeii – Bastille
13. Dancing in the Moonlight – King Harvest
14. The Way I Am – Ingrid Michaelson