on what to do about Brexit. Unfortunately it’s to vote down the current plan and a determination not to rule anything out. After 2 years. That’s a relief, then
Due to a serendipitous (yeeesss) mistype while attempting to download “Rain on The Roof,” as portrayed by Hugh Grant in the end-credits of the wonderful “Paddington 2” I came up with a spiffing idea*: the movie mash-up.
I am now imagining the Peruvian-bear-cum merchandising-colossus injected into a virtual reality survival game, with added Eighties hair. Give “it” up for PaddingTron!
Yes! Simply amend the title of a movie to include another movie title!
* I know, it’s probably been seen as Twitter and Facebook memes for years already. Well, now it’s here! Lighten up you big grump 🙂
Don’t get me wrong, I like a bit of the “nicer” end of jazz, not so much the challenging chin-stroking stuff you are supposed to like once you “get into” it. I am listening to ‘Mingus Ah-Um’ as I type this, and wonderful joyous life-affirming music it is, too. There’s even one on there that sounds like the 60’s Batman TV theme.
But for a genre that prides itself on improvising – indeed that’s the stated USP of it – I wonder why people revere LP’s that are by their nature one-offs, captured forever in time.
NO doubt this has been answered many times by clever people, but I ask again: what (apart from capturing a lovely song) is the point of recorded jazz?
I was so excited to have a nice holiday this year I just forgot about the WC. So we are in the air on our way home duirng the final. I know, save your sympathy…
Anyway, any globetrotters out there know of a decent bar (sitting down, not too many expats about covers it) in Manhattan/Long Island for watching the semis?
I find out today that “Alaska … has more cases of botulism than any other state in the United States of America. This is caused by the traditional Eskimo practice of allowing animal products such as whole fish, fish heads, walrus, sea lion, and whale flippers, beaver tails, seal oil, birds, etc., to ferment for an extended period of time before being consumed.”
Truly we live in an age of wonders. I was born in a world when no-one had walked on the moon, and smallpox still existed. And everybody thought flared trousers had disappeared forever. Now we have the internet and are going to send people to Mars. If we can just stop being twats to other people because their imaginary guy is different to ours then it’d be a Golden Age
When I listen to music in digital form, I am an inveterate (some might say invertebrate) shuffler. However there are certain artists that I love, who force me to load up a load more of their stuff and just binge.
For me it’s Lewis Taylor, Steely Dan, They Might Be Giants, and Mr. Bowie.
It doesn’t happen with most artists. I don’t know if it’s that my tastes are congealing and shrinking to a narrow list of artists as I get older. I’d like to think not – I have plenty of new tracks (if not loads of new LPs).
At the risk of creating yet another list thread, does this happen to you?
His Washington visit has been a masterclass in how to handle the world’s most important narcissist. The buddying-up yesterday followed by the perfectly nuanced dissing of Trump policies in his speech to Congress today.
I’ve been reading stories from the marches that took place yesterday throughout the USA – and many other countries – protesting against gun laws. There are wonderful, moving accounts from witnesses, survivors and bereaved relatives. It strikes me that there is an almost schizophrenic split between these people and the politicians who supposedly represent them, who have to perform amazing feats of logic and self delusion in order to persuade themselves that their stance is moral.
I have seen quotes from commentators who are likening this groundswell of anger from many quarters to the protests at the start of the Civil Rights movement in the Sixties. I hope that this turns out to be true – many of these protesters are young and will be voting for the first time in the next USA election. Let’s hope it maintains its momentum.
It’s not showing on my last post.
Edit: ignore – she has returned. Soz n that
A song just popped on the Shuffle from an LP that I don’t know at all well. One of those that you get in a weak moment because critical opinion. “Hang on,” I said – to myself of course, largely because I knew no-one else in the house would give a flying one – “hang on, that sounds just like him out of the Blue Nile!” A quick visit to Wikipedia later confirms the encyclopedic breadth/colossal waste of time of my useless pop trivia knowledge.
This is an edited list of the guest personnel on that LP:
Rick Danko Bruce Hornsby Neil Young Aaron Neville Ginger Baker Mike Mills Paul Buchanan
Any guesses? This thread may well die on its arse but a long Saturday of not doing much lies ahead (for me anyway I have a bastard of a chest infection), so who fancies a go?
Every time I visit the internet I find I stick to the same dozen or so bookmarked sites: this place, a selection of news outlets, a couple of football forums and the usual giants like ebay. Less often one of the reference library sites such as wIkipedia.
I used StumbleUpon many years ago until it got monetised and ruined. I would imagine there are similar services but I never find the time to investigate them. There must be millions of places out there that I never go to.
So how do you keep the internet fresh and exciting? Do you just not bother looking for new sites, like me, and remain in a happy blinkered state? Or is the answer just “facebook or twitter, stupid,” neither of which I use?
How many weeks at £350m does that add up to?
we had a new site tagline? The Prince sentiment is fine but it was last year.
.. traffic on t’Afterword seems to have increased quite a bit in the last week.
So stomachs, right. They do the hard work of breaking down your food. I get that.
clicking with your mouse on the black bar that runs along the top of this site (where it say “Hi, user name” and so on) scrolls the page back to the top.
Today I am “working” from home, my media serving device of choice set to Shuffle.
I’ve just listened to the above CCRE track – Sweet Hitch Hiker – how very David Brent. The none-more-Seventies title isn’t what struck me though, it’s the way Mr Fogerty adds another syllable to the chorus in order, I guess, not to disrupt the rhythm. So we end up with “sweet ah hitch hiker” and It’s not tucked away in one line, it’s the backbone of the chorus. He’s throwing it my face. After the first one it’s all I can think about when I listen, to the point where I actually start to dread the arrival of the chorus. No mean feat in a song lasting just 2:55.
It seems that “A crowdfunding campaign to erect a permanent memorial to David Bowie has been launched by a team of south London designers.”
Now I don’t like the idea myself – do they think prople are going to be interested enough in his work after seeing this that they’ll become fans?
My idea is a Black Star (yes!) in some form or other, perhaps on the pavement somewhere significant. Heddon Street for example, the place where the coer for Ziggy was shot. Any better ideas?
Just having a (nother) Bowie blowout now the in-laws have departed.
Yes I know there have been more important world events this year, but this hit me more than Syria, Brexit or Trump. If that makes me shallow then so be it 🙂
We shan’t see his like for a while. Roll on 2017. Hope yours is better than this year.
Yep Grime, the latest sound sensation!
I left YouTube running last Saturday after listening to the above Kano track (which is a better song on the same subject matter as “Summertime” by DJ Jazzy “Jeff”, kids). Next thing I know I am totally sucked in and searching the web for decent examples if the genre. Alas I have no idea where to start & don’t want to get any old rubbish.
So please post some examples of classic Grime. Go as far back as you like, I certainly won’t be criticising your hip quotient… TIA
I’m lazier than most when it comes to posting thread starters, but really – nothing?
I’m posting this just before the rsult is announced, but I’ll let the picture say it all for me. I don’t want Bowie to win by the way.
“… Jesus Quintana.”
Going Places is an upcoming 2017 American crime comedy film directed, written by and starring John Turturro, acting as both a remake of the 1974 controversial French film of the same name by Bertrand Blier, and a spin-off to the 1998 cult film The Big Lebowski by the Coen brothers, from which Turturro reprises his role as Jesus Quintana.
Like the original Going Places, it follows a trio of sexually-depraved misfits, played by Turturro, Bobby Cannavale, and Audrey Tautou.
Please be great, Pleeeease.
(Imagine a picture of John Turturro from The Big Lebowski here)
“His velvet falsetto and incomparable mastery of lyrical verse have created a tapestry of hits that have transcended generations and become a mainstay in American pop music,” the Library of Congress said in a statement.
The Gershwin Prize is awarded to a living songwriter who exemplifies “the standard of excellence associated with George and Ira Gershwin, by promoting the genre of song as a vehicle of cultural understanding; entertaining and informing audiences; and inspiring new generations.” The past winners are Willie Nelson, Billy Joel, Carole King, the songwriting duo of Burt Bacharach and Hal David, Paul McCartney, Stevie Wonder and Paul Simon.”
Well deserved in my book. I second that admiration.
Next month Odelay is twenty years old.
This idea popped, totally unprompted by anything (OK, OK a suggestion on another thread), into my head. What song would best show off the breadth of your taste, the width of your stomach and the height of your talent?
I have been asked by people to do “Wichita Lineman” – in another venue to theirs preferably – and unscientific listening tests in the shower have confirmed its suitability for my vocal range. Bingo Little mentioned quite coyly on that other thread that he has a song all ready to go should he be asked. So, what’s yours?