It's been a few years since I did a Spotify: Wrapped post on here so I thought I would pop this year's listening on here for posterity. It goes without saying that Spotify: Wrapped is actually a bit of a joke, and more of an advertisement for Spotify than anything else, so I don't take these things too seriously. But it does have its place, and I have found this year's Wrapped to have been a fascinating reminder of my year on Spotify.
The format obviously changes slightly each year, and this time round it had a few 'day diary listening' examples, one of which really stopped me in my tracks. It was from February, when I was an inpatient at the hospital desperately battling another bout of pneumonia that had developed because I had caught a succession of different respiratory viruses. And the memory of one of those days stood before me like it was yesterday.
The report reads:
"The night began with a late-evening spin through Release Radar - Lady Gaga, Fatboy Slim, and Moby all taking a turn - before the early hours drifted into ambient Brian Eno and Claude Debussy."
This is almost like a torch being shined into my life at hospital at night, for around midnight, my third round of daily antibiotics is set up by the nurses, which takes about one and a half to two hours to administer. I can see myself lying on the bed, attached to the life-saving drip, listening to my beloved music which is almost as vital as the intravenous drugs in keeping me going at this point. The ward comes to life at around 11pm, with the nurses coming into my room to do observations, and supper being brought in, so I am relatively awake when the IVs are hooked up. This will have been the time when I listened to the Release Radar, and it's a pity there isn't a bit more detail about this, actually, as I have discovered some spectacular new music this year that isn't featured on Wrapped. And, then, of course, as I near the end of the IVs being administered, tiredness will obviously be increasingly kicking in, and that's when Eno and Debussy will have taken over, probably humming gently away as I drift in and out of sleep during the night.
"By midday, Pulp, Suede, and Roxy Music took the baton, with Manic Street Preachers holding the stage from afternoon through evening."
My morning IVs are administered at 6am, so at some point I will have awakened enough to want something a little bit more up-tempo than Eno and Debussy. And I can see myself, listening to my favourite, obscure Pulp, Suede and Roxy tracks, absolute wonders of the universe such as 'His 'N' Hers', 'Your Sister's Clothes', and 'Seconds' from Pulp. Suede would have been my first actual listen of the morning, I would imagine, especially the majestic 'Dawn Chorus', as the beautiful pigeons outside my hospital window will have been the first souls that I will have had the opportunity to connect with that morning, and this hymn always brings me closer to my feathered friends, along with the magisterial 'The Fur and the Feathers', and the rousing 'That Boy on the Stage.'
At some point, I will have finished breakfast, and been attended to by the physios for my first intense session of airway clearance physiotherapy of the day, which usually takes between 45 minutes to an hour. And with this being Release Radar day it means it's a Friday morning, which also means ward round when I see the consultant. And in that strange space in between seeing the physio and the consultant, I can see myself disappearing into Roxy's dreamlike, decadent world of art and icy glamour, and I can recall only too well from experience that it will have been 'Flesh and Blood,' 'Eight Miles High', and 'No Strange Delight', that will have been savoured more than once.
And then, following my meeting with the consultant, is the place where my beloved Manics are called upon. There are times when it seems that it's only them that can do whatever it is that my psyche so desperately needs, so it makes perfect sense to me that this would be my listening for the main part of the afternoon and the early evening, in between the many distractions of different people coming in to see me (i.e., my second round of IV antibiotics, second round of physio, the psychologist, the dietician, the CF nurse specialist; the schedule of my days in hospital really do need to be seen to be believed, and to think some well meaning friends of ours always show their concern about me "being bored" when I'm in hospital. If only they really knew).
There are a couple of other interesting (and rather terrifying for me, personally) diary day recollections that make perfect sense to me looking back. I had many ups and downs during that winter admission and at times it was looking very serious indeed, and by consulting my actual diary, I have managed to piece together exactly what was happening on two other different days in February, and they tell their own story:
My most listened to album was Antidepressants by Suede, and it has been an incredible year for two Suede-girls like me and my wonderful wife. Not only did we get the new album, but it was post-punk inspired and Suede did a run of events in their wonderfully titled 'Suede: Post-punk Pick ups at the Southbank Centre' in September, some of which we were fortunate enough to attend. The highlight was a dream concert, which will live in my memory for as long as memory lasts, featuring a full orchestra, the exquisite Paraorchestra. We have rarely had a September like it, and after missing out on so much from 2020-2024 because of the pandemic, and seeing pictures and videos of our friends and acquaintances having the time of their lives, at various concerts, including Suede, to be able to finally see them again in concert ourselves was truly a gift from the gods. And they played 'Dawn Chorus' with the Paraorchestra as well. Oh, be calm my ever-trembling heart.
As you can see, there is a rather unusual (for me) album at number 4, as I really don't consider myself a big Elton John listener. But there is quite a story behind this. I have a wonderful pen friend who wrote to me frequently whilst I was struggling in hospital, with many suggestions for music that I might be interested in. And one of her suggestions was 'I Need You To Turn To' from this live album, which had been recorded in Melbourne with an orchestra in 1986. Now I had actually purchased this record circa 1988/89, from a second hand record shop in Chester, because at that time I was discovering the unique power of pop/rock music when combined with an orchestra. Queen and Freddie Mercury had been my main opening to this, and although Indie (The Stone Roses, Happy Mondays, etc) was now in an unstoppable ascendancy, it left me cold, and I wanted something far more dramatic, sweeping, and sophisticated. And, on a whim, and swayed merely by the description on the album sleeve, I took a gamble on Elton's Live in Australia double album. It blew my mind. But after a year or so I must have stopped listening to it, and the memory of it all but faded as new life experiences and new music and art entered my world. But when I received the lovely email from my friend with the suggestion of not only this song, but the actual live version that I had once owned, it sent my memory into overdrive. And then, for the first time in over thirty-five years I listened with joy and deep emotion to 'I Need You To Turn To', and then, obviously, the entire album, and I am delighted beyond measure that it is now back on my radar. I know many people really can't get on with Elton, and, believe me, the things of his that I listen to are very small in number, and Live in Melbourne is the only record of his that I have ever owned, but maybe give this a go, and if you can, listen without prejudice. It really is quite beautiful, as is the entire album.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FMQytiAsw7Y
It's absolutely no surprise to me, though, to discover that my most listened to pieces of music this year have been by the divine Claude Debussy. His gorgeous, breath-taking music forms a big portion of my Coffee & Poe playlist, which I love to have on not only when I can give it my undivided attention, but whilst I am reading or whenever life's stresses are getting too much and I desperately need something to calm my trembling heart and nerves. Chopin, Gabriel Faure and Erik Satie also feature heavily on this playlist, but it's Debussy that has taken the crown of my most listened to tracks of 2025.
And so, that's mainly it for 2025. Chart Music, once again, was my most listened to podcast, and a biography of Oscar Wilde is the audiobook I have listened to most, although I don't listen to audiobooks often as I prefer to actually read (darlings), and I am actually surprised it isn't Duncan Ferguson's autobiography, Big Dunc, that was my most listened to audiobook this year, as my good lady and I listened to his hilarious and astonishing life stories, delivered in his incredibly rich Scottish accent whilst we were doing home IVs over the summer.
"... Bang!"
But it's Suede that will be my main musical memory of this past year. The year when they released a fabulous new album, and my good lady and I were finally able to reconnect with them in concert after four highly distressing years away from these secular religious occasions that we adore so much.
"We're not obsessive at all!"
Until next time, darlings xx
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