See you in the bar, G
See you in the bar, G
…one or two old codgers on here
Just the time..
If a pub quiz question was how many singles did the Beatles release?
I like this young man..
It’s good to be alive…
Born To Be Banned
And by the way, did anybody else think for the first fifteen minutes “I know it’s The Long Night but can they turn the fu***ng lights on”?
Extracts from a recent email exchange with HP Saucecraft “Lodes, my old mucker. Where are all the artists and poets and all the interesting people what used to hang around on the AW blog?” “Yeah Saucy, we all know you flounced for the fortieth time” “But have you looked at some of the posts recently, god they’re so boring!” “As you know so well Burt my boy, the blog goes through a fallow period every so often” “Fallow, fallow? This ain’t fallow, this is a desert of mediocrity, a sea of sadness, a..” “Yes, yes but as someone famous once said things are bound to get better. And don’t forget Gary, he’s still here” “Ah, poor sweet Gary, so handsome, so witty. But even he must be thinking of joining me in purgatory. What can you do, Lodey, what can you do?” “Tell you what, have you looked at the Highland League table where the 2018-19 season has just ended?” “Tell me more, please tell me more”.
Cast your eyes to the very bottom of the page linked here and stare in awe and wonder at Fort William. Not a single win, not even a single draw the entire season. » Continue Reading.
What does it sound like?:
“I don’t care Bargie Boy, publish the damn pictures – see if I care! Oh, you mean those pictures. Right then, Gang Of Four it is, always liked them, should be a breeze”. Finds ancient iPod in desk, scrolls through. Yes, I knew it – I have two albums. Hmm, I recall they were very loud and that Andy Gill played guitar and, I think, wrote most of the songs? But of these two records I only remember Damaged Goods. Let’s listen, wow that hasn’t aged well, has it? A punk pastiche? Right, scours the internet, “Critically adored”, “Kurt Cobain loved them” (reminds me, anyone seen HP Saucy recently?), “Ferocious but intelligent”. Hmm, If you had asked me at the time I would have said “Wanky posturing” and “Too intelligent for their own good” and finished off with “Give me Fulham Fallout any day”. Time for action so let’s start with Track 1. Hold on, this is not how I remember Gang Of Four, sure the thumping bass and the jangly, jumpy guitar are still there but this is, you know, rather good! Sounds like very early Talking Heads. Colour me surprised. Time for » Continue Reading.
On the bus from Aberdeen with my bandy-catcher and my bucket & spade and Mum said don’t get lost in them there dunes and Dad said hope there’s corned beef in them there sandwiches and Mike said I’m no playing with you and the sky was blue and the North Sea was as cold as the Arctic and the seagulls laughed as we climbed up and down sandhills as high as Everest and Dad lit the campfire and Auntie Jessie and Uncle Andy arrived with a a load of beer for the men and lemonade for the kids and the sun was shining, the sun was always shining on Balmedie
….who amongst us listens to a record all the way through whilst doing nothing else and nothing else includes walking, driving, half-watching the footie etc”?
Quite a while since I’ve been so excited about an upcoming album release and then this… https://amp.theguardian.com/music/2019/feb/13/self.html
Sometimes, like tonight, I think my favourite band is Counting Crows
I guess you have to be pretty well-off and have tech-savvy people to set this all up but could this be the way forward for rock n’ roll?. For free you get access to high-res streaming through the archives with loads of unreleased stuff and far better quality than Spotify etc, a newspaper (!) and old movies featuring Neil. For around 20 dollars a year’s subscription gives more music in the archives, unreleased live concert movies, advanced ticket buying, free exclusive live streaming of current concerts, a veritable cornucopia of delight. I felt like gettin’ high…
Well, Bri thinks it is
From The Times’ Diary
“These are tough times for record shops, as the collapse of HMV showed, and any prospect of bulk sales is welcome. Graham Jones, a writer on the music industry, has a story in his latest book, The Vinyl Revival, about a record shop in Huddersfield that was visited by a group of men who studied the stock with interest. “You’ve got some cracking stuff here,” one told the manager. “Could you stay open late and I’ll go and get van?”
Rubbing his hands in expectation of a mega-sale, he readily agreed. Only it wasn’t a motor vehicle that the man came back with that evening but his boss, a Mr Morrison from Belfast. He made a few purchases but not the entire stock. “Never has a record shop staff been so disappointed to see a rock star walk through the doors,” Jones says”.
Any other record shop tales out there?
On Day 1 I decided I would listen to every record listed: you bastards – 642 different albums!! I’ve probably listened (some of these listens lasted for minutes and minutes) to around one hundred so far – my, what a strange bunch you are. To be serious for a moment, thanks to everyone who voted and thanks for opening up these ancient ears to stuff I really, really had never heard of before. 351 albums were selected only once. Earning but one measly point ie being placed in 20th place were the following poor wee lambs
Anna Ternheim – All The Way To Rio Buddy Guy – The Blues Is Alive & Well Cher – Dancing Queen Colin MacLeod – Bloodlines Curses – Romantic Fiction DJ Kush – Cosmic Yard Ed Bennett/Decibel – Togetherness Fly Vance – Live in London Gregory Alan Isakov – Evening Machines Hermit And The Recluse – Orpheus and The Sirens Larkin Poe – Venom & Faith Marcin Wasilewski Trio – Live Papa M – A Broke Moon Rises Protoje – A Matter of Time Sarah Shook & The Disarmers – Years Shame – Songs of Praise Soulwax – Essential The War And The Treaty – » Continue Reading.
….where you are spellbound by one clip and then for reasons known only to God and HP Saucecraft it follows up with something that makes you go “Bloody Hell , that’s good???
It’s hell here at 2018 Album of The Year HQ: my typing fingers are broken, my brain is befuddled and still the votes keep pouring in!
However, many of you no-goods have yet to list your fave albums of the year (and don’t forget you can choose any number you like as long as the maximum 20 is not exceeded).
Christmas is nearly here and whilst the voting does not close until midnight on the 31st December why not make my job a little easier by voting NOW?
My policy is never to name names but here is just a random selection of those yet to get their arse in gear: Moose, the cheshirecat, Gary, chiz, Dr Volume, Vulpes Vulpes, Mousey, Kid Dynamite, deramdaze, rigiddigit, ruff diamond, pawsforthought and Moose. Apologies if any of these has actually voted – my brain is still reeling from the 4923 different records selected so far, only 26 of whom I actually recognise.
Given nothing away I can reveal as of today it’s all very close at the top of the leaderboard so every vote does indeed count!
Right, here we go. You can list up to twenty albums ( any more than that will be ignored – and you really should get out more). First on your list will be awarded twenty points, next nineteen and so on. You have until midnight 31st December to submit your choices and only “new” records released in 2018 will be considered. Results will be announced in January assuming I can remember how to set up a spreadsheet.
I think it’s great that amongst all this box set madness there’s still young men out there boppin’ away
https://youtu.be/XFakdI1n58wVideo can’t be loaded: Her’s at Paste Studio NYC live from The Manhattan Center (https://youtu.be/XFakdI1n58w)
I take everything back about all these bloody boxsets – old Scots guy dies and knocks on heaven’s door
Wednesday morning at five o’clock as the day begins. Outside the first bus of the day chugs its way along Sinclair Road. Disconsolate and weary travellers stare blankly out through the fogged-up windows at the grey and desolate wasteland that signposts the way to their next six-till-two shift. Mary, as quiet as a church mouse when the church cat begins its night patrol, puts on her clothes. These are not her office clothes, not the threadbare, shiny blue two-piece she wears every weekday to the factory in Berryden where she works as a Pay Clerk. This is the dress she wears on Saturday evenings when she meets Carole and Anne and Rosie at The Monkey House at seven o’clock. Rosie is always late but that’s ok, the other three chatter and shriek, shriek and chatter amidst all the other young men and young women waiting for each other’s buses to arrive. It’s Saturday night, a lemonade shandy at Ma Camerons, a shared packet of ready-salted crisps whilst they tell each other every piece of gossip, every momentous event of the past seven days, trying not to buy another round because they need all their money for later, avoiding the scowls » Continue Reading.