I once discovered the severed arm of a doctor who specialised in treating conjunctivitis. That was a bit of an eye-opener.
for the bull. Unfortunately it is not in a stable condition in hospital, and it’s injuries were life ending.
Some rainy day fun for all the family – make your own Wu Tang game, based on the classic ‘Guess Who?’!
Wow! Sometimes when I click on a post I’m almost assaulted by the amount of paragraphs inherent in an argument or opinion. It’s a little overwhelming and I tend to get a little glassy eyed over the longer ones.
I’m just going to leave this here. Despite being hosted on The Disappointment Choir’s Soundcloud, it’s not really a TDC song, but rather something that happened quite quickly at home and ended up being a bit more finished than I’d really intended.
I don’t suppose it’ll be everyone’s thing, but if you happen to like it, please feel free to download, share, whatever.
Oh, and there will be a new Disappointment Choir EP within the next couple of weeks, for anyone interested. It’s recorded, and now just needs mixing and mastering. It doesn’t sound anything like this!
I was at a presentation this morning given by a woman who was employed by the Scottish Government to talk about various educational initiatives. I’m not going to comment on those initiatives, because I post here under my real name and I’d quite like to keep my job.
Her opening remarks though, are worth passing on. She talked about the various educational links that have been set up between Scotland and Lithuania, because of ‘the similarities between their struggle for independence and our struggle for independence’.
In the last century, Lithuania was occupied by the Soviet Union, then the German National Socialists, then the Soviets again from 1944. It is estimated that around 80% of Lithuanian Jews were killed under German occupation. When the Soviet Union occupied Lithuania it did all the things that it did in other occupied countries: it closed down political and religious organisations, arrested so-called ‘dissidents’, sent folk to certain death in Siberian camps and so on. The country did not break away from Soviet rule until 1990.
Educational links have been set up between Scotland and Lithuania, because of ‘the similarities between their struggle for independence and our struggle for independence’.
I had a bit of an ’80’s jag in the car this afternoon. Mostly Echo and The Bunnymen and The Icicle Works. I realised, while singing along with the windows down and causing genuine concern among pedestrians at traffic lights, that those guys wrote absolutely epic choruses. Ian McNabb in particular; I was hollering along to When it All Comes Down, Seven Horses Deep and Hollow Horse (see below).
Now this is a fine example. First, it makes you wait one minute and eleven seconds before you hear it. Does anyone keep a hook that hidden these days? Then, when it comes, the words are glorious nonsense (Fortune deep and wide, Intimidated, restless in the wait) but it just sounds… epic. Two minutes later, the third and last time you hear it, it arrives like an old friend at the door with a bottle of Bourbon and a DVD. After that it’s in your head forever. An epic chorus lifts the spirit like nothing else. It’s something about the chord change, the extra instrumentation, the backing vocals, the way everything just… flies.
So who does this for you? What song has a chorus that’s drilled into you before it’s even » Continue Reading.
Over the weekend, I watched Point Break for the five hundredth time (heavy spoilers below).
I watched it again partly out of a sense of ritual: it’s a film I have loved since childhood and which repays repeated viewings, and partly to steel myself for the utter horror of the deeply unpromising remake which will be desecrating our screens later this year.
For those who have yet to know (and for these sorry individuals, I feel only a strange and confusing mix of jealousy and pity), Point Break is the classic 1991 Keanu Reeves vehicle concerning itself with a group of LA surfers who rob banks on the side while disguised as former US presidents. It is precisely as wonderful as that description makes it sound.
Directed by Kathryn Bigelow, coming off the back of the wonderful vampires-on-fire-on-the-highway movie “Near Dark”, and the markedly less wonderful Jamie Lee Curtis sex thriller “Blue Steel”, the movie endured a somewhat tortured four year production, was originally helmed by Ridley Scott, and made Keanu Reeves a bona fide star.
The presence of Bigelow in the director’s chair lends the movie much of its distinctive charm. At it’s heart, when you strip away the » Continue Reading.
I heart industrial and goth music and just before lunch, completely on a whim, I corralled my industrial, goth and EBM albums into an iTunes playlist, added a few I felt were apposite to the mood (e.g. Depeche Mode, The The) ordered it by year and hit play.
So. First five albums, which should keep me going till tea time today, are
1. Throbbing Gristle — The Second Annual Report 2. Throbbing Gristle — DOA: The Third and Final Report 3. Cabaret Voltaire — The Mix-Up 4. Gary Numan — The Pleasure Principle 5. Chrome — Half Machine Lip Moves/Alien Soundtracks.
It’s a blog-eat-blog world out there in cyberspace. The dedicated blogger must work hard to keep their profile alive. No new post for two hours? You are yesterday’s man. The gadflies of the net have moved on somewhere else. The real pros scarcely dare to go to the loo for fear of losing their audience.
Sleep? Not an option.
So imagine how I felt on disappearing to a part of Sweden with apalling internet access.
But I needn’t have worried. I returned to the Afterword to find that one of “my” threads had been one of the Most Commented in the past 30 Days. That considerate chap Mr Saucecraft had stepped into my shoes and produced a KFD classic. Not to be outdone, the talented Ms Breakfast produced an H.P. thread that was even more popular.
They may not have realised but this is known as “blog-sitting”. Like dog sitting but without walkies and the small plastic bags. There are, believe it or not, individuals who provide this service commercially to the stressed out blogger.
The Afterword is as cutting edge as ever. And what possibilities this could offer if we all took the chance to step into each » Continue Reading.
Proctologists: “Your Ends Justify Our Means”
FIFA: “The Beautiful Gain”
I’m sure you can do better…
Even if you dislike FZ, just have a look at this to check out Moon, Zappa’s daughter, and her – what seems to me – amazingly together and confident persona. I think it’s a credit to absent father Frank and most probably ever-present mother Gail that she is so poised and assured, and funny, in a very honest way.
I’d like to think my daughters could have been this composed in that situation, but I’ll never know.
There’s a terrific site called 45cat.
The premise is simple, if a 45 was released anywhere in the world, by anyone, someone posts a picture of it, variations of it then get posted, and people comment on either the merit of said disc, or the variations of it. So…..erm…..quite Word reader friendly!
Which song from ‘Axis: Bold as Love’ by The JImi Hendrix Experience do you think Reprise put out as a U.S. 45 in February ’68?
Answer: ‘Up From The Skies’ (the b-side was ‘One Rainy Wish’). Great album track, but a 45? It got to no. 82 on Billboard and I’m not sure it’s ever appeared on a compilation.
So.I’m in the line-up at my local liquor store and I notice there’s a new employee at the check-out. I’m a few customers behind so I have the time to appraise his interaction with my fellow imbibers. It’s not good.He looks kinda gormless with his mouth agape and there’s barely any conviviality about him at all. It’s then when he announces the price to a customer ahead that I know he’s from Scotland. Glasgow in fact. Then I notice the Saltire tattoo. This is when I do not want to give away the fact that I’m also Scottish. I put on a fake accent which he has trouble with (Perfect Newfoundland) and I escape into the night…
Interesting article on the fast-developing rivalry between New York City FC (founded 2013) and New York Red Bulls (founded in 1995 as New York / New Jersey MetroStars).
They have only played each other three times, but in four short months the New York derby has become one of football’s great rivalries. New York Red Bulls’ 2-0 win over New York City in Major League Soccer on Sunday had all the hallmarks of a game between long-standing foes. Unfurled banners, bragging rights, social media one-upmanship and, as unsavoury as it was, even fighting in the streets.
As long as the fundamentals of the game are not changed*, I’m all for football making continued inroads to the US. There’s something quite tantalising about the idea of a New York derby.
*although even then I’d be open to persuasion, especially given the wholly dispiriting stewardship of the world game by FIFA and UEFA in recent years…
Somebody on Facebook linked to this today – I hadn’t seen it before. The guy is Gary Wilson, who runs a website called yourbrainonporn.com, and this is a short TED talk about what seems to happen, neurochemically, to habitual users of internet pornography. (Which, incidentally, appears to be radically qualitatively different to what happened when you found your dad’s copy of Razzle and blinded yourself to it for a year almost without cease.)
It’s really quite arresting stuff. The thought of a generation of young men who have never known anything but click after click after click of novelty-novelty-novelty-NOVELTY! NOW! NOW! NOW! is sobering and sad.
Anyway, it got me thinking. We’ve had two generations – Boomers and Xers – running the show, and – at least in the West – telling us that if we’re indulging ourselves it’s all good, that’s what’s supposed to happen. Enjoy yourself! Have a good time, all the time! Two generations of fightback against centuries of admittedly pernicious and largely religion-inspired repression, and now we’ve got a whole generation of guys who think that all sex ends with a faceful of come, and that standing on your partner’s throat and calling her names is » Continue Reading.
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
Bought a Four Tops CD yesterday for £1.99 or, if you like, £8.50 less than someone had paid for it in Andy’s about 15 years ago.
Mint, lovely booklet, part of the ‘Lost and Found’ series, two of which (Temptations and Miracles) I already have, and are brilliant.
Great, eh? Well, yes, until you read the small print…..’The Four Tops Swingin’ Standards & Blues’, an unreleased LP from the early 60s.
Now, Motown had form on this. Remember, Marvin Gaye amazingly had WANTED to be Frank Sinatra, presumably until Berry Gordy sorted him out over it.
Anyone one know any taxi-drivers or the phone number of Ray Winstone, Elvis Costello or Bono? I can’t think of anyone else who would want to listen to this big band shite.
Won’t interest those who thinks his solo career was “shite”, but this snippet is as far as I know previously unseen.
Inspired by something I read the other day regarding American bands naming themselves after American cities: Boston, Chicago, Kansas, etc., I realized there aren’t many British bands named after British towns & cities. Why couldn’t ‘Nazareth’ have called themselves ‘Dunfermline’? Somehow ‘Chicago’ seems more exotic than Pollockshields (shame – ‘Never Mind the Pollockshields’ would have been a great name for an album).
Anyway, I got to thinking – a la Douglas Adams’ ‘Meaning of Liff’ I thought we could come up with some fictitious bands named after UK towns & cities and tell the readers what sort of band they are.
I’ll get us started:
Kettering – early 1970s prog lite, big on smoke machines, capes & mellotrons.
Interview with Vikki, and a full stream of the forthcoming album Beautiful You. Best thing I’ve heard all year, and a big step forward from their last album, Tempest. Great to have them back (OOAA but oh so wrong).
Year: 2015 Director: Justin Benson & Aaron Moorhead
Evan is a young American man whose personal life has disintegrated into a tailspin of bereavement, alcohol and fighting. Staying one step ahead of the police, he books a one way flight to Europe, and washes up in a small coastal town in Italy where he meets Louise. They quickly hit it off, but Louise isn’t all she seems…she is old, very old, and she has to do some unpleasant things to keep going. I’m trying to avoid spoilers, which makes it hard to go into detail, but this is a horror film with real heart, one which doesn’t shy away from some bloodshed or special effects, yet doesn’t rely on them, preferring to concentrate on a slowburning real feeling romance that’s a million miles from the human-loves-supernatural creature cliches of Twilight. Even the ending swerves the predictable and avoids the gross out, going instead for a beautiful final few scenes where the redemptive power of love might just set things right.
Two people talking and falling in love as they walk round scenic European locations clearly owes a debt to Richard Linklater, and if you imagine Before Sunrise remade as » Continue Reading.
After 5 months have finally finished Breaking Bad and rather good it was too. So the question is what next? I’ve got the first 3 series of Mad Men,the first 2 series of The Wire and the first series of Treme. All have been bought cheap (i.e charity shops and boot sales) and none have been looked at yet. Which way to go people? Your recommendations are welcomed.
At yesterday’s boot sale I bought around ten LPs, a similar number to last week’s one, and I dare say the one the week before. Also at the weekend the AW’s lovely Carolina furnished me with 3 wonderful CDRs of new music (Kacy Musgraves, The Innocent Mission, C Duncan – thanks C!). I’ve been playing the brand new Frank Turner LP to death today and the deluxe Autorip of it since Friday. And there’s probably a ton of other stuff from the last couple of weeks that I can’t think of right now. All this, and I’m really supposed to be listening to Dylan’s Real Live album for the next bit of a blog thing. It’s not like I’m short of tunes. So, I ask myself, why the heck did I just 2 hours ago order the 2CD remastered Sticky Fingers? Are you all similarly afflicted?* If no more, how old were you before this madness tailed off?
*not you Locust, we know about you 🙂
Great Whit Stillman film (it’s also on Netflix)
The tagline: ‘For these girls… it’s not what you learn, it’s whom you educate.’
It’s better than Sorcerer (1977), but then most things are.