I need to state early doors that I quite like Ed Sheeran and many of his lovely songs. He seems a decent chap and very much a modern song smith in the tradition of some of The Afterword favourites. His double A Side release recently wrapped up as two singles released on the same day showed some versatility mixing dance “Shape Of You” with a more traditional song “Castle On The Hill”. However he seems to have stepped over the line between influence and plagiarism on his latest love song. Anyone else hear something more than familiar in this?
Has anyone else in the UK ever come across such a slab of monstrous arrogance: an employer telling its employees not to express opinions in their spare time? What a bunch of crap.
Someone sent me this re-edit of Zep’s “Ramble On”
I like it and I hope you do too!
A list will be posted below. Vetos will be allowed at this late stage.
How the voting will work: Indicate your preferred show – your primary vote. This will generate deux points for that show. Indicate your second show – your secondary vote. That will generate one point.
I will then tally up, starting Wednesday morning my time.
Usually and normally I turn my nose up. But if I’m forced to pick sides. I’ll see you at the after party.
Who lives in the Blue House?…………………………………Mr. Blue
Who lives in the Red House?………………………………….Mr. Red
Who lives in the Yellow House?……………………………….Mr. Yellow
Who lives in the White House?…………………………………Donald Trump?
No! Mr. Orange!
Thanks Twang Jr.
Every time I’m in a queue at my local grocery store I see – seemingly week in, week out – ghastly looking women’s magazines in garish background colours with unflattering photos of Judy Finnegan on the cover. Very occasionally of Dawn French, but usually Judy. For non UK readers Judy Finnegan is a middle-aged former daytime TV show presenter. I suppose you could say she’s put on a bit of weight, but so what. She is no longer a public figure, as far as I’m aware. Somehow, vast numbers of these trashy looking women’s magazines seem to be more of less entirely based on serving up ever more unflattering paparazzi pics of Judy on the cover with sensational (and almost certainly non-story promoting) headlines such as ‘Fat!!!!’ ‘Wrinkles!!!’ ‘Judy goes shopping!!!!’ ‘Judy puts bins out!!!’
My question (specifically to AW women) is this: who buys this sh*t? Is there REALLY a commercially significant tranche of women who want to buy magazines promising photos of flabby has-beens minding their own business? Why?!?
What a shame to read of the death of Bill Paxton. Not only was he was my wife’s favourite actor, but he had a very, very cool CV: The Terminator, Aliens, Near Dark, just for starters, while his directorial debut, Frailty, was a much underrated horror-thriller. RIP Private William Hudson.
I’ve been listening to this, this morning – while having my morning coffee & gazing out at the wind & rain – very soothing….
But it’s not a sound palette that I associate with Shostakovich in the 1950s – sounds more like Rachmaninov, soothing, romantic, mildly melancholic…
I know Shostakovich mostly through the quartets, and some of the symphonies – the slow movements have a tension to them. At the risk of cliché, there is sometimes a feeling of stillness, waiting for the knock at the door (not an accident that the eighth quartet was used to soundtrack Radio 4’s version of Smiley’s People).
Any love for this out there? Anyone care to share a favourite slow movement, to soundtrack being inside on a wild day?
Did anyone see James Blunt on the Graham Norton Show on Friday? (Still on BBC iPlayer, for those in the UK).
I can’t work out if it was car crash telly or not. I was certainly mouth agape.
After spending over a decade as the butt of a joke, he’s relaunching his career with a song that sounds like a child’s first attempt at RnB, and lyrics that (literally) talk about how: – he’s “a bit of a d**k” – he’s”a bit sh*t” – he wonders why his wife loves him because he has wandering eyes – etc
I can’t work out whether it’s a brave confessional stance, or an actual joke.
It sounds like a comedy song. If Ricky Gervais had him as a guest star on Extras, this is exactly the kind of thing he would have him sing.
James himself seems immensely unsure of himself. Like a rabbit in headlights.
I’m torn between being impressed at his bravery and feeling pity for him. Maybe that’s the plan?
We find ourselves in Estonia for this years festival (purely by chance I would add)… anyone worth seeing among the 200 bands? I will admit to never having heard of any of them.
I thought there might be interest in seeing what was judged to be the best films the last time there was an Afterword best film poll. The poll winners were the standard popular films, but what was more interesting was each voter’s number one favourite film. Here is an alphabetical list (first comment):
I know that the default setting for Corbyn is that everyone is out to get him, but I think the main problem is his judgement during this Brexit process. I honestly think the Conservatives are there for the taking – a shambles. A blundering, out of his depth PM resigning as a result of a referendum he only agreed to in order to keep his own party from imploding.
Labour were weak during that period. Instead of being the Opposition, they remained largely silent. When the results came in, they were just as broken as the Tories and allowed the resignations of numerous shadow cabinet ministers to dominate the news just as much as the chaos from the PM and his pals.
Teresa May couldn’t believe her luck as she came in as the voice of calm reason, and steadied things – battening down hatches to prepare for the inevitable onslaught of dissention and ridicule from the Opposition. Except it hasn’t come. Teresa May’s charmed life as PM continues when the Opposition seem to be just as battered and bruised and are giving off an air of grim, defiant survival rather than doing their job.
It reminded me » Continue Reading.
Commenting on TV comedy is outside my normal comfort zone. Sometime in the last 20 years comedy became very earnest and arty and right-on and reviewed in newspapers – I suspect that whole ‘comedy is rock’n’roll’ thing at a football arena with David Baddiel in the mid 90s, or whenever it was, was the turning point: suddenly comedians gave names to their tours, like albums, and suddenly arenas became ‘the new working men’s clubs’, and smug gits were effing and blinding all over sneery TV panel shows. Any time I hear that stuff I think with sadness about a man from Liverpool who told a joke about German aeroplanes (Fokkers) on the Des O’Conner show in the 80s and who never worked again on TV. I often wonder if that guy watches these panel shows today and thinks, ‘I died for you all, you Fokkers’?
But I digress. I’ve watched the most recent three episodes of Tracey Ullman’s show called, well ‘Tracey Ullman’s Show’ on TV and it looks like its taken a great deal of time, effort and budget. And yet I’m not sure I smiled even once. Is it me?
Inspired by recent posts, I’ve ordered Nina Simone’s Pastel Blues and Supergrass’s In It For The Money. Rummaging through my collection for Hats by The Blue Nile, I find I own them already.
It’s too late to turn the delivery back now. Anyone fancy a free album?
It was like Game of Thrones on the Least Undislikeable Movie thread. Superb movies went to the sword at a lightning pace. Lifetime on the thread was nasty, brutish and short for many a masterpiece. 156 films vetoed. And you’ll scarcely believe which they were.
Gregory’s Girl, Apocalypse Now, This is Spinal Tap, It’s a wonderful life, Psycho, Little Miss Sunshine, A hard day’s night, Spirited Away, Oh Brother! Where art thou? Jaws, The Thing… All eliminated.
Bingo Di Veto and his wild bunch were fast and furious. Shoot first. Ask questions later. But to be fair to the bad boys, the most trigger happy were the ones nominating most enthusiastically too.
We are left with 217 films to vote for. What a cavalcade of movie history it is too. From All Quiet on the Western Front from 1930 to Paterson in 2016.
Now it’s time to find the least dislikeable of them.
Rules Votes are worth one point each so it doesn’t matter which order you list films. You can only vote once and everybody gets three Thumb Up votes plus one Thumbs Down vote. You are no longer able to completely veto a film, but » Continue Reading.
Have we done this? If not then let’s do so now. I am working my way through The Fall’s Complete Peel Sessions and what a mighty thing it is. Though I’m not a Peel obsessive, the session from 1983 that marked the end of the Rough Trade years and saw them canter through Smile, Garden, Hexen Definitive/Strife Knot. Three are significantly extended from the versions on Perverted by Language and benefit from the clutter-free studio production. It’s perhaps the perfection of the Krautrock sound they had at this time, that felt like it could go on forever once they hit a groove. So we’re after not just great artists and songs, but where the session versions really hit the spot. Here’s a mighty version of Eat Y’Self Fitter (in comments) featuring the two-drummer line up in all its glory. And one Wikipedia anecdote to whet your appetite: When Peel had first heard the track – in a session the band recorded in March 1983 – he stated on air that he had fainted and his producer, John Walters, had had to resuscitate him. The fact that Peel took this to his Desert Island and I would have guessed he used » Continue Reading.
Once they start losing Big money and they will.
What do you think?
Top Bass-botherer and one-man Steely Dan – the great Thundercat has a new album out, and here’s the ‘single’ from it. I heard it first on the radio and found myself thinking it would be nice to hear Michael McDonald join in – so imagine my surprise when the man himself actually does pop up to take a verse…albeit not before yer actual Kenny Loggins has grabbed the Mic. I’m not always a big fan of lots of guest vocalists and ‘feat’s but…wowsers! I’ve heard better tunes from ver ‘Cat to be honest but nevertheless this is a sizeable addition to the sum of human happiness if you ask me.
A throwaway comment by 2017’s go-to bell end neo nazi Richard Spencer that Depeche Mode are the “official band of the alt-right”, has caused a wee bit of a stir.
People are asking how in the name of Arse did a white supremacist ever get the notion that Depeche Mode were in any way sympathetic to his cause? It’d be like Kate Hopkins following Billy Bragg on tour. However, I think I might know. He says that Music for the Masses is their best album. On that album is a track that is largely instrumental track called PIMPF. It starts with a simple piano melody that is repeated, a head of steam gathers as more instrumentation comes in – yes, just like the Intro and the Outro by the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band. Apparently PIMPF was a sort of slang word for the younger boys in the Hitler Youth. Look at this cover of one of the magazines from the time.
So, yes, I can imagine a politically charged young boy getting attached to this album and applying any meaning he likes to it. Who among us didn’t think *we* were the Chosen Few when cutting a rug to » Continue Reading.
I miss him more and more.