What a depressing story.
…I’m so terribly sorry.
Barry Gibb and (bizarrely) Marc Almond also honoured.
I think the honours system is a load of crap, but I love old Richie and this will make him very happy.
….if somebody thinks he can get eight quid (plus postage) for a 7″ of Rat Rappin’.
I’m no historian, but I dig Martin Luther’s groovy hat… and as for that “I have a dream” speech… wow.
My stomach dropped. Legend states that boys noodling on guitars cannot be destroyed. There is no stake, no silver bullet, no suggestion of a more fun activity that can deter them. For, once a boy is possessed by the desire to noodle, he transforms into a heinous creature—a Frontman who jams and, on the worst of nights, records it all on his iPhone.
….then he starts coming out with “fun facts” about the Beatles.
Never mind your Citizen Kane, Battleship Potemkin, Star Wars… you just cannot beat the ‘Plane! for repeated, top-notch entercomedytainment.
PS. I have never been in a Turkish prison.
The BBC has started doing …. ahem… “reviews”. Given that for several years their arts coverage has consisted entirely of saying “This is fantastic!” about safely mainstream product in the manner of Jo Whiley, it’s no surprise that the first one I’ve seen is a four-star review of Harry Styles.
Bring back Tom Paulin and Germaine Greer whingeing about grimly static French films on chucking-out-time BBC2.
I was going to say “the day that satire died”… but that’s long gone.
I didn’t know this. I’m not a fan, but I like his old stuff. Perhaps he was hard up, but who cares? Sounds like he’s properly happy to be taking tea with the tillerman again.
Clearly not builder’s tea. Or Cadbury’s Highlights.
Would it be:
1. Spring rain 2. Angel’s tears. 3. Methadone
OK gang, I know we did this a few years ago but that was a few years ago. Things move on, new stuff gets made, time passes, Pinkerton does not return.
Here is a summary of my requirements.
1. Sound quality obvs. Fat kicks, sweet strings, everything between, I wanna hear – and feel – the lot.
2. Less than two hundred sovs please. I know this is the Afterword but I live in Hull FFS, it’s a different economy here.
3. Durability. I’m a klutz with a big head and fat fingers. As little plastic as possible.
4. Detachable cable. See 3.
5. Limited sound-leakage would be nice. Not essential though.
6. I won’t be wearing them in the street. I don’t care what they look like. (Come to think of it, I go out in the street and I don’t much care what I look like either)
7. Wireless would be nice but again not a dealbreaker.
Landscape’s “The Hell Holes of Your Anus” album is a brilliant piece of work, containing as it does more musical invention than most artists have in their entire catalogues. Hidden away on side 1 is something called Sisters. I’ve always thought of it as the theme tune to a TV show about a pair of feisty crimefighting nuns.
Do you have any tunes/bits of music that are basically theme-tunes in waiting?
Picture the scene – Monday morning – grey, windy, and I’m arriving at work. The building where I work is of an architectural grimness that Eric Honecker would have approved and is in a particularly scuzzy, litter-blown part of town. That town being Hull, by the way. On a Monday morning.
So when the jaunty, hippy-dippy Marrakesh Express came up on my shuffle, I actually laughed at the magnificently absurd incongruity. So it was that I arrived at work with a smile on my face thanks to Graham and his hairy chums.
Any occasions when shuffle has done something inappropriate in your life? Stopped by the cops and NWA comes on just as you’re rolling down your window? Amuse me.
Onlookers in London’s busy Holborn district at around 12.30pm today were bemused by the sight of a podgy, wild-eyed man tearing across two lanes of traffic towards Richer Sounds, where * he burst in and roared in a voice like thunder, “Bring me the cheapest earbuds in the shop! This is an emergency!!”
Cool under pressure, the young man behind the counter turned to his assistant and said, “You heard the man. Code red!”
….yep. that was me (the fat bloke, not the two guys with proper jobs, natch). My earbuds had died somewhere on the Euston Road and I had to snatch ten minutes in my lunch break to replace them as quickly and cheaply as possible, lest I face the unimaginable horror of a 3+ hour train journey home without music.
What have been your musical emergencies?
Here’s a clip of Hard-Fi… sorry, 999 to give you thinking time.
I’m having a problem with Opera browser. Every time I put my laptop on in the morning Opera has vanished and I have to reinstall the bastard. This has been happening for the last four days. Wot gives?
With this knowledge I can become an Olympian!!
Wass ist das?
5.1 mixes? Any ideas?
…and, like everything else in the world these days, it’s on blimmin’ Parlophone!
Friend of mine messaged me yesterday to say he’d just seen of our mutual heroes, Bernard Butler, on the tube.
This seems subtly wrong to me. Brett Anderson is okay using the underground, certainly in his sickly mid-90s Death of Chatterton mode anyway, but the Bernster should be flying a matt-black helicopter to a secret compound in the mountains, not sharing a DLR with the great unwashed.
Any other instances of seeing famous people on the Clapham Omnibus, the last train to Auchenshuggle and the like?
Inspired by an exchange about Bragg on one of @markg ‘s threads recently and the even more recent “bad entry points” thread, what about some great songs that are magnificently atypical?
While the Billster’s vocal is unmistakable, the overall style and production of this track is unique in his canon as far as I can tell.
…and assume that you were trolling/taking the piss.
…of the “Never Let Me Down is Bowie’s best album” variety.
Here’s one of mine:
Much as I like the Pixies, none of their albums give me as much pleasure as Frank Black’s Teenager of the Year.
Think I’ll start with this…
To me it was a marginally above average British TV drama… slightly silly and implausible… Hugh Laurie as a cartoon capitalist villain… oh look there’s Tom Hollander and Olivia Colman yet again…. certainly not worth a second look – in fact the location filming basically made it seem like a hardback version of Death in Paradise. But ever since it was on, the BBC website have been referring to it as pretty much the greatest drama in the history of television. Whah?
Culminating in this utterly bizarre item on the BBC News website which lays all editorial balance aside to claim that Bafta’s nominations are “baffling” in excluding TNM. “Look! Tom Hiddleston! Hugh Laurie!! People have heard of these actors in America!!“
The assumption that this is based on, ie that British TV – particularly BBC Drama involving posh actors – is the greatest in the world, is twenty years out of date. It’s as out of touch as BBC1’s insistence that Gary Baaaalow is regarded as a national treasure – another meeting I certainly missed.
I know the BBC has to big itself up in these harsh times, but equally sometimes they need to come out of their silo » Continue Reading.