Sounds like the lyrics were generated from a “you too can write a Stones song” bot
Mrs M and I went out for dinner the other night, with an old friend and her new chap and another friend of hers who we like very much. So nice company.
The restaurant was a local Japanese, where you’re expected to share plates. Which we did, and it was excellent food, beautifully presented, but tiny servings. Mrs M and I walked home afterwards both feeling that we hadn’t had enough to eat, and that we’d have to fill up with a piece of toast (with our cup of tea while we watched Unforgotten).
Personally I’d rather choose something from a menu and have my own plate of food in front of me, and share if someone wanted to try it (I usually do this anyway) and have the option of sampling someone else’s if they offer.
One problem with the place we went to was that there were 5 of us but everything came in plates of 4 things – dumplings, sushi etc. So unless there was some awkward conversation about “who wants just half” and even more awkward slicing, someone had to miss out.
Also, say you have one super delicious prawn gyoza, you’re probably going to want » Continue Reading.
So, I have noticed over the last few years that people don’t reply to emails.
Some do. Best mates do, maybe a day or two late. Also people you are working with, when both your lives depend on sorting stuff out.
The ones that don’t – well, I send reminders, and if they’re “cold calls” I usually send something along the lines of “hi, just resending by this in case it went to your junk mail or spam”
But then there’s always texts. Instant replies. Except no – not now. People don’t even bother to reply to texts.
Oh OK then I’ll call you, like we did in the old days. Except I then get that most ancient of responses – voicemail
Is this just me?
Amanda Palmer is quite amazing. At the very least she’s interesting. Bear with me here…
I first heard of her maybe ten years ago when she was despised and hated on Twitter and FB because she seemed to be asking for musicians to play with her for the glory of just that – playing with her, a Famous Person, but she wouldn’t pay them a guaranteed fee.
As a musician I was not impressed and joined the chorus of indignant musos who expressed the opinion that someone in her position should cough up the $$ to pay her sidemen/sidewomen.
Since then…skip a few years…here’s what I think…
First of all she got stranded in New Zealand in March 2020 halfway through a planned world tour. She’s still there.
Secondly, the place she was stranded in, Havelock North, is close to where a good friend of mine lives, and he’s connected with her. And connection is her whole thing.
On my friend’s recommendation I read her book “The Art Of Asking”. It’s an extraordinary account of her life as a performer, from starting out as one of those performance art statues you see in public places, to being one half of » Continue Reading.
I love fish and chips. This New Yorker article is mouth-watering.
My current favourite place in Sydney is just down the road from where I do my weekly radio show (www.eastsidefm.org/onesizefitsall seeing you asked).
It’s called Fish Butchery and is run by a chef whose schtick is that he uses every part of the fish. But apart from that Blumenthal-like high end gastronomy, they do great battered f&c. If you’re ever in Sydney go there.
When I was a kid my family would regularly go to a suburb of Wellington NZ called Island Bay and get fish and chips for lunch. We’d drive round the bay and park in a little off road spot and solemnly eat our f&c, which at the time were wrapped in newspaper. My Mum always remarked how she always found interesting things to read she’d missed. I used to like reading the classified ads. Mum and Dad would have a can of beer. afterwards we’d drive home via the Art Gallery, which at the time my sister and I hated, but I now remember fondly.
So let’s have you fish and chips submissions. Two things
1. The best fish and chips in your part of » Continue Reading.
I was talking with an old friend the other day and we recalled the time Talking Heads came to Wellington, New Zealand, in 1979. My ONLY memories of that show are firstly that the band seemed really nervous, and secondly that someone in the audience yelled out “TINAAAA!!!” and Tina Weymouth looked slightly embarrassed. However my friend also recalled that she broke a string on her bass, and continued playing her bass parts on a guitar. I would have thought I’d remember that, being a musician myself. And thinking about it now – what band would do an international tour without either spare instruments or at least bass strings? (Mind you, bass strings rarely break).
Anyway it made me think about what I remember from concerts/gigs/shows I’ve seen in the past, and – I’ve noticed this before – often I remember very little, if anything, about them.
For example, Little Feat came to Wellington NZ in 1976. The only 2 things I remember are the giant cactuses on the stage, and the roadie who gave them all a towel as they walked off stage, and Kenny Gradney threw his back at him. I have no memory of the songs they » Continue Reading.
So it seems an Australian classic pop hit has reached the – er, “coveted Christmas No 1” spot.
Sadly, IMHO it’s not the best song by this great Australian band, who had several hits – I’ll post my favourite in the comments…
But also, tragically, this has happened almost a year to the day since the song’s composer and singer Andrew “Greedy” Smith passed away suddenly after a heart attack.
RIP Greedy, and please, if you love good songwriting, check out Reg Mombassa and Peter O’Doherty’s project Dog Trumpet.
Again, see comments
I really wanted to like this book. And Chris Frantz. I pre-ordered it, because I read promo interviews with CF who sounded like such a nice guy and hey – he’s a successful musician in a band I love, he’s stayed married to the bass player and if he’s got a few gripes with the lead singer – well what’s new?
As the subtitle to Remain In Love says it’s a rock ’n roll love story – Talking Heads, Tom Tom Club, Tina (Weymouth, in case you’ve got this far and don’t know who I’m talking about)
And it’s all beautiful. He’s a kid from Kentucky, Dad’s in the army, he discovers Marvin Gaye and black music, finds his way into a band, but also he’s an art student, and ends up at the Rhode Island School Of Design, where he meets the aforementioned Tina W and the devil in the detail, David Byrne.
It turns out (according to CF) that he and Tina wrote Psycho Killer. And a few other early hits. It took a while for DB to credit them (heard this story before?) And don’t mention Brian Eno, who doesn’t get a good rap here.
This is a very Australian thing.
It even made the New York Times – see the link.
What happened was, an Australian cabinet minister had an affair with a staffer, the relationship was outed on (surprisingly) the Murdoch media (surprisingly because the Murdoch media supports the ruling Coalition parties here in Australia ie the conservative “Liberal” and “National” parties) – this all happened a couple of years ago.
The then Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull instituted what became known as the “Bonk Ban” – ie minsters and staffers were forbidden from having relationships (this is all true).
Then in recent days a TV show revealed more indiscretions between cabinet minsters and staffers.
Blah blah blah.
So there has been discussion here in Australia about what have become colloquially known as “bonk bans” between people who work together.
Speaking as someone who met his wife of 32 years in the workplace I am just gobsmacked at this as a ridiculous proposition, although I take the point that in the higher echelons of the political world, and actually in lots of workplaces, women get the rough end of the pineapple (as we say in Australia) – ie men take advantage of them and » Continue Reading.
Bones Hillman, born Wayne Stevens, was a New Zealand bass player who is famous for his involvement in two bands from down under – The Swingers and Midnight Oil.
The Swingers, the brainchild of Split Enz founder Phil Judd, had a huge hit with Counting The Beat in 1981, and a couple of other hits before dissolving a few years later. Bones lasted slightly longer with Midnight Oil, joining them in 1987 (great story about how that happened in the Audio Culture article) for 15 years, and then again – he’s on their latest record.
I actually shared a house with Phil Judd in Auckland when The Swingers were forming – his bedroom was full of tape recorders and he never spoke to anyone – and he is still making absolutely brilliant pop records. I never met Bones, who was by all accounts the classic Kiwi top bloke.
I’ll put some more clips and links in the comments. He was a great musician.
I’m unsure about even posting this
But also, I think it’s important.
We all know that our musical heroes are flawed.
But this is kind of shit.
I think the underlying concerns are important, whether it’s someone famous or not.
This was posted on FaceBook. Thanks to Steve Bradley, wherever/whoever you are. It’s a great read. 1,2,3,4 ………
Who’s gold cigarette lighter was worth more than a car? Who climbed back into his car after crashing it? What was left in a car after John died? Beatles historian Steve Bradley takes the road that stretches out ahead…
Ringo was the first of the Beatles to buy a car – although he wasn’t actually a Beatle yet. In 1959 he bought his first wheels from Liverpool drummer Johnny Hutchinson, a Standard Vanguard Estate (station wagon), hand-painted (not sprayed) in red and white. He needed an Estate for the same reason Johnny had – big enough to carry a drum kit. The days of carrying drums on a bus and carrying from bus stop to venue were over. Ringo didn’t let the fact he had neither driving licence nor insurance deter him from enjoying the freedom the car gave him.
By 1962 he was earning more and upgraded to a two-year-old Ford Zodiac in cream and eau-de-nil, which is pale green to you and me (registration number NWM466). Later in the year he would load his drums into this car in » Continue Reading.
Exhibit No 1 – “Eloise”
I heard this on a Classic Hits radio station I have on the car radio for when the news stations get too grim, which is increasingly happening these days. And I haven’t heard it for ages. Bloody hell it’s such a HUGE production.
According to Wikipedia the song was written by Barry Ryan’s brother Paul Ryan, who locked himself away for 3 days to write it, and it was influenced by MacArthur Park, another utterly “Pomp and Circumstance” overblown classic. And JP and JPJ from Led Zep possibly played on it, not that you’d know. I’d love to know who did the orchestration. It’s OTT and very well done – JPJ?
Anyway, what are our favourite (or notable) “Pomp and Circumstance” hits?
So the big news in Australia this week has been the passing of Helen Reddy, who had the huge hit “I Am Woman” in 1971. And a few other hits as well. She was a local girl made good – went to the US with a 3 year old and $200 in her pocket and became a star. Aussies love those kind of stories. And it is a great story.
In 1971 I was a frustrated 17 year old in my first year at university (yeah, way too young), more interested in Neil Young, Led Zeppelin and ELP than the pop singles of the day. However, I remember my mother talking about “I Am Woman”. She loved it. Mum was a frustrated feminist. She was a gentle soul, actually very happy to be the Good Wife while recognising that the feminist movement happening at the time was a Good Thing. I remember her saying to me that she thought the song was WONDERFUL, and singing the lines “yes I am wise but it’s wisdom born of pain”. I guess it was water off a duck’s back for me at the time, being a testosterone filled idiot, but it’s a very » Continue Reading.
In a recent Word Podcast, David and Mark discuss that recent Rolling Stone best 500 Albums list, in which Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On is Number One. DH refers to it as a “hammock album” – one great track to start (the title track), one to end (Inner City Blues), but a bit saggy in the middle. I must say I kind of agree, although I do love those two tracks.
But I can’t off the top of my head think of another hammock album…over to youse…
So for me the bands/music I just never understood, or was interested in, included…
The Velvet Underground Van Morrison Bruce Springsteen
and a whole lot of others…
And the ones I DID get, which a whole lot of other people didn’t…
Frank Zappa Steely Dan The Beatles
So I’m wondering if it’s possible to discuss these things in some kind of amenable manner.
How do we do this? I think it’s important to sort this in the current world climate – which is way too divided at the moment. The whole political discourse is too confronting in an absolute manner that is unproductive. Republicans vs Democrats in the US is the obvious international example. I’m not sure if anyone follows Australian politics here but it’s pretty confrontational. And I’m completely confused by UK politics.
Us And Them, to quote one of those bands for which I have mixed feelings.
So is there a way we can express our differences and continue dialogue? We can be quite good at this here, we can also have stupid unproductive opinionated brain farts.
So here’s a start – just at random for me, let’s take Van Morrison (just cos he’s been in the news)
I’m watching the rugby league in Australia. More involved in it than ever. We cancelled our Foxtel (= Sky I think in the UK) subscription at the beginning off the pandemic business (looking at our budget), so I watch the 3 free -to-air-games each week (out of 8 altogether).
Rugby Union – separate NZ and Australian Super Rugby comps, none on free-to-air, so not following them. There will be test matches later this year but no idea who will broadcast them.
Cricket – wrong time of year here in Australia – have read about England’s recent matches but there’s no live broadcast here. England won the current Twenty 20 series 2-1 vs Australia, and Aus won the first ODI. I’m curious about whether the Melbourne Boxing Day Test will go ahead in Melb – that would be a massive change here in Australia.
The net result of the Brave New World is that I watch a lot less, certainly don’t spend time flicking through the sports channels.
How about you?
This is a lovely site to click on for a few relaxing seconds. It’s the view out of people’s windows from around the world – it’s a random selection so you might start with Prague and then get one from Scotland or Columbia or anywhere. There’s something about it that’s very human, even though you rarely see actual people – occasionally there’s someone walking in the street outside. But basically it’s the view from inside someone’s house, looking out a window. That’s it. I find myself drawn to it every day and keep the tab open in my browser.
OK back to work…
Dry July is a concept by which we measure our pain. No seriously, it’s a thing here in Australia – is it in the UK and other places? You swear off alcohol for a month and donate $ to a charity, not quite sure how that works and I don’t bother with that part of it. For me it’s about laying off the grog for a time and taking care of my liver. I did it last year and lasted 20 days, here we are just over halfway through the month and I’m going OK. Enjoying the clear head in the evening and better sleep at night. I’m not sure I’ll make it to the 31st, but if I can improve on last year I’ll be happy.
Anyway I was wondering
1. If anyone else is doing this, and 2. If you’ve ever done one of these monthly things – here we have “Movember” where you grow a moustache and again donate to a charity. No way am I doing that.
This has been doing the rounds on FB and Twitter and every time I see it I laugh out loud at so many of the situations described. So much for being a 3rd generation New Zealander – I’m British to my core if this is any guide.
Any others to add?
• Worrying you’ve accidentally packed 3 kilos of cocaine and a dead goat as you stroll through “Nothing to declare”
• Being unable to stand and leave without first saying “right”
• Not hearing someone for the third time, so just laughing and hoping for the best
• Saying “anywhere here’s fine” when the taxi’s directly outside your front door
• Being sure to start touching your bag 15 minutes before your station, so the person in the aisle seat is fully prepared for your exit
• Repeatedly pressing the door button on the train before it’s illuminated, to assure your fellow commuters you have the situation in hand
• Having someone sit next to you on the train, meaning you’ll have to eat your crisps at home
• The huge sense of relief after your perfectly valid train ticket is accepted by the inspector
• The horror of » Continue Reading.
AW Book Review
Kenney Jones “Let The Good Times Roll”
This has been around for a couple of years now, and after waiting in vain for any Australian bookstore to stock it I ended up ordering it from Book Depository (free shipping to Australia – you gotta love that).
Like a lot of drummers I suppose, Kenney is kind of the forgotten man of the bands he was in – The Small Faces – almost the second best band of the sixties – and then The Faces and The Who. I’m rather ashamed to say I thought he was a bit thick, having heard his pretty unenlightening answers on the Word podcast back when the book was released. But actually he is no fool, and writes splendidly, at least at the beginning of this very readable book. He’s pretty honest too, especially about his relationship with Roger Daltrey, and admits he was wrong about a couple of issues he took a stand on back in those days.
But of course it’s the story of The Small Faces that is most engaging, one I knew about already of course, having read Ian MacLagan’s book “All The Rage” » Continue Reading.
So David Hepworth and Mark Ellen are milking/monetising their public podcasting relationship.
I have to say I still find them entertaining (partly because I’m in their age group) and they talk so well together.
And while I enjoy the WIYE podcasts I find myself baulking at paying up at these rates. 3 quid a month for a mention? 5 quid a month to get it a day before anyone else. Not bloody likely! Etc…
OTOH I do like the old buggers, and while Hepworth is irritating as always, he does have a way with words. And I keep listening to their rantings.
This is the 25th crime novel in the Inspector Banks series, and it’s a cracker. For those unfamiliar with these books, the hero is the aforementioned DCI Alan Banks, who’s based in the fictional Yorkshire town of Eastvale. Banks is getting on (aren’t we all) but still remarkably keen on locking up villains in the best UK police procedural tradition. I’ve been hooked on these books since the first one “Gallows View” was published in the late 80s.
In the tradition of this genre “Careless Love” begins with the discovery of a body, followed closely by another, and then takes us on the journey of finding out whodunnit. The classic scenario. But Robinson’s writing is infused with beautifully written detail, in his description of the Yorkshire dales, the mythical picturesque town of Eastvale and his relationships with his co-workers – you know the sort of thing. And he has arguments with his younger colleagues, particularly DS Annie Cabbot, with whom he has had – er, a relationship, in previous novels.
You may have seen the TV series based on these books, which is OK, sometimes combining different books into one story, which kind of pisses me off but they’re done » Continue Reading.
Wow, don’t know how long this has been up but it’s fascinating. The “stems’ (21st century word for “tracks”) from Like A Rolling Stone – Bob’s vocal, guitar and harmonica on one, drums and organ on another, another guitar on the next one and finally bass and piano. The latter is intriguing – they are just NOT TOGETHER! But as with so many of these things, once you hear the whole mix it is of course brilliant. The piano is quite low in the final mix but it’s there.
I’ve heard a few of these things – there are Fabs examples all over the internet. At the Rolling Stones exhibition a few years ago there were, from memory, 8 songs you could listen to, and the two things that stood out for me were, first of all Nick Hopkins’ piano (on I think Angie) – he had such a beautiful melodic sense and his sense of time and rhythm was immaculate. The other one that was a surprise was Start Me Up – Mick Jagger’s solo vocal is full of spit and mutterings that most engineers would get rid of these days.
Anyway, I’m off to, er, play a decent » Continue Reading.
Last month Mrs M’s Uncle A passed away. He was eighty-something, a man of his generation – ie very set in his ways about the role of women in his and everyone’s life, and very definite about his taste in music (strictly classical) and books.
The latter consisted of mainly what I think of as old-fashioned thrillers – where men were men and women knew their place. Which is not to denigrate that sort of writing – as a sixty-something person I grew up with Ian Fleming in print and on screen and still read/watch the best of it. Uncle A also enjoyed more contemporary writers who admittedly write in that passé manner – Lee Child, Daniel Silva and so on. We would occasionally swap books and on the occasions when we saw each other – usually family birthdays and occasions – it was a good conversation to have with him. He was a bit of a grumpy old bugger but I quite liked him and we got on well.
Anyway, a few weeks ago Mrs M’s aunt delivered a bagful of aforementioned old-fashioned thrillers to our house. About a dozen books by two of Uncle A’s favourite authors » Continue Reading.