Not a misremembered Bow Wow Wow lyric but the Netflix 6 part documentary about the Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh cult and their attempt to set up a commune in the US in the early 80s. All’s I’m saying is it’s a cracker, and I could’ve watched more. The Bhagwan later rebranded himself as Osho – you’ll find yards of his books in the ‘spiritual and self-help’ section. Anyone else watched it?
Concorde 2, Brighton
This was my 6th Fingers gig in 39 years, the first being in Durham in ’79. We had a break until 2014, partly because of me not getting on with Bruce Foxton’s bassplaying with SLF, but since then they’ve been an annual requirement, providing a formula with wriggle room that’s never failed to hit the spot. That formula includes decently priced tickets – £20 tonight – and a quality support act; last year Theatre of Hate, this year Ruts DC, with the mighty Dave Ruffy drumming like a wise old man with the energy of a young ‘un. SLF’s walk-on tune, as per, is the instrumental Go For It, from the 1981 album of the same name. It’s always bang on the money, a football chant-along of anticipation, and culminates with Jake Burns announcing ‘Good evening Brighton, it’s good to be back. We’re Stiff Little Fingers’ First minor tweak of the formula: there’s no “1-2-3-4!’ from Burns, rather, we’re led in by Steve Grantley’s drumming. They always play three songs without break at the top end, never the same three though but, and tonight it’s ‘Wait And See’, ‘Nobody’s Hero’ and ‘Gotta Getaway’. » Continue Reading.
I imagine this may go down the tumbleweed route – maybe with a ‘why would civilised people watch young men whaling the tar out of each other?’ side order – but there was an intriguing match-up last night, in which George Groves, quietly but confidently spoken, a master of self-regulation in press conferences when others talk trash (not that he was always like this…), schooled, as they say, Chris Eubank Jr. Eubank Jr and Sr made a big thing of the young man not being trainable, i.e. he’s a force of nature, 100 instagram friendly punches in 20 seconds, and knows what he’s doing, but this came unstuck against Groves, who has the necessary constellation around him – Shane McGuigan the trainer, a physio, a nutritionist, training buddies. It struck me that Eubank Jr is a little like Spoilt Bastard, the Viz character, who simply won’t be told and is indulged and told he’s Charlie Big Potatoes. For all Eubank Sr’s talk of instilling The Warrior Code in his son, last night demonstrated that we need people alongside us along the way. And/or maybe Jr just isn’t that good anyway – Groves wasn’t great – he didn’t have to be.
There are those who’ve been saying that Bob Mortimer became ‘funnier than Vic’ some time ago. Whatever, his appearances on Would I Lie To You have a warmth and humour that are priceless, and this, from his Athletico Mince podcast is one of the most poignant comedy offerings I’ve encountered in yonks.
Great feature about about the feller who called himself ‘Jesus’ and seemed to be omnipresent at festivals and gigs in the 70s and 80s. He always had fruit to hand out, and was very generous with his plums.
Almost along the lines of ‘I heard this song that goes ‘Help! I need somebody..”: does anyone know what it’s called?’…. The ridiculously familiar intro music that plays for about 30 seconds on this clip, before Stiff Little Fingers start their set: what is it? I was thinking some war movie, but a search doesn’t throw anything up in that area. Thanking you *hangs head in shame*
The Leeds and Wales custodian of the onion bag departed today at the age of 71. Bundled over the goal line, ball still in hands, by thick-set Newcastle centre half John McNamee in one of the first games I attended, and trigger for a Kop rendition of ‘Careless Hands’ when he threw the Casey into his own net, he was, nonetheless, a quality stopper of shots. When it comes to Leeds keepers, though, it’s David Harvey who always raises a smile, mainly because of this glorious day for the team I actually followed… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6bYIy4deD0
I’ve two tickets for the above gig, Block 106 Row C, seats 190 and 191. Sadly, I can’t go, so they’re available for their face value, £80 apiece. Contact me via PM or below if interested. Ta.
Just days after the Shoegaze compilation, along comes a new ‘un from the sort of stalwarts of that scene. Nothing to do with the shop selling soapy sherbet, everything to do with a particular order of chords. I think it’s lovely (and I hope the link to the video’s worked)
Perhaps because TV is no longer (just) broadcast via TV sets, this seems to me to be a l’age d’or for the medium. So far this year, I’ve spent hours enjoying Broadchurch, Better Caul Saul, Bitter Lake (Adam Curtis’s doc about the rise of fundamentalist islamism), and most recently, the hugely impressive Cucumber. House Of Cards season 3 is imminent. And all without having to rush home, or check that the recorder is set. Anyone else agree re the goggle box (actually a computer in my case)?
Apologies for the novella length, but here goes…. On monday morning this week, my i-phone had no signal, so I went along to the ee shop where it was purchased, to see what was up. They reckoned it must be a faulty sim card, so they put in a new one, got it up and running, and I left the shop. A few yards from the shop, I received a text from a number I didn’t recognise, saying ‘Hey’. I didn’t respond. The same message also appeared on whatsapp, and again, I didn’t respond. This morning (wednesday), I received ten texts in a row from my bank, all the same, informing me that ‘your requested telephone banking security number will be sent shortly’. I’ve never done telephone banking, so I rang the fraud department at the bank. They informed me that I’d have to take my passport to a branch of the bank to verify my identity, and that they’d blocked the account because a questionable transaction had been attempted two days previously – they’d sent me a letter which hadn’t yet arrived. They could tell me nothing more over the phone. I was in the bank branch for over » Continue Reading.
Three episodes in, and BCS, the sidebar prequel to Breaking Bad has become my tuesday night must-see show. Unlike other spin-offs – um, Tucker’s Luck, Joanie Loves Chachi – the quality’s there, and I’m eager to see how Jim becomes Saul Goodman. Lovely use of long-shots, especially in episode two when our hero was waiting for a pay phone call. My post-BB methadone, incidentally came in the form of Dexter, Misfits and Utopia (which also did a very good long-shot, though they tended to culminate in people being shot in the head). Anyone else enjoying BCS?