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.
Instead of the next “review” try this – much more fun!!!
Bri is innocent you know (although perhaps still guilty)….
Remembering how glamorous it was when my parents went out of an evening and came home singing with friends who were ultimately family. The party started when they got home. This one my Uncle Steve used to sing…
I know that at this very moment somewhere on this planet Paul is doing yet another promo interview but this one is a belter. One of the incidents detailed here brings back some very embarrassing (and rather sordid) memories of a Scout weekend in The Cairngorms when a dozen teenage boys were trapped under canvas for 48 hours as the wind roared and the rain poured down
Jingsaroonie but this is good! Stevie Wonder, of course. Caledonia Soul Orchestra, most certainly. Me and Mrs W gettin’ down ? That’s later, much later
Never given proper critical acclaim The Stranglers have one hell of a musical cannon. The mid eighties recordings often get dissed amongst fans but what a beautiful song this is…
The absolute joy of the internet
Despite feeling seasick at some of the images, my thanks to my old mate Bri for this clip. “One for the hippies” he said. Ah oui..
A brilliant piece of writing which explains both the Human Condition and why Monster Munch deserve our respect. Most of the time there are no crisps in our house for the simple reason I would eat them all in one sitting. And that includes Twiglets which as everyone knows are the Work of the Devil.
Apparently Taylor Swift’s younger sister has been found alive and well in Ireland. A friend in Cambridge keeps sending me clips of her concerts and apparently her first lp “Talk of this Town” is due out today. For anyone like me who adores Taylor’s early albums when she was still Country this is like falling in love all over again
Jings but I just can’t stop laughing. Gentle lovely British humour of the highest order. Anyone else watching?
Bigger than The Beatles, that’s what they thought. Are there any other readers out there who were almost famous?
Just wondering, how many of this Top Hundred can you honestly claim to have heard of before? I accept this is posted by an old guy living in France who has no idea what’s for lunch today or who these people are but all I can manage is 11. Beat my score and I’ll send you a packet of digestives and a signed copy of my autobiography ” So many women, so little time”.