I just played a gig, rocked the house, and now have pint of Speckled Hen, 2 fingers of single malt, a tub of pistachio nuts, the Beeb and my mandolin so I am set for the night. How is it for you? Drama already with the exit polls….
Because if the exit polls are right, I’d fucking better.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: democracy doesn’t work.
I went to see Rich Hall earlier this week. It was an evening well spent; he was very funny and I enjoyed the stand-up material as much as the songs, which included the one in this post, which I suspect a lot of Afterworders will identify with.
Since the show I’ve re-watched a couple of his documentaries on Youtube, and it’s these I want to remind everyone of. There’s one in the comments to get you started; like the others it’s an hour and a half long, so you might want to watch it on the TV rather than computer or iPad.
They’re the antidote to modern ‘celebrity’ docs. Where the current trend is for half hour shows to be stretched into hour long chunks, Hall makes you feel like you’ve watched a whole series edited down to 90 minutes. He doesn’t pretend to be an ignoramus discovering his subject on ‘a journey’ along with the viewer; he knows his stuff and is telling us about it in an opinionated and entertaining lecture. And, thankfully, he doesn’t visit craftsmen and the like in order to ‘have a go’ at glass-blowing, lace-making, taxidermy or whatever (I’m looking at you here, » Continue Reading.
From The Guardian, apparently Ed Miliband tastes like vinegary chips, a school eraser, pine nuts.
Sequencing of shorter improv pieces to simulate those pre chronic fatigue epics.
Afterworders in the UK have got a lot to think about today. Here in Sweden I’m sitting on the dock of the bay and thinking about ports.
Dangerous, exciting, dynamic, exotic places. Traditionally packed with merchants, sailors, excise men, smugglers, streetwalkers and worst of all was the press gang. They want you for a new recruit!
Also of course a motor of musical development. New American releases in 50s Liverpool. Cuban and Latin American rhythms spreading from the ports of Africa. African music in Cardiff.
Glasgow, Baltimore, San Francisco, Shanghai, Barcelona, Southampton, Marseilles …..
Your favourite songs about ports and harbours please. And your favourite artists who live or have lived in them.
Nazareth can kick things off.
Inspired by a twitter chat this morning with a chum who used to frequent these parts (but no longer it seems, sadly) I think it is time to stand up for Nimbys and see them in a fresh non biased perspective. I’m a Nimby. Certainly. I don’t want nuclear waste, fracking, atrocious development projects that blight and wreck the landscape where I live. Neither should you, in my opinion but it’s a moot point. The term Nimby has been coined by the media at the behest of the Neo Conservative LibLabCon elite in order to ridicule and stifle people who threaten their beloved ‘progress’ eg their own financial interests. Well, fuck that. Not in my back yard, not in yours. How about in theirs ? Aha! Exactly. More Nimbys means more local community people power. Taking back our rights to have a proper democratic voice. Hail to the Nimbys!
Namaste _/_ 🙂 x
Bret Michaels, ex lead singer of Feminist post-punk combo Poison, goes Country
In case you hadn’t noticed, in less than a decent night’s sleep, the polling booths will open across the UK. I’ve set my alarm 10 minutes earlier than otherwise so that I can cast my vote on the way to the station. In this rural parish, I guarantee I will be the first voter to cross the threshold. In the unlikely event of there being an exit poll, it will throw the pundits into a frenzy, as they extrapolate into a forecast of a kicking for the Chancellor. The two officials, if that is what they be, will resemble the Miss Tibbs, residential at Fawlty Towers, and will cluck and gurgle about their duty. They will comment, as they check my voting paper, that I am the young man (I’m 52) who lives round the back of so-and-so. I will not see them again until the next democratic opportunity. I go dancing at loads of village halls around the country, but this is the only occasion when I visit the one in my home village, tucked away in it’s 1960s prefabness, round the side of the parish church, which in turn is set out in the fields. I haven’t a » Continue Reading.
The greatest footballer who ever lived.
Do not discuss.
What does it sound like?:
If the constant work-rate of the artist otherwise known as Mark Oliver Everett has been a bit much to cope with then this live pit-stop is for you. Never knowingly touring the same show twice, last year’s jaunt promoting ‘The Cautionary Tales…..’ was a stripped back, non rocking affair cherry-picking songs from across his career that fit the downbeat vibe. “Good news, this next one isn’t that much of a bummer…..no wait, sorry, yes it very much is” – it’s the way he tells ’em – mumbled deadpanned between songs. Despite being in the expansive, expensive (which is why I was at Cambridge for this tour) grand old venue, this sounds very intimate, warm and downright cosy. The band sound great subtly adding colour to the bleak canvas yet Eels music is more black dog humour than depressing. ” she locked herself in the bathroom again so i am pissing in the yard i have to laugh when i think how far it’s gone but things aren’t funny anymore” . The encore features Harry Nilsson’s ‘Turn On Your Radio’ and it’s a lovely song that I was unfamiliar with. Does E win his battle » Continue Reading.
Erm, Yes. Anyway my trusty companion – Dave Scott – Spizz guitarist from the “Where’s Captain Kirk,” days, and I mooched along to the Union Chapel last night and caught The Graham Parker Duo, Featuring Brinsley Schwarz. We started in the Hope and Anchor where Babylon was Burnin’, and Sid did it his way and over the road we went.
With the opener, Watch The Moon Come Down the evening unfolded with a jaunty amble thru’ GPs career. He was in fine voice and kept up an engaging ‘twixt song natter about the many ways in which he and huge success had managed to just about avoid each other.
The songs were still as strong as I re member them, although they were sung with a lot less knotted- veined intensity than might have been the case in the past.
The real revelation was the exceptional guitar work of Brinsley Schwarz, who filled and thrilled with consummate ease. They both seemed to be really enjoying themselves as did the over 50’s who showed a warm appreciation of the old and new material. The set included, Silly Thing, Flying Into London, Not If It Pleases Me, Nation of Shopkeepers,Passion Is No » Continue Reading.
With the Who announced today as the final headline act, what are your thoughts on this year’s bill – and will anyone from here be there – Bargepole likes his creature comforts these days so will be strictly an armchair spectator.
70 years old today – odd he never had that much success in the UK and Europe, lack of touring perhaps, but still a great voice.
In a bid to out-bore Twang’s USB drive thread, this morning the door hinges on my Indesit dishwasher snapped off. Time for a replacement. Integrated (we have a cupboard door to put on the front) and not silly money. Suggestions, please.
I’m sure that some of you out there have experience of building your own websites and I can do with a few wise words. I currently have a couple of sites hosted by a small firm and using its own CMS and design template, but it’s proving too limited in what I can do visually and not sufficiently flexible, even for my limited amibitions. I’ve been scouring the various options of hosting firms and templates and feel completely baffled. What I’m looking for is a hoster who provides a decent deal and level of support for two sites, for which I already own the domains, along with the means to build it simply, preferably with a template that is easy to use but provides some flexibility in the use of images. It needs to incorporate a blog but doesn’t need to handle any transactions. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.
New Radio 2 4 parter starting next Monday at 10:00pm. He’s been good value on previous shows over the years so this is promising. Bizarrely the write up on the R2 website says :
Expect to hear tracks by the likes of Pink Floyd; Emerson, Lake And Palmer; Jethro Tull, The Toys, B Bumble And The Stingers; and Perry Como…… so that’s a direction I never realised he went down.
in the meantime here’s the magnificent Caravan to set the ball rolling
I am not trying to start a political debate (I really mean that), but this story I saw shared on Facebook & Twitter this morning has made my blood boil.
The fact the Daily Mail have ran this story this is the reason the media needs regulating. Hugely nefarious of them to do this & try to push their political view on to their huge readership. I know that we may all disagree on who to vote for & I respect that, it is every individuals choice. However, the media being abused in this way is shocking and really stinks to me.
Sorry, rant over!!
My son and his pals dragged me (or was it vice versa?) to the multiplex to see the new Avengers blockbuster last weekend. And we all, in our different ways, loved it.
Normally, I’m not over-interested in movies with lots of explosions and action. But when it is all done with such panache, wit and story-telling, how can one resist? And the dialogue is choc-a-bloc with nods to pop culture at the most unexpected moments. One does not expect superheroes to be talking about Banksy and Eugene O’ Neil.
It’s all nonsense of course. But vastly enjoyable nonsense that does not take it self too seriously.
I’ve been a fan of Joss Whedon for a while. Space cowboy TV series Firefly was what converted me. And then of course there’s Buffy.
Anyone else share my enthusiasm?
According to same lazy half witted boffins with nothing better to do, The Beatles did not start the pop music revolution in the US…..
I don’t think there’ll be a better hip hop track this year than Kendrick Lamar’s King Kunta (well, it’s a toss-up between this and Kendrick’s ‘i’). I love the unhurried way it gathers its various elements, the introduction of the guitar, the pop-op towards the end, and the old-skool video is really sweet as well. He’s muscling in on territory last occupied by OutKast and doing it beautifully.
Lately I’ve tended to think that commercial hip hop is a moribund genre, but this is making me reconsider.
Howe Gelb. Him out of Giant Sand, whose solo gigs put the dour back into troubadour. What kind of a name is that? HOWE GELB. Two ugly monosyllables that sound like a glottal stop prelude to a pavement oyster. Yet it is the name of a famousish Show Business Artiste. I can’t think of any others right now, perhaps there aren’t any.