Never given proper critical acclaim The Stranglers have one hell of a musical cannon. The mid eighties recordings often get dissed amongst fans but what a beautiful song this is…
The absolute joy of the internet
Despite feeling seasick at some of the images, my thanks to my old mate Bri for this clip. “One for the hippies” he said. Ah oui..
A brilliant piece of writing which explains both the Human Condition and why Monster Munch deserve our respect. Most of the time there are no crisps in our house for the simple reason I would eat them all in one sitting. And that includes Twiglets which as everyone knows are the Work of the Devil.
Apparently Taylor Swift’s younger sister has been found alive and well in Ireland. A friend in Cambridge keeps sending me clips of her concerts and apparently her first lp “Talk of this Town” is due out today. For anyone like me who adores Taylor’s early albums when she was still Country this is like falling in love all over again
Jings but I just can’t stop laughing. Gentle lovely British humour of the highest order. Anyone else watching?
Bigger than The Beatles, that’s what they thought. Are there any other readers out there who were almost famous?
Just wondering, how many of this Top Hundred can you honestly claim to have heard of before? I accept this is posted by an old guy living in France who has no idea what’s for lunch today or who these people are but all I can manage is 11. Beat my score and I’ll send you a packet of digestives and a signed copy of my autobiography ” So many women, so little time”.
What does it sound like?:
Twas 1987 when three siblings and a couple of other band members wandered into the Trinity Church, Toronto and clustered round one microphone. Over thirty six hours they shuffled to and fro said microphone before eventually laying down one of the most hypnotic and compelling records ever made. Completing a mixture of their own songs, country standards and a stark, frightening version of The Velvet’s Sweet Jane, The Cowboy Junkies emerged blinking into the sunlight. Soon “The Trinity Sessions” became one of those albums all your discerning friends talked about in hushed and reverent tones. Songs all slowed down to virtual stillness, enough space for the listener to drift off into cosmic contemplation yet tight enough to force rapt attention to lyrics whether new or old. Over the years many a record followed most following the same haunted but soon over-familiar path: Margo’s soft voice backed by tasteful musicians playing tastefully, each album an apparent replica of its predecessor. How many people made it all the way through “Lay It Down” or “Waltz Across America”? Then somebody in the Junkies team had a bright idea – “Right you lot, back to Trinity, persuade Natalie » Continue Reading.
This is everything I thought Friday Night On The Island would be. They may well be the worst group in the entire history of rock and whilst there is more than a hint of stoned losers about it all I for one am completely charmed (especially the energetic drummer!).
Ok, has any artist ever at this late late late stage of the career ever ever ever released the bestest best best album of the career? Nah is the obvious answer
Other opinions are available, other opinions are obviously Wrong
… if he knew John Foxx was the B52’s drummer?
My friend has “some killer weed”.
Simply the most engaging, insightful, joyful, endearing and pleasurable piece of telly I have seen in a long, long time.
(For those of outwith the UK and without VPN the programme is entitled ‘Nothing Like A Dame’)
Stay positive has always been my motto. Love & Peace from The Languedoc. Summer is late arriving down here (hotter in the UK apparently) but love to hear your Songs of “Yes, it’s the summertime!”….
There’s always one piece of music that stands ahead of the pack which encapsulates the mood of the entire decade whether you like it or not. I nominate this for the UK for the entire decade of the 1980’s. That’s the eighties sorted, how about the other decades?
A friend, who according to Moose is made out of plasticine , asks “how to get the guitar sound from the following tune for me? Guitar? Amp? Or amp modelling? “.
As some of you may know Mr Cameron and I are ” in communication”. He keeps asking me to help him rejoin his friends. I have been “in communication” with The Mods – they say ” Post a thread saying “Bring Back Bri” and we will take it down”. No explanation as to what crimes Bri has committed (and there are many) and no explanation as to what straw broke that camel’s back just a “Post It And We Shall Take It Down”. So let’s see what happens now – Bring Back The Vancouver One, I said..
Just yesterday streaming services were ripping off artists – reading this article it now seems Spotify et al have Saved Our Music and not just Ed and Taylor but your favourite band nobody has ever heard of (playing tonight at The Dog & Duck Walsall) is raking it in as well ????
Until last night a friend in a land far, far away had never heard of Jonathan Pie.He said “Do all them weirdos on that weirdo blog of yours know this guy?” I assured him you have
There’s a distinct chance it might actually stop raining here sometime soon – wettest week in 60 years, vineyards under water, our river (The Mighty Thongue) which usually a small boy can jump across is a raging torrent currently threatening to enter the village bar and for the first time in 13 years I have wet shoes… This is the kind of thing I need to cheer me up – any clips or songs from you bunch to keep the smiles coming most welcome
For at least the last ten years or so Sunday breakfast at The Chateau has been soundracked by Ella & Louis – it fits just perfectly with boiled egg & soldiers and plans of what to do with the rest of the day (today has been cancelled because of the rain – more rain in the past month than we did all of last year, who knew we have moved to Manchester?)
Any of you lot have similar traditions re playing the same music at the same time?
It’s Saturday night and I just got laid…
An old mate with whom I have lost contact with for a many a year mailed me today: “Hi, I know you live not that far from the Costa Brava, let’s meet up there. I’ve booked tickets for this”. He’s a great chap who has obviously still not realised that when we shared a flat the mysterious disappearance of all his Santana albums was not down to that druggie chap next door. Help, the concert starts at 10pm !!!