I realise I’ve come late to this, but I’ve been busy. My question is: James Corden. Has he ever been any good?
What’s the general verdict on these two? A comedy act or Scotlands Everly Brothers? Or even better, Scotland’s Louvin Brothers? (Or worse, 21st Century Alexander Brothers?) Opinions please. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmELS03_4So&index=6&list=PLlgRtF50ro5UVn1pVeupO8XER_SzlfJBo
Commander Cody were a band that didn’t really register with me and I was only vaguely aware of BK’s rockabilly stuff. Check out the exhaustive electric guitar history on this track. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=prAm88PKCQ8
How good is Nick? Is there anyone who doesn’t like him? Well, actually yes. As you do with the people you think are brilliant, you become an advocate, introducing him to others. But is Nick’s stuff – always but always written from a male perspective – really only a guy thing? Despite my best efforts, I’ve always struggled to get women to see it. Like this song here. Near genius, witty and touching – to me anyway. But usually women tell me its ‘depressing’ No… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUHWh810L0M
Afterworders in Australia – and I believe beyond – will be aware of the Adam Goodes issue. Adam, an Aboriginal man has finally said ‘enough is enough’ regarding the taunts – not always racist – but too often undeniably so, he has endured whilst playing Aussie Rules football. This is a huge issue with no obvious solution but nevertheless I was taken by this New Zealand experience. A group of boys at a High School commemorate a teacher’s passing but performing a brilliant, emotional Haka. The teacher was Maori too, but in some ways, I think that’s less relevant than you’d think. Assimilation. Is there any other way? Absorbing and celebrating the culture of other races – in this and in the Australian sense, the indigenous culture. What are people so scared of?
Author:Jack McLean – and doesn’t he let you know it…
Now I’ll admit right away that this is a pretty obscure read for anyone with no knowledge (or interest) in the Scottish media. I’d be amazed – and genuinely interested if there are – people from any other part of the UK who’ve heard, even in the passing, of Jack McLean. Not that you’d convince Jack about that. He’s famous. Or was. He says so. ‘The Urban Voltaire’, he tells us, is a tag he was given by an Editor and ‘is not in any way, as it often suggested by wee lassies who don’t do their homework, self styled, my dears.’ Yes, he writes like that, lots of wordy, windy and often very funny pomposity, interspersed with a bit of the auld Glesga patter, an’ that. It’s all about Jack of course, which is fair enough since it’s his autobiography but doesn’t he lay it on thick. Plenty of name dropping throughout too, including tales of his wild, crazy, mad-shagger days as an young Jock in London. In a quite hilarious passage he describes his job description as a house cleaner to the stars and how one of his » Continue Reading.
I suppose it all depends upon what you consider love to be, but money CAN buy mostly everything else. What would you buy? And would you be happy? Happier? Or just as miserable but rich? I’d be like George Best. Spend half of it on drink, women and drugs and then fritter away the rest.
http://www.bbc.com/news/uk-33578174 How disgraceful of the 7 year old future Queen to have the temerity to effect a Nazi salute. She should be sufficiently punished as a matter of course. And what of the erstwhile Queen Mum? Exhume the old bitch and tar and feather her. Or something.
I can see why not everyone would like this but but. on the other hand, it seems to to tick a lot of boxes. Why is it you never seem to hear any from any Manfred heads? Mystery. Or not.
Year: 2014 Director: Bill Pohlad
Though it’s been out for at least 6 months, it seems the Brian Wilson bio-pic ‘Love and Mercy’ has only now reached Australia, or at any rate, just reached me. Bio-pics as a genre are always a bit hit and miss, the best ones I’ve always found tending to be about people no longer with us, the exception to that particular rule being the magnificent ‘Raging Bull’. Part of the difficulty is the sensitivity required to portray the subject in a positive light; not many Directors have Scorsese’s ability or perception to depict light and shade without overdosing on one or the other. Therein lies the problem with Bill Pohlad’s approach to Brian Wilson, who’s represented as a genius, no more no less throughout (albeit a tortured, fucked up, victimised but ultimately rehabilitated one). Played by 2 different actors with no similarity whatsoever – Paul Dano as the young BW – slightly goofy, chubby but obviously mega-talented and John Cusack as the older version, thin, overmedicated and needy but quite clearly a genius – this ubiquitous assessment is slapped on as thick as the pancake makeup Cusack is evidently wearing. ‘Who do you think you » Continue Reading.
I don’t know. In some way it’s anything but a good look and even here in Australia there’s a strong feeling that he’s a spoilt brat who’s got the ego without the achievement. On the other hand, I’m wondering if it’s more the case of a young sportsman who’s not quite the finished article and is struggling to handle the weight of expectation. Australia has a clear code of conduct for their heroes – win and you can more or less behave any way you like, Lleyton Hewitt, a clear case in point. Kyrgios so far is all about potential but there’s obviously something there. The something however, doesn’t seem to be a love of tennis.
Year: 2015 Director: Asif Kapadia
No matter how short a life is, you can’t tell the whole story in 165 minutes and that’s the main problem with Asif ‘Senna’ Kapadia’s documentary of the short, tragic life of Amy Winehouse. Not that it’s a bad movie, it’s anything but. Through the use of copious, highly revealing home videos provided by her first manager, Nick Shymansky, Amy’s obvious talent and undoubted charisma effortlessly emerge, leading through to her horrific, public decline as fame, addiction and isolation exact their costly price. As someone with not much more than a general awareness of her music, I was highly impressed by Amy’s oeuvre, a fantastic voice when on its game and a surprisingly (for me anyway) poetic feel for words; most of which were so starkly literal it’s hard to understand why no one saw fit to anticiapte the problems ahead. Though, of course, they did. Everyone, it seems, knew there were likely to be troubles afoot – friends, management, family, even it seems, fans. ‘Rehab’ is discussed in detail, both the song and the potential intervention. This is where the film starts naming names, Amy’s dad, Mitch, one time cabbie and VIz magazine character » Continue Reading.
The Louis Theroux show on Thai brides featured a seemingly desperately lonely, possibly undermedicated looker for love called Lake Palmer. If you’ve seen the programme you’ll no doubt be appalled, fascinated and mystified by Lake all at the same time. My favourite awful moment is when he offers a candle to his new found love (he’d only just met her and it didn’t end well) and declares it to be ‘the flame of our love’. Given that he has a tab on the go at the time I’m pretty sure he used ‘the flame’ to light it. The thing is, is Lake for real? I’ve seen some stuff online that suggests it’s all the work of a comedian and if so he’s a genius but something tells me Lake’s genuine. Anyone have an opinion? And what about his name. Lake Palmer? Could anyone really be called that?
It changes every day – every hour really – but if you had to plump for one song only, to sum you up, at your funeral or simply on an online post, what would it be ? Don’t think too long on it, imagine it’s an instant last minute thing. Right at this minute I’m going for Elvis Costello When I Was Cruel No 2 with the delicious Un Baccio Un Troppo sample. But it’ll probably change by the time you read this.
I haven’t read it – as a Kindle download it’s a frankly ludicrous $45 but I’m wondering if Johnny Rogans Ray Davies biography is as shit as the reviews say it is. Focussing on what a James Blunt Ray is and hardly at all on the music, apparently. I mean come on, did anyone expect him to be an old sweetheart? And does it matter?