(thanks Tim, you’re a star) I move that we abolish “Most Commented”. It doesn’t mean anything. Sorry, no, it does: it means a list thread with lots of comments by the same small handful of commenters, but a small number of views. “Most Viewed” is where it’s at.
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I’m very seriously thinking of taking a step back from my career and trying to focus more on what I love – family, music, reading and writing. Essentially becoming a househusband with a day job that provides pocket money, rather than a career man.
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My friend Jim Maving is the guitarist in Case Hardin. Now, Americana very much isn’t my thing most of the time, but there’s a fun swagger and boogie to Case Hardin, and in any case, even if I didn’t like them, I’d big them up for Jim, because he’s an absolute diamond. But I do – I really like them, and not only is Jim literally the best guitar player I’ve ever known in real life, Pete Gow has a really good way with a lyric.
They’ve got a new record coming out. This is the new single from it. I like it a lot.
Blow your mates’ trumpet here! Be it music, art, writing – let’s do our friends a solid and help break the back of that Sisyphean struggle to get noticed in this oversaturated world.
I’ve always wondered about something in the lyrics to the wonderful “Teardrops” by Womack and Womack. How could Linda hear footsteps on the dancefloor? Was she there outside of the normal club opening hours? In which case, was she reminded of another specific occasion on which Cecil came with her to a closed nightclub? Or did he habitually wear tap shoes on a night out, and did they only frequent clubs where the music is unusually quiet?
I must know.
What unanswered questions have always bothered you from the hits of your favourite popular beat combos?
It’s been 20 months since we scrambled into our own slightly makeshift studio setup to record our first album, “Polar Ships”, which was entirely self-produced. Lots of you said you liked it, and we really appreciate that. We spent most of 2014 playing live in support of that record, then moving house and jobs, making a video and covering The Ronettes.
In short, it’s taken a while to get here, but we’re really pretty damn proud to present to you our latest, er, thing.
Call it an EP, or a mini album, or two and a half singles stitched together, or whatever you like. It’s by The Disappointment Choir, it’s called “To The Lake”, recorded at Platform Studios in Berkshire and produced by the amazing Damon Sawyer. It’s got five songs on it and we hope you like them.
Here is the lead track, “Need Someone”, and brief clips of the other four. It can be got from our Bandcamp now, and with a bit of luck should be up on iTunes, Apple Music, Spotify, Amazon and the rest by Monday (although mileage varies).
Thanks again! 🙂
I’m just going to leave this here. Despite being hosted on The Disappointment Choir’s Soundcloud, it’s not really a TDC song, but rather something that happened quite quickly at home and ended up being a bit more finished than I’d really intended.
I don’t suppose it’ll be everyone’s thing, but if you happen to like it, please feel free to download, share, whatever.
Oh, and there will be a new Disappointment Choir EP within the next couple of weeks, for anyone interested. It’s recorded, and now just needs mixing and mastering. It doesn’t sound anything like this!
Somebody on Facebook linked to this today – I hadn’t seen it before. The guy is Gary Wilson, who runs a website called yourbrainonporn.com, and this is a short TED talk about what seems to happen, neurochemically, to habitual users of internet pornography. (Which, incidentally, appears to be radically qualitatively different to what happened when you found your dad’s copy of Razzle and blinded yourself to it for a year almost without cease.)
It’s really quite arresting stuff. The thought of a generation of young men who have never known anything but click after click after click of novelty-novelty-novelty-NOVELTY! NOW! NOW! NOW! is sobering and sad.
Anyway, it got me thinking. We’ve had two generations – Boomers and Xers – running the show, and – at least in the West – telling us that if we’re indulging ourselves it’s all good, that’s what’s supposed to happen. Enjoy yourself! Have a good time, all the time! Two generations of fightback against centuries of admittedly pernicious and largely religion-inspired repression, and now we’ve got a whole generation of guys who think that all sex ends with a faceful of come, and that standing on your partner’s throat and calling her names is » Continue Reading.
So, before I joined the original Word blog, I was active on another site – my gateway drug to the heroin of internet comment. That site was OSG – www.offsetguitars.com – a forum for enthusiasts of offset-waist electric guitars (basically Fender Jazzmasters, Jaguars and related/offshoots). A group of us spun OSG off from the old Fender forums in, what? 2005? and it’s still around. I left some time ago, having discussed these beautiful guitars about as much as I wanted to, but I still have good old friends from those days.
In my last few weeks there, I went round my mate Ben’s house. Ben is an incredible luthier, and helped me a lot on my first guitar project. One of the instruments I dumped on him about 6-7 years ago was a 1969/70 Silvertone, a Sears copy of a Mosrite model. Silvertones were made by Teisco, and are generally wicked little guitars. Mine was fucked – I’d bought it for pennies because its truss rod was snapped and its original tremolo had disappeared long since. I toyed with the idea of sticking a Bigsby on it, took it to meet Ben and promptly forgot about it.
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I was a bit like this with Get Lucky, too. I have finally heard Uptown Funk, after literally months of hearing from people how great it is. And it is. It’s great.
Been late to any great stuff recently?
One for the guitarists in the house. Does anyone have an electric 12-string that they’d recommend? I’m weighing up between an Eastwood Classic 12 and a Burns Double Six – I want to spend about £500 and get best possible bang for buck.
Clearly a Ric isn’t a goer – £2k – and I can’t play them anyway because the necks are tiny and my hands are of the “big fackin digger” variety.
Anyone got any experience of the two guitars mentioned above, and if not, anyone got any good electric 12 recommendations?
Sometimes, it’s just a good day. Today was one: the job I’ve found really hard to acclimatise to has settled into a bit of a groove of “I think I might actually know what I’m doing” over the last week, and today was the best work day I’ve had since September.
Added to that, I’ve got band practice tonight, the license key for my new bit of music software arrived in the post and the taxman sent me a cheque for three hundred quid because I overpaid last year.
Sometimes, it’s just a good day. Let’s hear about your good things.
(The song is actually about good things passing away, but it’s one of my favourites, so you get it anyway.)
Usher Hall, Edinburgh
Look, I’ll be honest – I’m one of those Manics fans: their Richey work is infinitely superior to the stuff they did after he disappeared. I lost touch with them after “This Is My Truth…” However, for my money, The Holy Bible is one of the greatest rock albums ever recorded, by anyone, anywhere, in any decade, and this 20th Anniversary Tour was always going to be a must-see. I’ve seen the Manics a few times, and only ever heard Archives Of Pain and PCP from THB played live before, so this was an immense thrill: that perfect, harrowing record from start to finish. As I type this, I’m still hoarse from howling along to it with 2000 or so others. James Dean Bradfield still seems surprised that we want to hear these songs – glowing, he thanked the Usher Hall for “enduring” them, but it wasn’t a question of that: every syllable of those impossible lyrics was barked to the rafters in unison with him.
No support necessary: they played The Holy Bible, took a break and came back for a high-energy set of greatest hits and rarities. Quite a bit there » Continue Reading.
You’re only allowed one. And – since I’m nicking the thing, whole-cloth, from @Fin59, I’m having his rules too: a trait, a quality. Not something you can’t do – something you’re not.
I wanted to say unreliability, but I actually have learned to be more reliable as I’ve got older. So I think it’s more this: I always want the next thing. Never happy (enough) with what I’ve got.
As we forge ahead, comrades, in a renewed spirit of co-operation, manners and the great British stiff upper thigh, I think I speak for precisely four people (three of whom are Chuka Umunna) when I say that everyone needs an outlet.
So here’s your opportunity to vent. Post the vindictive comment you wanted to post but didn’t because you were too nice. Get it off your chest! Glory in your fruitless meanness as you cower in the bushes of decontextualised, anonymous snark!
“No he hasn’t.”
I’m conscious I don’t want to overwrite this. I work with this really nice chap. He and his wife – they’re both 32 – had their first child six months ago, and this weekend she died very suddenly and unexpectedly. Nobody knows what happened.
Whoever you love, cherish them. Do your best to enjoy your life and use it well, whatever that means to you. We know neither the day nor the hour.
As you were.