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A playlist in tribute to bricameron

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Before we forget completely because our braincells have been severely depleted by too many Canadian Carrots, let’s put together a list of songs in salute to our fallen comrade. As a sometime drummer in an agreeably befuddled state, marooned in an obscure outpost of the old empire, writing posts that generate bemusement and irritation in equal measure, I feel for you bro. Have these on me.

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  7. Hello, I’m reject, does one arm hang down longer?
    Hello, I’m a reject, and I can’t think of no more words for songs just…
    We’re gonna dance despite our aging limbs, gonna sing despite the pessimism
    And we’re not gonna worry if we’re old or new
    Just hello, I’m a reject
    Does it look as though I have three eyes to you?
    Hello, I’m a reject, stamped across my…
    Hello, I’m a reject, like a slice of Scando bacon
    Hello, I’m a reject, like a pig to the slaughter, don’t know don’t care, just…
    We’re gonna dance despite our aging limbs, gonna sing despite the pessimism
    And we’re not gonna worry if we’re old or new, just…
    Hello, I’m a reject
    Me got no brain
    Me subject myself to you and all your philosophising
    Me got not brain
    Follow me, follow me
    Hello, I’m a reject
    My leg look bendy toy grow more
    Hello, I’m a reject
    And I can’t think of no more words for songs, just…
    We’re gonna dance despite our aging limbs, gonna sing despite the pessimism
    And we’re not gonna worry if we’re old or new, just…
    Hello, I’m a reject

  9. Bri says he loves Mooche (who doesn’t?) and also sent me this poignant message. Scuse me while I kiss the sky…

    “Just one last thought about the Afterword for my own clarification.

    This was the one place that I felt unhindered in thought. Whether ridiculous, thoughtful or rude I always knew that I held every single member there in the highest intellectual regard. These were my peeps. This is my family.

    I’ve been going over some of my replies to threads and I can see how offensive and crazy some of them are. But that’s the point. The Afterword afforded me that and I knew and trusted my fellow Afterwords to chide and ignore and argue and laugh and disapprove and argue.

    Sometimes I intentionally was obnoxious,but never in a malicious way. I always wanted to spark a discussion.
    Quite often I had no idea what I’d written the night before. Part of the joy was logging in the next day. Would I be confronted with joy or anguish?

    I never meant to hurt no one”

  12. I’ve never been on the receiving end of rudeness from Bri, largely because I gave his threads and posts a wide steer. There is another chap who pops up on here who was terribly rude to me on a couple of occasions, totally out of nowhere, to the point of making me quite cross. I noticed it wasn’t just me though, as he seems to specialise in being terribly rude. I think I’d be happy if he were to go and find another blog to be bitter on. I found it easy to just ignore Bri’s ramblings (although occasionally he drifted into the real world), but when you get horrid responses to things you write it’s different. There are ways of disagreeing with someone without being rude!

    It’s a shame, because I like this place for the absence of malice. As a comparison, I frequent a message board for fans of Barnsley Football Club, but I stopped posting some time ago and rarely read it now, as pretty much all the decent and more interesting posters also stopped, due to the high proportion of numpties, aggressive numpties and racist numpties that seemed to hijack every thread. It really is like a primary school playground, and a vindictive one at that, in the form of a blog.

  19. In a private message Bri has told me he would like a thread of multiple random Tom Petty postings, preferably between midnight and 1.00 a.m. Sorry it’s a bit late Bri, but this one’s for you.

  21. I’m putting together a tribute concert in memory of Bri. I’ve booked Wembley for August 10th – can you all check your calendars?

    Tom Petty sadly can’t make it. Does anyone have the number for David Sylvian’s agent?

  24. A caricature of his former self. Too often descending into repetition and self-parody. Late night rambles and a foggy, druggy vibe. Past their best but I expect we’ll miss them when they are gone.

    Enough about bricameron – here’s The Rolling Stones. Er, wait.Um.

    Thief In The Night

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