Wordsmithing: TUUNNE - Noisettes

Tuesday, 24 August 2010

TUUNNE - Noisettes - Atticus

When I need to write mellow and soulful, no one captures the mood like voice of Shingai Shoniwa, the lead singer of Noisettes.

Really, she has to be one of the best singers around at the moment. During concerts this year she has sung clinging to a ladder suspended from the ceiling, jumping from pianos and climbing onto a bar. (She credits energy levels and the circus training she did when she was young.)

The Noisette’s pop songs blend soul, and disco, but when you listen closer you can hear all the way back to the blues.

The album “Wild Young Hearts” is described as being about having “fun and not following the pack.” And there were have a lot in common: Caleb in NEAR EDGWARE knows what the pack think he should do, and why. He chooses to walk a much more dangerous path.

Who is Atticus, now?

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Summer Ross24 August 2010 at 22:27
very interesting sound, I like it...thanks for posting
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Unknown24 August 2010 at 22:59
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Unknown24 August 2010 at 23:02
Hi Summer
She has a beautiful voice, and she is a great performer too.
(I don't mind leaving some typos, but I could not leave "and" spelled incorrectly :s)
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I was running late. But, it was nothing I couldn’t make up with a bit of effort. I shook my head. Confident and happy? I smiled. Increasing my stride, I pushed until the muscles in my legs burned. I kept up the pace even when the hill grew steeper.

Magpie Lane was hardly wider than a ribbon that edged the woods but that didn’t stop traffic using it to get to the motorway quicker. Large trucks and fast cars loved Magpie Lane. They sent vibrations running through me rising from the soles of my trainers. I felt the disturbance in the ground, even before the air pressure tried to knock me off balance. I hunched my shoulders as the cab hauling a container spat stones up at me.

Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

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Tuesday, 24 August 2010

TUUNNE - Noisettes - Atticus

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