Quick heads up for the comics fans here – Future Shock! The Story of 2000ad documentary is on Film 4 at 23:25 tomorrow.
Quick heads up for the comics fans here – Future Shock! The Story of 2000ad documentary is on Film 4 at 23:25 tomorrow.
Earlier this week my electronics had a collective breakdown whereby the remote controls of both the TV and the HDR stopped working, or almost stopped working. If a button on the remote control was pressed the light on the relevant piece of kit would flash for about 30 seconds and the instruction sent would either not be sent, or would be sent repeatedly (so a single press of a volume button would send the volume to maximum or minimum). At one point the using the power saving button on the HDR caused the channels to change (which is more than I could do with the channel button); the blu ray player was unaffected.
I can’t put it down to one item having some kind of shake-down because the faults on the TV and HDR wre simultaneous. Both worked fine the day after, and have been fine since, but I’m curious about what caused this. Some other signal in the flats where I live blocking mine? Something atmospheric which affected infra-red signals? Any ideas from members of the Massive who are more electronically clued up than me?
Curious of Chelmsford
For a very British take on the Tiny Desk Concerts rightly celebrated by @pajp below you could do worse than to try the Black Cab Sessions – all your favourite musos have one take to play a song recorded in the back of a black cab. This one with RT, Judith Owen and Debra Donkin playing a mournful medieval carol while crammed into the back of a cab with a guitar, a large drum and a cameraman, is favourite of mine, but there are dozens of them in the link.
Shocking commercial betrayal of the grass roots principles of the fest, or the usual ‘biggest act we can get’ story? Couldn’t give a tupenny one myself, but that’s just me, and I’m kinda drunk right now (reaches for one of the two glasses he can see, misses, and wonders if it might be time for bed).
So just like the present incumbent then.
I’m surprised to see that no one has taken the opportunity to sharpen the Afterword’s claws on the news that Moz in considering running for Mayor of London. What’s his platform, other than the above stated ‘meet the new boss / same as the old boss’ campaign slogan? Gladioli in all public gardens? Compulsory vegetarianism is council workplace eateries? (Actually, I’d vote for both of those if I lived in the smoke and had a vote.)
(Photo from Londonist.com)
You’ve probably all read the story before. It’s said to be the saddest ever written and all contained in 6 words:
For sale: baby’s shoes, never worn.
There is a link circulating on Facebook at the moment attributing it to Hemingway. That’s probably rubbish, but it made me think about Afterword appropriate 6 word stories. I’ve written one below to get the ball rolling, but I’m sure you can do much, much better.
No dice, Paul. Guitars are out.
Colchester Arts Centre
There’s no danger of spoilers in a review of Ross Noble – so much of his material comes from riffs with the audience and inspired improvisation that his tour DVDs often feature multiple shows from the same run, each with almost entirely different material. We’d seen the Geordie genius a couple of times at bigger venues, and have booked to see him again in October, but this was a chance to catch him from close range at a warm up gig to get him match fit for his upcoming Australian dates.
Parts of his show were clearly prepared in advance and form the structure of his set (why ISIS hate circuses, his recent vasectomy), but the best parts, the ones which made me laugh so hard I thought I might have breathing difficulties, came from his interaction of the audience in the seats around us. We weren’t daft enough to sit in the front row, but were almost next to the woman who explained the empty seat right at the front by saying the young lads next it had been keeping it free for her son: ‘Why isn’t he here?’ ‘Because I » Continue Reading.
MPs have just voted in favour of England adopting a national anthem for sporting events and the like. Fair enough; they have had to use the UK anthem in the absence of one of their own for too long. That miserable dirge wouldn’t stir the heart of anyone, and given that many English people are neither deists nor republicans the lack of a toe-tapping melody isn’t its only problem.
You can see where I’m going with this, can’t you?
There is a vacancy and we’re surely the people to name the song fill it. My suggestion is that we should use the sad passing of the Dame as an excuse to adopt one of his – imagine Wembley singing ‘Oh You Pretty Things’ at the tops of their voices before a game. Even though I’m Scottish, though long resident in English, I’m tearing up all over again at the thought of it.
Today’s short maintenance break reminds me again how grateful I am to the admins and other behind the scenes types who keep this site up and running. Thanks again to all of you, and everyone else who contributes here in whatever form. My wallet might be thicker without your recommendations, but my leisure time and webbrowsing vastly less rewarding.
I’ll try make that a bit clearer. I bought the DVD of Help! in a charity shop yesterday and watched it that afternoon with The Light. She was astonished. She had no idea that there was such a thing as a 60s caper movie featuring The Beatles. She’s not a huge pop fan, but fully aware of the Fabs and their place in pop history but had honestly never heard of the film.
Have you ever been amazed to discover some piece of music history which everyone else thought was common knowledge, or enlightened someone else? Perhaps youve only just found out that there was a music festival in 1969 which was known as Woodstock, or had to explain to a mate that Morrissey and the singer of The Smiths are the same person?
Union Chapel, Islington
Some combinations are just meant to be, and one of those if the sound of The Unthanks and the soaring vault and gothic revival architecture of Union Chapel. If there is a lovelier sound in music, or a more beautiful music venue in London, then I don’t know them. Warmed by electric lamps fixed to the lower edge of the balcony, just below the tea lights twinkling against their marble inlays, a capacity crowd listened in hushed awe. It really was one of the most beautiful sounding and looking events I have ever attended.
When I booked the tickets I thought this might be a festive show of some kind but instead it turned out to be a celebration of ten years of The Unthanks. Rachel and Becky started the show unaccompanied, singing John Dead a Capella just as they did in their earliest days of performing. Over the next few songs more band members were added until the full current ten piece line up were on stage, starting with musical arranger and keyboardist (and Mr Rachel Unthank) Adrian McNally and finishing with strings, drums and trumpet. Each addition create a new layer » Continue Reading.
Even if you not a podcast fan you can’t help have heard about Serial, last year’s gripping podcast which examined doubts over the guilt of Adnan Syed in the murder of Hae Min Lee. It wasn’t without controversy, notably turning the terrible crime into a form of entertainment and unleashing an army of untrained amateur detectives to interfere where they might not be welcome, but it was a fascinating series.
The new series starts today. The following description is cut and pasted from The Guardian: The podcast phenomenon Serial has returned as a high-profile platform for Bowe Bergdahl, the US army sergeant who spent five years in Taliban captivity after vanishing from his post in Afghanistan, to speak publicly about his alleged desertion for the first time.
Over in Facebook land it has emerged that at least 4 regulars here will be at the Unthanks gig at Union Chapel this Thursday. Any more to convene a mini-mingle, maybe in the bar at the Church?
No arrangements to meet have been made so far (at least not with The Light and I, but maybe everyone is avoiding us) but I will be in Islington all afternoon and am planning pizza at La Porchetta on Upper Street before the show. I’m likely to be wearing a bright red waistcoat which makes me visible from space, so say hello if you see me (I don’t get much chance to wear it, and something folky at festive at Union Chapel seems the ideal opportunity).
Let joy be unconfined. Toast of London is back tonight.
A quick search suggests we haven’t had one of these since June, so lets see what sort of mood your iPod or equivalent device is in. I happily confess that this thread occurred to be because my iPod was throwing up some very deep cuts on shuffle yesterday (the switch from The Dufay Collective to Captain Beefheart was oddly effective). It’s not quite so eclectic today.
As ever the rules are:
Set you music playing device to play random tracks Post the first 5 it comes up with on here No cheating by trying to impress us with your outrageously hip taste; we’ll be able to tell if you’re not being honest.
1. What Difference Does it Make? – The Smiths. 2. Bouree – Jethro Tull. 3. Wolf – Kathryn Williams 4. Overdose – AC/DC 5. Of Angels and Angles – The Decemberists
I know there are other admirers of The Secret History of Hollywood podcast on here (in fact, I think this is where I first heard about it). Those people will practically levitate with glee when I say that part three of the Alfred Hitchock biography is on iTunes now, though it isn’t mentioned on the SHH webpage yet. If you haven’t heard of it, and have any interest in Hitchcock, the link for the first two episodes is below.
And be patient – this final episode is over 9 hours long (!) and takes a while to download.
Thea Gilmore has released a song with all proceeds bar Bandcamp’s share going to the Migrant Offshore Aid Station. Minimum donation £1, find it in the link below. As you were.
David Hepworth’s latest blog brings good news for those looking for the old Word podcasts in their longer form.
Every day is the international day of something or other, and today it’s beer’s turn. I’m in the chair, so what are you having?
I live in Essex but learnt my drinking in the north of Wales and Lancashire, so I still favour maltier beers, drawn through a tight sparkler to give a proper creamy head. If I’m out tonight the best on offer at my local is Betty Stoggs, which is fine and a huge improvement on Doom Bar or Greene King IPA. I was in York last Friday so it was a pleasure to spend the evening wandering the city for dinner and a few beers. Over the evening I enjoyed Roosters Londinum, York Guzzler and Timmy Taylor’s Landlord (that pub had a few interesting looking beers, but I wasn’t going to pass up on a rare chance to have a pint of an all time favourite).
How will you be marking International Beer Day?
I’ll be in York this evening for a wedding at the weekend and I haven’t visited for 20 years or so. Can anyone recommend a pub in the centre of town with good beer (by which I mean decent real ale, not massively hopped ‘craft beer’ nonsense) which would suit a couple in their 40s looking for a quietish drink on a Friday night?.
It’s clear from the recent camera thread, and various Afterworders I know on Facebook, that many of us enjoy a bit of photography, so let’s see some of your favourite shots. I’m really a point-and-clicker, but I can’t ask you to show me yours without showing you mine so here’s one I took at the end of June when I was in the right place at the right time.
It’s Hans Haacke’s statue Gift Horse which currently occupies the fourth plinth in Trafalgar Square. I couldn’t help but be struck by the way the cloud formation echoes the form of the horse. The Light’s daughter said it looked like the horse’s spirit was leaving its body, but I prefer to think that it looks more like it is cantering down to be reunited with it.
I know there are fans on here who may have given hope of BBC4 picking up seasons 4 onwards. The good news is that Dave is showing them from next Monday, seasons 4 and 5 this year and seasons 6 and 7 in 2016.
Hatfield House, Hertfordshire
We rolled up for our FbtO debut when the first act was already on stage. Not a great loss, we are veterans of enough Cropredies to know that afternoon folk festival acts pass the time pleasantly rather than being indispensable listening. Moore Moss Rutter seemed to fit this bill perfectly, and if the first act is accomplished trad folkie musicianship it’s a fair bet that the next one will be lovely female harmonies, and sure enough here come Lady Maiserie right on cue.
By now it was time to for the first band of the day to make a real impression on us, and we all three agreed that Keston Cobblers’ Club (not at all sure about that name) reminded us of Noah and the Whale. At this point we were still in our chairs, well up the field, but even from there it was clear that the following act, Nancy Kerr, is near the top of the current crop of singer song-writers but the next act up were the ones I had really come to see.
Things didn’t start promisingly for The Unthanks. From close to the stage we got to see » Continue Reading.
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An old and well worn topic to be sure, but songs are being written all the time with previous unused words in them. I bought Richard Thompson’s new album Still yesterday and was listening to it on the walk to work this morning when my ear was caught by the following couplet (from No Peace No End):
Geneva Convention gets used as a pessary, Olive branch is a fashion accessory
Surely ‘pessary’ has never been used in popular song before? It’s hard to think of an occasion when its use might have been necessary, but the man who once used ‘misericord’ in a song is still trawling the dictionary to widen the vocabulary of song. Any more recent entries?