Come out the corner, trade swinging bombsCitylightz
Twelve months ago today, I didn’t even know the song ‘Swinging Bombs‘ existed and I’d never even heard of Citylightz in fact, even up to mid march when lockdown happened, they’d not even come on my radar. That’s understandable though, life was busy and I was on the periphery of new music, mainly focused on the scene in the north west.
I mean it’s not a bad place to be, being involved in gigs on Merseyside and Cheshire. There’s such a hotbed of talent in and around these areas, no doubt inspired by the likes of the Beatles, Cast, Oasis, The Stone Roses, Happy Mondays, Joy Division and the Verve. I mean that’s a stellar line up of music that any area in the world would find it impossible to match, yet you can circle a small part of the UK and cover every single one of those bands and probably travel to each of their birthplaces within a couple of hours!
But enough about that, before I go on to the point of this blog, Citylightz have been around the block but in their current guise have only been around since 2018. Finally defining the rock and road sound, that has a touch of indie, a touch of rap and a touch of ska, the boys from the west midlands are certainly striking a chord with their fans, and are probably one of the most engaging bands you will ever see on social media.
So, what does Swinging Bombs mean to me. Well, with 2020 being the way it is, sometimes it feels like no matter how many things this year throws at you, you have to dust yourself off and get back up and come out all guns blazing once more.
My 2019 was shit, it started horrendously and didn’t really improve. I made a few little mistakes and they came back to haunt me tenfold. I won’t go into detail as it’s absolutely boring but needless to say, it changed how I was, how open I was, who I trusted and how I behaved to people. No more protecting peoples feelings, just the bluntness and honesty people deserve but sometimes don’t want.
Fast forward to 2020 and a new year began full of hope and anticipation. Days by the sea, someone that cared and stuck by me on a bumpy road, things were indeed looking up, but once again a gut punch. Just after St Patricks day, lockdown hit and brought the country to a standstill. Slowly but surely that connection faded and after a while, I was faced with the reality that my heart had already become accustomed to. I can’t say it was all lockdowns fault. I believe it was just bad timing, but even if it wasn’t, another lesson learned after a whirlwind couple of months. Remember, what’s meant for you, won’t pass you by.
Dust yourself off, pick yourself up, get back into it. No matter how many times 2020 has had me on the ropes, I’ve inevitably discovered who is in my corner. One by one, as people have drifted, others have stood up, pep talks, sustenance, new approaches, and a little bit of vaseline (steady) to mask over those wounds, NONE of which have cut deep. It’s amazing what a little confidence and belief can do for you. If you never get hit, you’ll never be tested. It’s okay to dodge a few jabs, but the true test is when you get that unexpected uppercut. Do your knees go and you fall to the floor, or do you stand tall and come back.
For me, as we approach the final 3 rounds of 2020, I can see the finish line, and the prize is right in front of my eyes, I can almost touch it. I’ve been gifted a golden opportunity, but the secret will be holding onto it until the final bell rings on 2020. So as of next week, this is where I come out fighting with my very own Swinging Bombs…