Lately on Radio 4 news they have a new contributor, a Reality Check Correspondent. It is somewhat bizarre that it has come to this. Maybe they want to put their view across without being accused of bias, perhaps there are just too many lies and misinformation flying about now, especially with election. Anyway it made me think of a Rock and Roll Reality Check The Beatles – Can’t Buy Me Love “Money Can’t Buy me love”. True. Abba – Money Money Money ” In my dreams I have a plan If I got me a wealthy man I wouldn’t have to work at all, I’d fool around and have a ball” Reality Check – You would probably be bored senseless, develop some kind of addiction and be replaced in 3 years time by someone younger.

Any more?!

Every week in the Saturday Times they have a Readers Wedding Feature. Last week it was two 30 year old teachers. The bride is a big fan of Sounds of the Sixties and she wanted to hear originals, not a cover band, so as a special treat her parents organized Tony Blackburn to come and do the wedding disco. There was a photo of Tony replete in gold bomber jacket – a brave look when you are 76. So at your fantasy money-no-object wedding disco who would you like to DJ, or alternatively bands to play? I am torn between DJs Baylen Leonard with his lovely Southern USA accent for a country hoe-down kind of vibe, spinning upbeat country songs, or Rylan Clark-Neal playing my favourite disco songs. I I enjoy listening to Rylan a lot on his chatty informal Radio 2 show and know he would lift everyone’s spirits and make a lot of funny remarks encouraging all the guests to let loose.

So Theresa May is delaying any decisive votes AGAIN, until practically the last minute, and it leads me, amid frustration and biting of knuckles, to think of suitable music.

Give Me Just A Little More Time

(Back)Stop in the Name of Gove

It’s Impossible

Making Your Mind Up

are just a few of the songs that came to mind. You no doubt will have more. Also what strategies are you employing to keep calm during the political storm? Personally I am listening to an extremely soapy audiobook set in Chile, with all the depth of a puddle, but it goes on for 22 hours and is very soothing in its flowery predictable prose.

Two Radio 4 programmes of Interest – last week’s Desert Island Discs featured the great Tracey Thorn and was a really good listen. Today in the Archive Hour between 8-9pm is a documentary on Joni. There are archive BBC interviews with her from the 60’s and 70’s, and also in the same period her talking to her friend Malka. They reveal her impact on her fans and on songwriting. Also includes heartfelt contributions from those who knew her best.

I was wondering if there was certain favourite music that you constantly regularly listen to, say on a monthly basis, and have done so for years. I’ve read people mentioning it before and it intrigued me as it isn’t something I do. I find not exactly that familiarity breeds contempt but it does take the shine off old much-loved favourites of mine so I only listen to those quite infrequently to keep the magic alive. Normally I listen to new stuff, or at least music new to me, and have anywhere from a few hundred to a thousand tracks on the go (normally in a year) that I listen to multiple times before moving on. So if you do have regular “repeat performances”, what bands/artists/albums are they?

I enjoyed hugely this news item from Nodepression.com about the song the Milk Carton Kids wrote for a recent Americana awards show:

“Missing from this year’s Americana Music Awards & Honors show in Nashville last week was longtime host Jim Lauderdale. For many years, Lauderdale, flashing his wry grin, would shout out the familiar cry, “Now, that’s Americana!” when an act finished its performance. Lauderdale’s slogan served as a tongue-in-cheek response to the often-asked question, “What is Americana?” This year’s hosts, The Milk Carton Kids, decided that we needed an even clearer answer to the that question, so they wrote a song that had the crowd nodding knowingly and roaring with laughter. Here are the lyrics to “What Even Is Americana?”:

Lyrics in comment below.

Heard a very entertaining programme on the Archive Hour recently, presented by Steve Punt. “Broadcaster and comedian Steve Punt scours the archives to exhume the often pretentious and opinionated philosophical outpourings of pop stars through the ages. With the help of music journalists Paul Morley, Kate Mossman, DJ and record producer Ras Kwame and surprising soundbites from the archive, Steve explores the concept of the pop star as philosopher. From pop star hobbies, to politics and theories of aliens and the Illuminati, Steve explores the attempts of pop stars to make sense of a chaotic world.” It may be a repeat but if you haven’t yet heard it I really recommend it for passing an enjoyable hour. And of course it’s lovely to hear Kate Mossman who managed to namecheck the Word Magazine during it, in an anecdote.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p06gr0ms

To alert fellow Jimmy Webb fans, tonight (Monday) the Radio 4 series Mastertapes at 11pm features Jimmy being interviewed on his career and recordings. There is a second episode tomorrow (Tuesday) at 3.30pm where he answers a live audience’s questions.

This is a bit of a steal from Mumsnet but it got some interesting responses there and I’d like to know your take. What is the one book you regret reading? Maybe it was just dull and “wasted your precious time” to quote Dylan, didn’t live up to the hype, had a disappointing ending, or left disturbing images in your mind. Mine was a book of short stories by Stephen King I read when I had German Measles at 15. There was one I read at night about a man getting swallowed up by a large printer. Reading it I got more and more scared, then found it hard to breathe. ‘Panic Attacks’ weren’t largely known about at that time, which is what I was having though I didn’t know it. I thought it was a complication of the Measles and I was going to die. Terrifying!

Also there was a book in the school library called something like “Sex and Violence on TV”. Well I was amazed that such a book was in plain sight in our very religious school so I took it out. It turned out to be an extremely boring scientific book of methological studies. » Continue Reading.

Charlie Dore has a new album out, Dark Matter. I haven’t seen in reviewed in any music magazine but if you are a fan of her music I really recommend it. There are terrific songs about dogs, neutrinos, lightbulbs, an imaginary man in bed, and life after death, just to give you a taster. Here is one about old telephone numbers in address books that is both funny and poignant, Old Numbers.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EaJpOZht72I

I saw the Blogger Takeover was only pinned to the top of the page for about 4 days and has now gone. Is it possible to put it back up there again? I did email mods a couple of days ago but haven’t had a reply.

I’ve been listening to lots of acoustic folky singer-songwriter stuff as is my wont, and am increasingly struck by huge amount of guitar squeak on it. Looking up the problem online I’ve read about special oiled strings to avoid it and also using the technique of lifting your hands off after playing a chord instead of sliding them along. It is possible to eliminate it – for instance you never hear any squeaking on Gillian Welch and David Rawlings songs. If I was a music producer I would operate a zero-tolerance squeak policy in my studio. I can’t understand why musicians who take so much trouble writing, singing and making a record are seemingly blind to the issue. Maybe singers are playing the guitar themselves and would be better hiring in more skilled performers. Perhaps more sophisticated and sensitive microphones tracked to every instrument exposes it whereas on older recordings you cannot hear it.

Either way it really gets to me like a high-pitched “chalk down a blackboard”, only worse, and I find myself awaiting the squeaks with growing intolerance. Does any one else notice it as much as I do? Also the guitarists among you, how do you » Continue Reading.

Snow coming down now south of London. Hope everyone on their commute home round the country has a safe one and is not stuck on the roads/public transport for hours (though those who usually use on Southern Rail are no doubt pretty strike-wearied apart from the weather).

My birthday on Jan 20th coincides with the unhappy inauguration of Trump this year, and it seems like music for it will be thin on the ground, musicians being understandably reluctant to take part. Caitlin Moran in The Times yesterday said it could come down to the entire inauguration concert consisting of Ted Nugent, Charlie Sheen and Hulk Hogan playing kazoos. So I think we should make a Trump Playlist and an automated giant jukebox could pump out appropriate music. So far I have:

From Russia With Love – Matt Monro

In A World of Make Believe (where Donald seems to live) – Dusty Springfield

Desperate and Depressed – Margo Price (how half of the US electorate is currently feeling)

China In My Hand – T’Pau (what Donald thinks he can achieve)

Gold – Spandau Ballet (his favourite building material)

Don’t Fence Me In – Ella Fitzgerald (A message from Mexico)

Any more?!

I was thinking about my favourite and worst non-musical sounds – criteria being not made by a musical instrument. These are a few that came to mind: Best – cat purring, the resonant sound is so comforting. Next is an owl hooting. There is one that has come to reside near me this year and everytime it toowhit- towoos, I feel a shivery loveliness. The sound of the coins clattering down on the old “Penny cascade” arcade game in the amusements when you knew they would shortly fall into the opening for you to collect. The soft crunch of walking on freshly fallen snow. Worst – car alarms. Where I live there are a lot of cars near me and when one of those awful alarms go off that can mean at least 30 minutes of terrible din before it stops. It is like like Chinese water torture only more relentless. Second worst is the dentist drill. How much more pleasant the whole experience would be if they could put a silencer on it! I suppose it is because it is connected with pain it’s so bad because they aren’t exactly deafening. So what are your best and worst?

It seems the witty and sardonic Father John Misty, musician and apparent Buddhist, has a bit of a weak moral compass. A rose quartz crystal went missing at an organic LA café, prompting the owner to issue this plea: PLEASE RETURN THE CRYSTAL! Our rose quartz was stolen from the Silverlake shop. This loving rock has given so much to an entire community and has much more to share. To whomever took her out the door, you do not want the energy of a stolen crystal, please trust me! Anyone who can help her find her way home will be hugged and fed, no questions, just thanks.”

To which Josh Tillman, aka Father John owned up, posting the following response online: “There’s been, understandably, a not insignificant outcry regarding the alleged “theft” of the rose Quartz crystal from the Echo Park Moon Juice™, pictured above. I am here to claim responsibility, though I do not condone the rhetoric employed in Moon Juice’s post. To claim that “something has been ‘stolen’” is in tself a tacit endorsement of the capitalist values that blended superfoods and locally sourced produce stands, ironically, in direct opposition to.

The universe, however you may » Continue Reading.

In the second section of the Times today they had a feature on podcasts and a section of it where “Times experts” picked their favourite ones. John Bungey, listed as “radio critic, on The Word” wrote: ‘Mark Ellen and David Hepworth have enjoyed a long and blameless career as a rock journalism double-act. Perhaps their one slip-up was to create a lengthy free podcast that was so entertaining you did not feel the need to cough up £4.50 for the publication it was supposed to be promoting. When The Word magazine expired in 2012 readers scrambled to produce their own podcast, which they called The Afterword. However, the official podcast has now resumed. It’s recorded in front of a live audience and usually involves a ramble down rock’s byways with the author of a recent music book. For anyone convinced that pop music peaked around the time when the Rolling Stones played Knebworth, it’s an engrossing hour.’

At the weekend I bought Refugee CD, a new folk compilation curated by Scottish artist Robin Adam. Lots of Scottish artists but also such luminaries as Linda Thompson and Bonnie Prince Billy have all contributed an original or previously unreleased track. It is to raise money for the MOAS, a charity working to save migrant lives in the Mediterranean Sea. This is a beautiful track from by Roddy Hart, West. Lovely music for a very deserving cause. Heard about it first in NoDepression who gave it a glowing review.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pQJoNNfuDQ

Thought this article in today’s Times was Caitlin on particularly brilliant form about the state of things, so here it is:

Caitlin Moran: seven people who could run Britain now – ‘The Muppet Show is pretty much exactly the present state of British politics’

I’ve pondered all kinds of punchy opening statements for this column, wherein I would describe the current political situation with a series of pithy metaphors and similes, designed to ease us into the main conversation. But there’s no point. We appear to be living in an era that will be referred to by historians as “The News F***” – a cycle of events so momentous, rapid, surreal and terrifying that 80 per cent of what you know at lunchtime will have disappeared by tea. No one knows anything. Three-quarters of all thinking is a simple, “ARRRRRGHWHA????” Being British currently feels like being those Scouts in Jim’ll Fix It, trying to eat their lunch on a rollercoaster. We just wanna eat our lunch. And so, for a country in impossible turmoil – reluctantly aware that this turmoil is the mere foothills of turmoil, compared with what will come – a longing surges in the heart for just » Continue Reading.

A very kind person commissioned Pencilsqueezer to do a painting for me. Peter and I then had a chat, I mentioned his pictures I’d particularly liked from his website http://pencilsqueezerartwork.weebly.com/ and we discussed colour preferences but otherwise I left it up to his excellent judgement. Sometime later he emailed me the finished image below named Flower Bomb. I was dazzled by it, a glorious radiating sunburst of flowers, big and tiny, and it had purple in it too! This week it arrived, even better in the flesh with the details and intricacy and is now hanging in my hall. Every time I pass it, it gladdens my heart and I will always treasure it. So if you too would like a life-enhancing work of art, look no further than Pencilsqueezer.