From Time Out London, via the EIL.com blog.
Which one are you?
I am Jeff.
From Time Out London, via the EIL.com blog.
Which one are you?
I am Jeff.
Have a new album, Wild Pendulum, out. It had escaped my notice. I can’t be the only one.
Some John Barry-esque moments mixed in to the usual jangly pop.
No live dates (John Douglas recently had Ulcerative Colitis, which might be something to do with that).
That is all.
The boy has saved a couple of hundred quid in birthday and summer odd-job wages. He fancies a laptop, so I suggested a Chromebook. He’s off to big school next week, so I would like it if he could do his homework on the Chromebook (big sis gets first dibs on my Windows laptop).
I’ve never owned or used a Chromebook, so advice please – even if just what to avoid.
He already has a Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 10″ Android tablet which is mainly used for playing Minecraft.
Thanks in advance
The much-loved-by-me-and-@Skirky electro-gospel-blues duo Vienna Ditto are having a summer sale on their Bandcamp merchandise.
There’s a 1/3 off package deal on the Circle LP, Ticks EP CD and a couple of remixed tracks as download for only £12. On top of that, enter ‘mailchimp’ in the paying window and get a further 15% off to just £10.20.
Vinly pressing sounds great – 180g, gatefold sleeve.
If this works, here’s the video for Liar Liar:
My 8-year-old Dell 22″ LCD monitor went up in smoke this morning.
Any advice from the Massive on a decent replacement?
An extra couple of inches might be nice (no sniggering at the back).
Built-in Freeview HD tuner would be nifty to avoid occasional family viewing clashes.
RIP Steven Young of Colourbox and M/A/R/R/S.
Far too soon.
No place for Br*xit, p*litics or cl*ques on here. This is all about the music you’re loving right now.
A colleague tipped me off to jazz poet Anthony Joseph a couple of weeks ago. This* is Jimmy, Upon That Bridge from the album Caribbean Roots. It has rarely been off the gramophone since.
(*) fingers crossed YouTube link works
Playing back my sound-desk recording of Helen & the Neighbourhood Dogs’ recent set, on the school run this morning, raised a laugh during the song ‘Not That Kind Of Girl’.
“I want cats in the cradle and dogs on the hearth, a cup of tea and a nice warm bath I’m not saying some girls are easily led, but they want tiaras and I want a shed”
Any other songs featuring mundane household or garden objects?
I have a downstairs standing ticket for Belly at the London Forum. A combination of poor health and family commitments means I won’t be able to go. I hope to get to their Norwich gig a few days before, health permitting.
Anybody want my ticket? Face value is £26. I’m not bothered about the cost but I want it to go to someone who will enjoy the gig, not to a tout.
I was daydreaming as I mowed the grass this morning…
Picture the scene, a few decades into the future. An respected ethno-musicologist revisits the homeland of the music he loved during his youth. No English-speaking westerner has been there since the political upheavals of the mid 2010’s. He tracks down his heroes and gets them into a vintage recording studio for one final album of long-forgotten hits.
[Picture goes all wobbly at this point, to indicate time travel]
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to 2050…
Moby presents Das Kling-Klang Sozial Klub, featuring nonagenarian Ralf Hutter with some old fellas from Can and Tangerine Dream [fix this later – Ed].
Performing for the very last time… Autobahn.
My grandchildren are in for such a treat.
CD (22nd July) + vinlys (15th July)
“While looking for the (still ‘lost in the archives’) multi-track tapes to enable Steven Wilson to undertake new stereo and 5.1 surround mixes of the album, the original half-inch master tapes were discovered and used as the source from which engineer John Dent has prepared this 2016 ‘original master edition’.”
Number 5 in the most read items on the BBC news site this lunchtime:
“Calvin Harris unfollows Taylor Swift”
Is that really the 5th most important news story today?
Despairing, 46, Cambridge.
Attention Moose: on Front Row last night:
Poet Blake Morrison and composer Gavin Bryars tell us about their celebration of the train journey between Goole and Hull that will be entertaining passengers as part of the Yorkshire Festival.
Oh cobblers. Sea Stacks are giving up.
I suppose the hassle of years of dragging a 12-piece buskers orchestra around the country to toilet venues got too much. They certainly didn’t make any money – we gave them £100 when they played in a Cambridge chapel, unheard of for a support act, but it wouldn’t have covered their train fares from London. I must have spent £800 on microphones just for that one gig, but my goodness it was worth every penny.
These were people who played for the love of music, and what a wonderful racket they made.
There will be a 5-track EP to download on Friday and their debut album will be released posthumously.
I realise I might be the only person in the world who cares, but I appear to have something in my eye.
Here’s The High Tide for your viewing and listening pleasure.
I’ve been decorating this weekend, listening to a broken FM radio with a coat hanger for an aerial which can only receive Radio 2. They’ve been previewing this doc about the influence of the Sex Pistols gig at the Lesser Free Trade Hall.
I claim I was there, despite it being a (primary) school night. And living in rural Hertfordshire at the time. I bet Johnny C was, though.
Berry Gordy was on DID this morning, recalling when his dad would make him work on buidling sites, “plastering houses” (he didn’t mention whether it was lime or gypsum plaster, or even cement render – come on Kirsty, pull your interviewing socks up)
Wasn’t Charlie Higson (post-The Higsons, pre-Fast Show) also a plasterer? I vaguely recall one of Madness was a brickie.
Can the hive mind of the Afterword recall any other pop stars who were useful with their hands?
The morning after my first post-Crohn’s-diagnosis wedding.
The bridegroom has Colitis, so we munched on gluten-free chicken sandwiches while all the other guests enjoyed lamb roast. Well, all except for the vegans, who tucked into their kale bake.
Cons: it was a bit odd at first, being sober at such an occasion. I noticed I was a bit stiff in the late evening, after an afternoon of my bony arse resting on church pews and dining chairs. Toasting the bride and groom with lemonade, next time I’m pushing the boat out and going for Elderflower pressé.
Pros: I dad-dance equally well sober, and have no hangover this morning. I call that a score draw.
Life really doesn’t stop when you give up the sauce, it just gets a bit less extreme. I work with an older diabetic who says much the same.
The band were a bit Mumford – feat. banjo & upright bass – and kicked off with this, which got the dancefloor heaving. Warning: contains YouTube.
Outkast – Hey Ya
The boy and I have been listening to Prince on the morning school run. My collection stops at the Squiggle album (the one after Diamonds and Pearls).
Where do we go from here?
Received wisdom would suggest there’s a lot of tedious funk workouts during the TAFKAP years.
I watched yesterday’s London Marathon coverage in the hope of seeing my pal on the telly. In vain, as it turned out, as he wasn’t in fancy dress and he doesn’t have large breasts (there’s a reason why TV camera operators are called ‘cameramen’).
Anyhow, there were a couple of commentary classics. “Ben Evans has broken the world record for a marathon in a dinosaur costume. I wonder what he was dressed as?”
“Twenty six point two miles. That most classic of distances”. Which made me think…
What other classic distances can you think of? Paging KFD!
Here’s one to be going on with (if this works).
I read this in the latest Q.
[Jake] Bugg has become so accustomed to living out of hotels that whenever he goes home to visit his family he’ll still check into one. Even at Christmas.
“I feel like because of what I do it sometimes makes me feel distant because they’re not treating me as a family member, they’re treating me as ‘Jake the singer’. It’s weird, your own family look at you in a different light. They’re like fans and that can be difficult.”
What a bellend.
… but not a lot.
I did once met Paul Daniels and his glamorous assistant when I was hiking in the Yorkshire Dales. This was early ’90s. They were sitting on a bench outside a cafe taking in the view. We shared a pot of tea (I paid) and talked nonsense. I remember he mentioned how much he loved the Dales, and how nice it was to no longer wear that ridiculous rug atop his bonce.
I know he came across as a bit of a twerp, but he was genuinely pleasant company for the half hour I spent with them.
And I still have my 1981 LP ‘The Paul Daniels Magic Show’ somewhere.
What would be your perfect birthday present? For me, news of Belly reforming with Gail on bass.
Glasgow, Leeds, Manchester, Nottingham, Bristol, London, Dublin.
I feel twenty years younger!
One of the great things about living in a university town are the people you meet. My current neighbour is deputy chief of Stockholm’s police, here doing a masters in criminology. It’s her birthday next month and she’s asked me to DJ. What I know about Swedish music is limited to
1. Abba 2. The Cardigans 3. Roxette 4. The Wannadies 5. that theme tune to the Bridge
I ask the hive mind of the massive to fill in the gaps for me.
Cocteau Twins related alert: Liz has completed some music for a Sky TV series.
Don’t hold your breath for the album or tour…
This just in from Kerry.
Following Colin’s tragic death on 26th January, we have arranged a public Memorial Service in Liverpool where he grew up. Everyone is warmly invited to join Colin’s family and friends at 7pm on Friday 19th February 2016 at Liverpool Anglican Cathedral, St James Mt, Liverpool, L1 7AZ.
Please join us to mourn but more importantly to celebrate his life and music. Please share this information with your friends and anyone who loved Colin or his music – we want to give him a wonderful send off so the more that can come, the better.
Liverpool has a good selection of hotels to suit all budgets but we recommend you make your travel and accommodation arrangements early as hotels fill up quickly on Friday nights. The Cathedral is a 20 minute walk from Liverpool Lime Street Station, and the Cathedral has a pay-and-display car park.
His family ask that you don’t send flowers, but those who wish may make a donation in Colin’s memory to one of two chosen charities: Bru Columbanus – a facility that provides ‘home from home’ accommodation to relatives of seriously ill patients in Cork Hospitals and has been a haven for » Continue Reading.