I think her offer of 40% royalties to the Heads was fair. “Get Free” has an identical chord structure to “Creep” in the verse, plus a similar melody line. Lana then adds a chorus which gives the song a pretty different feel. Thom & Co want 100%, which I think is bullshit. You guys?
Another cock-up. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.
A couple of weeks after saying the Queen was married while Spain was embroiled in civil war and Neville Chamberlain was beginning his appeasement of Hitler, BBC News last night enhanced their report about the death of the veteran Indian actor Shashi Kapoor with film clips of two different Bollywood stars, neither of which were Kapoor.
Come on, people.
Well, somebody’s for the chop, I’d imagine.
Emily Maitlis just wrapped up this evening’s edition of Newsnight by reminding us that on November 20, 1937, Princess Elizabeth and Prince Philip were married at Westminster Abbey.
Ah, I thought, said read that out wrong, she meant to say 1947.
But no – she ploughed on, informing us that at the time, Britain’s relationship with Europe was about to change dramatically and Spain was in the midst of terrible domestic upheaval. [Oblique references to the imminent Second World War and the ongoing Spanish Civil War]. She also remarked how on that day in 1937 [yes, she said it again], the skies were grey, just like they were today.
“Well,” said Maitlis, manfully continuing with the script [I wonder whether by now she was beginning to get a little shiver and thinking “What? Can this be right?”], “seventy years on, very little changes. Goodnight.” [Smile]
I’m a big fan of the BBC, but how can such a terrible fuck-up be made on such an occasion? I’m presuming heads will roll. I hope the Queen wasn’t watching. [“Philip! Was I really only eleven when we got hitched?”].
Just seen a Currys PCWorld advert in which the presenter talks about “haitch-dee” [three mentions, so it’s no slip of the tongue]. I can’t believe nobody picked that up before they committed it to VT or whatever the F they use these days.
It’s “aitch”, you ignorant pricks.
Honestly, I can’t live on this planet any longer.
I’ve had The Turtles’ “Happy Together” bouncing around my head for a couple of days, then suddenly The Jam song with the same title popped in too. It got me thinking, “Blimey, they’re both pretty good.” Then I began to wonder which song title has cumulatively produced the strongest collection of compositions.
Here’s a few I could think of.
ABSOLUTE BEGINNERS [The Jam, David Bowie]; ALL I WANT IS YOU [Roxy Music, U2]; BEST OF MY LOVE [The Eagles, The Emotions]; CHANGES [David Bowie, Black Sabbath]; COME TOGETHER [The Beatles, Blur]; CRY ME A RIVER [Julie London, Justin Timberlake]; DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT [Thin Lizzy, Toploader]; DO IT AGAIN [The Beach Boys, Steely Dan]; DRIVE [The Cars, R.E.M.]; FIRE [The Crazy World of Arthur Brown, Jim Hendrix, The Pointer Sisters, Kasabian]; HAPPY TOGETHER [The Turtles, The Jam]; HEAVEN [Talking Heads, Psychedelic Furs, Squeeze]; JUMP [The Pointer Sisters, Van Halen]; LET’S DANCE [Chris Montez, David Bowie, Chris Rea]; THE LOOK OF LOVE [Dusty Springfield, A.B.C.]; LUCKY MAN [Emerson, Lake & Palmer, The Verve]; ONE [Harry Nilsson, Metallica, U2]; THE POWER OF LOVE [Frankie Goes To Hollywood, Huey Lewis & The News, Jennifer Rush]; SHOUT [Isley Brothers, Tears For Fears]; STAY [Maurice » Continue Reading.
Only UK gig until Brecon in August [they’re in Amsterdam tonight, Zurich tomorrow, then off to America for the whole summer], so we were super-pleased to get tickets for this sell-out show. This version of The Shins is the one James Mercer put together for the deliriously good “Port Of Morrow” album in 2012. Five years on, they are touting a new collection of songs called “Heartworms” and the stage was kookily dressed up as the album cover replete with skull and giant flowers. After a glitch with the bass drum sound on the opening number “Kissing The Lipless”, the set moved into top gear and the band served up some well-loved tunes from the earlier [Shins Mk1] records, including “Saint Simon”, “Phantom Limb” and “Caring Is Creepy”, in thoroughly infectious fashion. The encore showcased a heartwarming rendition of their breakthrough song “New Slang”, followed by current album-closer “The Fear” and a banging “Sleeping Lessons” into which they shoe-horned a verse of Tom Petty’s “American Girl”. A wonderful night at what I still think of as the Hammy O.
Broad. Mainly late-twenties/thirties/forties, some older like me and the missus, couple of family » Continue Reading.
I was listening to radio commentary of the Middlesbrough v Man City match and a couple of phrases uttered by the commentators struck me as strangely poetic. “The Shins of Stuani” sounded rather like a cult science-fiction novel, while “Another Bravo Fumble” could have been the new Wilco album.
Any other random phrases you’ve ever heard and thought, “That’s a film I’d like to see”, or similar?
It’s marvellous to look at, has a rambling plot to get lost in, and a fine cast. Tom Hardy overdoes the enigmatic thing a little, but overall it’s an enjoyable romp with just enough of the dark stuff and one or two very fine stovepipe hats. Regency London never felt so enticing. In a bad way.
I just did the first three episodes back to back. Anybody else seen it?
That. Was. Terrible. With a capital F.
How to screw up four seasons of superlative escapist drama in one excruciating episode. That had Moffat’s filthy Doctor Who fingerprints all over it. Damn him.
He was born in Hackney in 1926 but moved to France in 1962 and lived there for over 50 years.
Berger was an internationalist and a brilliant polymath – art critic, painter, poet, novelist, essayist. He was a quite indefinable genius with words and creative concepts. He wrote a landmark treatise on the Western cultural aesthetic, “Ways Of Seeing”, which is still relevant nearly half a century later. His novel “G” won the 1972 Booker Prize. I would also recommend “A Fortunate Man” [1967, with Jean Mohr], a study of a country doctor’s life, and “Selected Essays” [2001, edited by kindred spirit Geoff Dyer]. And there are fascinating TV clips to explore on YouTube.
The Hope & Ruin, Brighton
Former Can singer [“Tago Mago”, “Future Days”, “Ege Bamyasi”], now touring his improvisational project around a few European venues. This was a smallish room above a pub in Queens Road, packed with long hairs, short hairs and no hairs, trench coats, leather jackets and anoraks.
Damo is tiny, 66 and possessed of a still powerful voice which suits his freeform no-particular-language vocals. The band were a younger bunch – synth, violin, cello, drums, percussion. Reminded me of early experimental Velvets. A whiny, shaky, scratchy opening reminiscent of Bowie’s “Station To Station” build-up grew into what I thought was going to be Can’s “Paperhouse” but developed into one meandering, mesmerising continuous structured extemporization which powered, then lilted, then powered again into a formidable miasma.
I was alternately intrigued and infuriated. Some passages thrilled, some hurt. From about ten minutes in – the point at which I realised this was probably going to be one long piece – I veered between begging for it all to stop and hoping it would never end. The whole thing lasted around fifty minutes and involved amazing stamina from all the musicians. The denouement was ecstatic as » Continue Reading.
Makes Big Sam’s England tenure look epic.
Teaser from Donny McCaslin’s upcoming album Beyond Now; the voice is Jeff Taylor’s.
…of a brittle silvery-coloured substance with an unusual propensity to expand upon freezing; more precisely, a pentavalent post-transition metal with the atomic number 83.
I asked a friend to look after it for me.
He told me to mind my own bismuth.
For the first time since…
No – for the first time… I really don’t care how England get on at a major tournament.
The England team are not the problem, they’re actually quite good. Europe is the problem. Things are falling apart. I’m a “remain” voter and now I worry even more than I did before that a “leave” vote by the UK will spell serious social unrest and inflame existing divisions in other EU countries. Civil wars in the near future seem a genuine possibility to me now.
I can’t remember disruption and violence this bad at a European Championship finals or World Cup finals for a long time, if ever. It’s just not worth it. The real football fans who are there, with their face paint, spongy hats and good faith, must be very depressed. Unless they’re German or Spanish or Italian, of course, and have a realistic chance of winning the thing.
Wake me up in 2025 when the Apocalypse has blown over.
Anyone else feeling hopeless and vulnerable?
One of his very best.
Perfect for a rainy Sunday morning in summer. I’m sixteen all over again.
Nigel Farage, in a blue-grey suit, and Eddie Izzard, in a pink beret, arguing the toss about immigration on “Question Time”. Grande hilaire.
I seem to quite like most of the people who want to stay in [apart from Dave] and quite dislike most of the people who want to get out. On that basis, I’m in. But I’m worried that 90 per cent of the voters taking part in this referendum probably don’t have a blind clue what they’re voting on and their decision will likely be about “foreigners taking our jobs, houses, schools places, hospital beds, etc”.
This may work. Or may not.
I’ve taken a well-known song, arranged every word in alphabetical order, then removed all of the words which appear more than once, as well as all the proper nouns. I’ll start by giving you the A words and see if you can identify the song from them. If not, I’ll give you the B words, etc. I reckon you’ll get it from just the A’s.
No googling, please.
I said no googling.
I’m expecting Mr Concheroo to be first with the answer. No pressure.
PS Did I say no googling?
Oh yeah, the A words…
after, alibis, alright, amused, any, around, as
I’m afraid it’s all a little bit Butlins.
I’m genuinely not sure what I feel about this and how people are going about expressing their feelings. I’m looking for a steer from you lot.
I felt a little sceptical clicking this on YouTube. But I ended up blubbing.
No gimmicks. Just a hugely moving and uplifting version of a wonderful song.
New album out. May as well. Alphabetical, of course.
After All Aladdin Sane All The Madmen All The Young Dudes Always Crashing In The Same Car Ashes To Ashes The Bewlay Brothers Blackstar Drive-In Saturday Fame Fantastic Voyage Fashion Five Years Golden Years Hallo Spaceboy The Heart’s Filthy Lesson “Heroes” I’m Deranged It’s No Game 1&2 The Jean Genie John, I’m Only Dancing Jump They Say Kooks Lady Grinning Soul Lady Stardust Let’s Dance Life On Mars? Little Wonder The Man Who Sold The World The Motel Moonage Daydream Repetition Rock ‘n’ Roll Suicide Queen Bitch Quicksand Slip Away Some Are Sound And Vision Space Oddity Starman Station To Station Stay Sweet Thing/Candidate/Sweet Thing Time Time Will Crawl We Are The Dead Win Where Are We Now Young Americans Ziggy Stardust
Just post a top 10 if you’re not an uberfan. Let’s not have the argument again, though.
Oh dear. Basic stuff.
I admire the passion, but the content is risible. I’m guessing his dad’s bigger than their dad, too.
Come on, Mr Neil, things are much more complex than you care to mention. If you have a platform on national television, you should take your responsibility more seriously. You’ve had a week to get it together.