Happy National Shite Day everyone. Post any other appropriate piece of music below…
I have been pissing about on the internet and found a recording of Sylvia Plath reading her poem “Lady Lazarus.” Sometimes hearing the actual voice of a poet expands the poem. This is one of those times. The three and a half minutes this takes to listen to is time well spent.
Lady Lazarus- Sylvia Plath
I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it–
A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot
A paperweight, My face a featureless, fine Jew linen.
Peel off the napkin O my enemy. Do I terrify?–
The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth? The sour breath Will vanish in a day.
Soon, soon the flesh The grave cave ate will be At home on me
And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three. What a trash To annihilate each decade.
What a million filaments. The peanut-crunching crowd Shoves in to see
Them unwrap me hand » Continue Reading.
So I put this on my facebook and it went down quite well, so for anyone who hasn’t seen it, this will make your day. Woman performs Uptown Funk using sign language. It’s, and I don’t say this lightly, cool as fuck.
I have just noticed that St Georges Day is coming to a close (thanks to the thread about it here) and a thing about the day has always bothered me. I fully understand that there are misgivings among many people about celebrating it because of accusations of jingoism, UKIPishness etc. But this is also Shakespeare’s birth and death day. Given that Burns Night is a big deal in Scotland and around the world amongst Burns admirers, why isn’t Shakespeare Night celebrated as much? Let’s face it, he’s better than Burns as a writer, he’s probably England’s greatest ever son, he’s beloved around the world, but he doesn’t have a day?
Wouldn’t this be a genuinely joyous celebration of Englishness?
This thought has been in my head for years by the way…
This popped up on shuffle. Folk Song Oblivion by The Phantom Band. That is just a perfect title. The tune is damn fine to.
Lets ignore the quality of the songs they are attached to though and praise some of the best song titles ever.
I will also add “I Am The Black Gold Of The Sun” by Nuyorican Soul. I bought that album because that title was just so brilliant.
Off you go…
Ok folks, this is going to sound preposterous, but we need furniture and a new car. We bought a flat two years ago and my wife is sick of the cheap IKEA furniture we used in our previous place. As we now own, she wants decent furniture, but where do you buy it? Can anyone tell me where you can get stuff that isn’t nasty MDF stuff or stupidly expensive?
Also cars. We have ganglesprocklet, we may want another, but our car boot basically can’t fit a buggy, and visiting our relatives up north or doing anthing that involves taking him somewhere is proving tricksy. Can anyone recommend a family car which is relatively cheap to run, has four doors and a big boot?
My poor wife is spending hours and hours online and is suffering from a glut of information about cars, but oddly not much about furniture. Can anyone help? Many thanks people.
In my case it’s “Nothing Is Real” by Boards Of Canada.
I have to admit though, that if someone asks me what I am listening to right now, the answer is frequently Boards Of Canada.
Tonight I am letting my freaky folkie flag fly! To be honest this is not an infrequent thing, but I felt like announcing it. So here is Jobs Tears by The Incredible String Band which, in my opinion, is one of the great underrated album openers EVER!
John Renbourn doesn’t seem to get quite the credit that Bert Jansch, Davy Graham, Richard Thompson et al get which is a shame, because he’s a fascinating talent. I have a particular fondness for 1977’s A Maid In Bedlam which he did with Jacqui McShee as The John Renbourn Group. Its Indian fusion-y take on traditional folk music is brilliant, but given it came out at the height of punk punk rock, ten years too late to be part of the whole hippy India thing and ten years too early to be part of the whole “World Music” thing which appeared post Graceland, I guess it was just too out of its time. I still think this version of Reynardine is my favorite.
Anyone got any examples of brilliant stuff which just didn’t quite fit? Keen to hear some…
I have no idea if this was the work of the Lib Dems or someone taking the piss. It is, however, unspeakable.
So here is a short poem from The New Penguin Book Of Scottish Verse, edited by Robert Crawford and Mick Imlah, two well respected literary figures, which means this is in no way simply a piece of filth, ok?
“As I was a-walking by yon green garding I espied an old wife she was clawing her hole I said you old bitchie what makes it so itchey Begone you young Rogue I will claw it my fill.” Anon 18th Century
This popped up on my twitter and I just love it. A South African rapper covers She’s Lost Control by Joy Division, makes it sound different, keeps the really twitchy odd feel.
This wee beauty came on earlier… Flame by Sebadoh.
Seriously, this has to be heard to be believed. It’s wretched stuff. Is it the worst bit of “going disco” ever? Perhaps not seeing as Nickelback have always sucked but still…
So I’ve just been doing the dishes and Better Living Through Chemistry by Queens Of The Stone Age pops up on my iPod. Haven’t heard it for years and I had forgotten that the song has a great wee Bjork reference in it it where they sing “There’s no one here, and people everywhere.”
I love a nice allusion in a song. Anyone got any others?