A monster called Moz, and Elbow covering Golden Slumbers. Verdict?
… for the Stones? A matter of historical interest perhaps? Here’s the list of contenders that I know about:
Ron Wood Wayne Perkins (never knew much about him) Jeff Beck Chris Spedding Shuggie Otis Rory Gallagher Harvey Mandel Nils Lofgren (in his own mind at least)
Have I left anyone out? Could it have been a yank? Could it have been (gulp) a woman? Could it have been someone deprived of full membership, like Darryl Jones?
Has anyone here ever read a book about a classical composer and liked it? The problem I have is simple, I am not a musician so when things get a bit musicological I have no idea what they are on about. Classical books do this way more than pop ones do…
So genuinely folks, any books about Bach or Beethoven in particular which wouldn’t bewilder a non musician? Let me know…
I first saw Jarrod Dickenson supporting Bonnie Raitt last year. He was captivating. Meeting him afterwards did nothing to change that opinion. He was lovely. Then, with this new album ready to go, and a UK tour booked, Decca made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. But, he had to delay the release.
Now, some 8 months later, the album is out. And it’s a belter. Bob Harris is playing the arse off it, there’s some great reviews and JD has just finished another UK tour. I couldn’t be more chuffed for him.
It’s great when good things happen to good people.
Before I see the first advert for The Best of Supertramp.
This event is imminent – it’s this Monday and I am very much looking forward to it. We have four confirmed attendees which is equivalent to an attendance of 53.333 on a per capita basis for UK-based mingle.
I dare say that an Auckland pub on a Monday night will probably not be heaving, but I am thinking that there should be some kind of visual cue to save the embarrassment of sidling up to a hapless “civilian”, nudging him and saying “that Richard Thompson, eh?”.
To help avoid that, I am 6’5″ tall and these days I am nearly as wide. I’d be a terrible undercover agent. I would say @nick-duvet is about 6ft and he is clearly a finely-tuned athlete as there are no visible signs of middle-aged spread. Either one or both of us will be centrally placed and open to approaches.
Where? The Northern Steamship Company (it’s a pub), Quay Street, Auckland. When? 7:30pm Monday 13th November 2017
The invitation remains open to anyone. Are you a hitherto-unknown lurking person? When TV’s Fraser Lewry appeared at the first NZ Mingle in 2011, » Continue Reading.
Listening to Bob Harris Country earlier tonight, Bob was presenting a Country Rock special (a pre-recorded show, because I know he’s in the USA at present). Anyway he introduced a song by Pure Prairie League, who are a band I thought I know by no more then their name. My recollection is they were somehow associated with The Grateful Dead.
But he played this song, Amie, which it turned out is really familiar to me. I don’t know where I’ve heard it. I certainly didn’t know it was them, but it’s a song I know well enough to sing along to the chorus.
Has anyone had similar experiences recently?
There are some bands/acts we simply don’t like. We can’t like everyone and, sometimes, a band just doesn’t hit our sensitive spot. However, they can sometimes surprise us and a song of theirs can emerge from the murk of the rest their oeuvre and knock us sideways.
I never enjoyed ABBA, their over-cooked confections are too saccharine for my taste. Their last song, The Day Before You Came, is special. It is uncharacteristically eery in the simplicity of the music and arrangement. Agnetha is a lone voice, detailing her mundane existence before a mysterious man came into her life. Her tone and the atmosphere of the music tell us he didn’t make her happy. The reference to Marilyn French, who wrote All Men Are Rapists, suggests something far more sinister, but the truth is revealed in the celestial middle eight, the point at which the song steps into the infinite beyond.
Led Zeppelin never managed to pound me into submission. Testicle strangled shrieks, thudding riffs and heavy banging don’t work for me. Side One of IV was ubiquitous when I was a teenager but most people just wanted to hear Stairway To Heaven. It was years before I heard » Continue Reading.
We seem to be enjoying a mini golden age of British comedy series at the moment. In ascending or from good to superb current shows include:
Motherland (BBC – all available to stream on demand). I‘ve never been a parent to a young child, let alone a mother, so the school gate politics of this are outside my area of experience. Nevertheless, everyone will recognise the struggle for one-upmanship, and the social awkwardness that comes from worrying about what other people think of you more than what you think of them. In the pilot it seemed to me as if Anna Maxwell Martin had been parachuted in from a different programme, but now her character is more embedded (particularly in her friendship with the wonderful Diane Morgan’s character) she seems much more at home, even when every nerve in her being is screaming that she wishes she could be anywhere other than where she has found herself.
The Detectorists (BBC) kicked off its third series last night with more understated observations of middle aged male friendship, beautifully scripted, acted and filmed. It’s almost an opposite to Motherland in that there are no monsters here, just real people getting along or » Continue Reading.
Another in Uncut’s UMG series, out today in all good newsagents.
I came across Greta Van Fleet as they played on Jonesy’s Jukebox (video below, performance starts at 6.10). I’ve never been much interested in acts I’ve never heard of on Steve Jones’ show before. (Except I did once really like a performance by a chap called Cobi who played a great solo acoustic song but then I investigated further and his official studio recordings didn’t interest me at all.) Greta Van Fleet grabbed my attention by performing on the show with the full band, which doesn’t happen usually. Then I was really surprised and intrigued by the singer’s voice. Robert Plant meets Geddy Lee. And the music was a surprise too. Retro rock in a Led Zep stylee. There’s certainly an “ooh, that’s an interesting area for a new band to revisit” element to appreciating them, rather like Green Day, The Darkness, The Feeling, and Leon Bridges all had in their time. So, whaddawe think? I’d say “interesting”.
A starter, meal and sticky rice for £10.95.
No need for a rider there then!
I searched on previous posts on here but the only one that came back with any reference to it was one about Suede from our dearly departed Mr James Blast.
Tickets on sale now, on The Cadogan Hall website, for Gretchen Peters. Wednesday 13th June 2018.
Hey there all you Afterword cats – I am revving up to purchase a Soundbar to augment my Tellybox sound. I currently have the telly sound coming through an amplifier and speakers, but due to events which I won’t bore you with I find myself having to consider changing that set up. So, who owns or has used or experienced a Soundbar? And would you recommend the use of one which isn’t going to cost the earth? * Thank you in advance for your time and effort.
*for reference purposes, if I were to replace the speakers and stick with the current set-up I would not want to spend more than £200, so that is my budget
to Heathrow. Clear baggage, grab a cab, and her career’s on finals too.
Any sympathy at all out there? Thought not.
Apparently this young Australian songstress has had to issue images of herself naked in order to counter the impact of the same images having been released without her permission or prior knowledge.
This raises disturbing issues for Afterworders. What would you do if you were confronted with a pic of you in your birthday suit on this very site?
Would your ‘syrup’ be big enough to ‘cover it’?
Series 3 of Detectorists starts on BBC 4 tonight at 10pm.
But you probably knew that.
As you were.
I was looking for Brazilian Electronica for KFDs thread and saw a name of a duo who turned out to be Argentinian. I discovered they’d put up some free tracks on the Free Music Archive Site and I started exploring there. Found this under “Jazz” which it almost entirely isn’t, but nevertheless I found myself listening to the whole thing, which if it was a vinyl album would probably be a 4-disc box. My attention wandered at times, but nevertheless there was enough interesting stuff to make it very worthwhile, I thought. Of course you might disagree and call it a right old load of cobblers. Such is your right.
Midnight Oil post ? Must be Junior …correct.
Anyway for the apparently small number of fans on the blog here is a review of their first Melbourne show.
I’m going next week.
Your summer like ours may have been enlivened by grippy absurd bizarre ultra-Spanish psycho-melodrama I Know Who You Are. Hey it’s on BBC4 so it’s educational as well right. After ten episodes of twisty amnesiac drama things came to an abrupt end. Very abrupt as it turns out the final episode was not the end at all but only two-thirds of the way through the series. Well it is back back back baby this week so we can see what has happened to Ana, Alicia et al. so if it’s slipped your attention (we had the Guardian listings to thank for the alert) then get on the iplayer right now. Best not to start two-thirds of the way through but I think the whole glorious shebang is available. There are many things to love about this series, but the penchant for the entire Spanish legal system to go to work in Zara’s best smart casual wear is both easy on the eye and mystifying.
And rather splendid it is too.
Last week I received an e-mail from the official Tom Waits thingy informing me all (I think) his albums are soon to be reissued on vinyl. Surely that´s good news for anyone who waits (see? clever, right? I´ll be here all week, no that´s not my coat, etc).
But it´s been six years since Bad As Me, his latest studio album. Has he retired? After all, he turns 68 next month. Should we hope for new music?
That Garota from Ipanema casts a long shadow. The global success of Astrud Gilberto in the 60s has been a hard act for other Brazilian singers to follow. But now Sao Paulo singer, Céu, is starting to make quite a name for herself internationally thanks to some extent through a shrewd sponsorship deal with Starbucks. Do not let that put you off! She is no flunky of Big Coffee simply producing bossa lite as background music for latte lovers.
Last Friday I saw her live at the Fasching jazz club. It was sold out and every Brazilian in town seemed to be there. A wonderfully charismatic singer who mixes rock, reggae, Bossa nova and electronica into something that is very much her own. Charisma is her middle name.
After the gig I started to read a little more about Céu and her home city. When I did a grand tour of Brazil back in the 80s with the aid of a Varig airpass, I did not include Sao Paulo. A big industrial city: why waste time there? To be fair, I would feel sorry for anywhere competing with the sensual beauties of Rio. It must be like being Ingrid Bergman’s » Continue Reading.
I’m still in shock.
My rather pricey one year old Bosch front loader has been consigned to the knackers yard, warranty voided ,all because of a couple of coins – an Aussie ten cent piece and a one dollar coin. Apparently they are regarded as foreign objects and their damage to washing machines is notorious albeit somewhat rare ( reconcile that if you will).
Last time I looked a washing machine drum was made of metal and when the machine carked it,could be used as a nice fire drum. Not anymore it seems. “Since the space shuttle” to quote the repairman funky units have carbon fibre material in the drums. “Lucky there aren’t any coins floating in space” I said to an unamused Brit, Terry the repair man.
Apparently these pieces of metal have hurtled around the drum and caused it to crack. Not worth fixing but this is regarded as improper use so no warranty. I have tried to explain that were are not talking about industrial bolts, tools etc but a fairly commonplace item likely to be overlooked in one’s pocket. Neither the manual nor the warranty cite the risk of your machine being rooted and warranty voiced » Continue Reading.