After all these years, Blue Peter are still doing the Advent Crown.
What does it sound like?:
In the year 2000, David Bowie headlined Glastonbury and played 21 of his best known songs to a crowd of at least 250,000 people. So many entered the site without a ticket, the following year’s festival was cancelled because of safety fears and by 2002 they built a fence. Those that were there described the performance as bliss. No less an authority than Emily Eavis rates it as the finest Glastonbury set in the festival’s history. It is regarded as a triumphant return by an artist whose album sales had diminished during the nineties and hadn’t played a greatest hits package for well over a decade. This release consists of two CDs, a DVD of the entire performance, nicely wrapped up in a Jonathan Barnbrook cover and notes written by Caitlin Moran, who was at the concert.
The band oozes class. Mike Garson is, by some distance, the best Bowie pianist (Rick Wakeman’s contribution to Hunky Dory was as a session musician). Earl Slick vies with Mick Ronson for the number one axeman slot. Gail Ann Dorsey and Sterling Campbell are an excellent rhythm section, second only in the Bowie parthenon to George Murray » Continue Reading.
Bad News get the deluxe box set treatment.
The “Bootleg” cd looks to be a must as it includes two live shows,one from Hammersmith and their legendary Donington Monsters Of Rock Show from 1986
Reggae is “cerebral, socio-political, sensual and spiritual,” said Unesco. Quite right, too.
Please post your favourite Reggae songs here.
To kick things off, this is the track that started it all, The Maytals – Do The Reggay.
Continuing my plan to avoid going old prematurely I have arranged for my wife and I to go to our first festival next year – Cambridge Folk Festival in case you are interested.
The last time I had a tent was in the summer of 76 when I inter-railed Europe with my mate. To be honest it was his tent and he did the putting up etc – I was a bit like Art Garfunkel in as much as my job was knocking in the guides or whatever you call them.
Anyway I will need to buy a tent – does anyone have any recommendations? I need easy to assemble and waterproof. The rest I can take care of.
Years ago I had a book that provided a short biography for many bands from the late 50s. At the top of every biography was a ‘classic line-up’. For some (e.g. The Beatles, Led Zeppelin or Queen) this is easily agreed upon. For others (The Rolling Stones, The Byrds, Fleetwood Mac, Pink Floyd) the decision is not so apparent.
So my question is, can we agree on the most important line-up for all these bands with a revolving door policy of members?
In reply to “Desperate of Tigtown”, who is searching for a good Xmas present for his better half, I suggested that a DVD of a good comedy film or TV series is never wrong. And then I remembered how fiendishly difficult it is to find something that you can be 100% sure another person will find amusing.
Take Mrs KFD and me. When she is crying her eyes out I am sitting there baffled and unamused. Or vice versa. Part of this may be a language or a cultural thing in our case. But then again we both think that Robert Gustavsson, officially “Sweden’s funniest man”, is just not very amusing.
So when we do find something that we both enjoy it is a minor miracle. As to finding something that will also make our surly 15 year old son laugh, that just is not going to happen.
And then we discovered Friday Night Dinner.
And laughed and laughed and laughed.
An extremely ridiculous, extremely Jewish, family sitcom set in North London would not have been an obvious choice for a programme that would unite us in laughter. However the script and the comic timing of the cast are » Continue Reading.
Regular Afterworders will know I’m a huge fan of smiley, deep-voiced troubadour Sarah McQuaid – who combines Chicago, Spanish, Irish and, some say, Polish ancestry with living a couple of miles from Land’s End.
Barring John O’Groats, it’s hard to imagine anywhere on mainland Great Britain less conducive to being a starting point for international touring. Nevertheless, McQuaid manages to create epic touring schedules, accompanied by trusty driver/sound engineering wizard/minder/manager Martin Sainsbury.
Her current three-month, 62-show international tour winds up this week. It’s incredible to me that anyone can pull such tours together on a one-person cottage industry basis. Hats’ off to her!
With some people, one can admire the effort but not be keen on the artistry. Luckily, I find Sarah’s artistry at least the equal of her industry!
Tonight, she’ll be at the old fire station in Carlisle, Thursday at Rothbury Roots in Northumberland, Friday at Armandaleg Music in the Old Baptist Chapel (John Moore Museum) in Tewkesbury, Saturday at South Devon Music in the Dolphin Hotel, Bovey Tracey, and Sunday at Old Bakery Studios in Truro, Cornwall.
Then I presume she goes home and hibernates for a week before creating similar epic tours for next year.
Santa Claus is coming to town and I have run out of ideas.
What are you buying your better half?
That wag, Sir Thomas Beecham, once described the harpsichord as sounding like “two skeletons copulating on a tin roof in a thunderstorm. ”
When I mentioned this, our resident wag, Moose the Mooche commented: “For most of the good burghers of the AW, the harpsichord can only signify the gothic chamber pop of the late 1960s, usually played by chaps sporting multicoloured shirts and bloody great ‘taches.”
A new genre for me! I know nothing about either gothic chamber pop. Or, for that fact, the love live of skeletons.
If anyone would care to enlighten men on either topic, I would be most grateful. Here are Rasputina whose chamber pop is decidedly gothic.
Sir Thomas was famed for his words of wisdom.
“Try everything once, except folk dancing and incest.”
The Pharcyde’s brilliant Ya Mama has, for some twenty five years now, received regular spins down here in the sewers, being one of the great call-and-response holler along songs (if not the most politically correct – HOW FAT IS SHE?!!!!). But – and let me reiterate 25 YEARS LATER – it’s taken this skillfully animated Iron Mike Eagle video for me to understand one of the lines properly. It’s true one of the joys of early hip hop records was trying to figure out what they were talking about (how quaint now to recall that when we received a pre-release copy of Public Enemy’s 911Is A Joke we had no idea what “dialing 911” referred to. “Hey, it’s Flav”, we decided, “why would it mean anything?”) but the Pharcyde’s takedown of Ya Mama with its list of her assorted quirks: “(she’s) got a glass eye with a fish in it”, “she’s as old as dirt”, “..got a peg leg with a kickstand” (handsomely illustrated with a grotesque cartoon cover) included what, to me, was the straightforward line “Ya Mama’s got an Afro with a chin strap” which I confidently concluded was an implication that she was bald and bewigged (the » Continue Reading.
“The French Pogues” are releasing a 3CD+DVD anthology boxset, 2CD best of, and five vinyl reissues. Cheaper from Pledge than elsewhere and the box is availabel signed for, as these things go, a reasonable price.
Mano Negra were my favourite Franch band, but LNV came a very close second.
Better start saving folks… 2019 will see a CD / Blu Ray box set of the classic Tangerine Dream Virgin years (1974 – 79) which have been remastered by none other that Steven Wilson.
No details yet – supposed to be out in April and rumours suggest in may be a 20 disc set that includes at least some of the albums in 5.1 surround. If it includes Phaedra and Stratosfear in 5.1, then its going to be difficult to resist for me……
I have been amusing/appalling my teenage children by speaking their language at random times.
I get tips from a young colleague at work and drop these phrases in when talking to them. I have to be careful though, sometimes I say things that are sooo 2015 i.e. I might as well be saying Arthur Askey catchphrases.
So here’s my helpful guide for when you are in the terrifying position of having to converse with young people.
Woke = aware, you know what’s what, particularly on ethical matters On feek = on point, you’re hitting the spot Fire = a really good pop song “that’s fire” Lit = a successful party, or fun experience Yeet! = acknowledging a really good thing, like a Baskeball three-pointer The T = gossip, the inside word
Now you can be trendy again at a local milk bar. You’re welcome. Just don’t – ever – dab.
It’s that time of year when the BBC and others issue their ‘acts to watch out for in 2019’ but I was just wondering what does that *mean* anymore?
I suppose it used to be relatively simple. One hit and an appearance on TOTP or Ed Sullivan propelled a band or artist into the stratosphere. Now it’s changed. No one bothers with the charts. There is no pop telly to speak of (and ‘der kids’ probably wouldn’t be watching anyway). There are still successful acts out there but music is more fragmented than ever and bands or singers that many of us have never heard of can easily fill the Albert Hall without ever getting ‘a hit’ or registering with the broad sweep of the public in the same way as, say, T. Rex or Bowie once did. I keep thinking of Hepworth’s phrase- ‘it’s never been easier to play the game, but it’s never been more difficult to win’. By that I’m guessing he means that it’s never been easier for young artists to get airplay and exposure on places like the BBC but it’s never been harder to get beyond that box-ticking corporate support thingy and be » Continue Reading.
I recently did an interview on Radio Parkies to accompany my Twitter site gigarchive@gigtickets2 which I’ve set up as a repository for gig tickets and personal memories for anyone wishing to participate. Please feel free to post any you have.
In the interview there are reminisces on, and music from Skids, Tubeway Army, The Clash, Van Halen, Marillion, Iron Maiden, Public Enemy, U2, Bruce Springsteen and One Direction. Hope the link works!!
What does it sound like?:
So while having as of two years never knowingly listened to any Metallica (Enter Sandman aside) I have now spent a number of weeks closeted first with master of puppets and now …And Justice For All. It’s 147 songs in the Deluxe Box Set.
This is the senior Moles review, Daughter Moles in the comments. Hers is about ten times longer…you have been warned.
Firstly, the album itself. Daughter Moles will be riffing on the intricacies of this track played on that tour and stuff like that. The riffs are still pieces of granite, the drums thud, the guitars occasionally wail and there’s growly vocals. The songs are a bit longer than on For Whom… and in the case of To Live is to Die there are slow sections that contrast nicely with the full on sludgerama that is their default sound. On this track, there’s perhaps a whiff of a new genre emerging, thrash prog. Mmm. The slow bits could be lifted from late-70s Rush. Elsewhere, as on opener Blackened it is all thrash all the time.
Interesting that they went for a more recognisable heavy metal sound next on the » Continue Reading.
Apologies for a third Joni related post in recent days but a couple of weeks ago there was a celebration of her 75th birthday held in Los Angeles. Over two days performers including Graham Nash, James Taylor, Chaka Khan and Seal sang to the birthday girl, the videos on YouTube look like they did Joni proud. I was aware that Kris Kristofferson had some health issues but this clip puts it right out there for all to see. Brought me to tears I’m not ashamed to say. Guess we need to enjoy the oldies as long as we’ve still got them. On a positive note though, Brandi Carlile was a new artist to me until very recently, the way she leads and helps him through the song and adds incredible harmonies has made me a fan for life.
Randy Vanwarmer (vocals), Randy Bachman (guitar), Randy Meisner (bass), Randy Newman (keyboards), Randy Castillo (drums).
Let’s start a petition.
The Fall’s front man for the new fifty quid note! We the people demand it! Take back control!
Maybe we should have a referendum?
This was my favourite news from the past week. MIT (of course) boffins have invented a plane that flies with no moving parts at all. It creates ‘ionic wind’ with lots of ion particles pushed from a powerful electrical field, these then hit air molecules, push those back and voila thrust.
The video is absolutely spooky. Just a silent machine gliding through the air.
Birmingham Symphony Hall
Concerns had been raised that given the horrible album and unhappiness in Captain Brock’s starship, these orchestra concerts would be a creative and commercial flop. Not at all; live, this was Hawkwind doing what they do best, with a few orchestral flourishes and sweeps to replace the synths, with a spectacular laser show and slyly witty back projections (the “Sonic Attack” sequence, done like a public information film, was perfect). It wasn’t loud enough for me, but I think it was a good call sonically, as you could hear everything, including the lyrics that brought me back to reading “Science Fiction Monthly” and having Bruce Pennington pictures on my walls in the years before self-abuse and cool. The new band members (Dibs having left due to irreconcilable musical differences) did a good job, with the new bassist wisely adopting the middle name, “Rickenbacker”, and living up to this. Mike Batt was channelling Jocky Wilson, if his shirt was to be anything to judge by. Given the jocularity amongst the band, I reckon he could have got away with a bar of a Wombles song. If only he’d been involved with “The Clangers” – » Continue Reading.