Any thoughts?

Debut album from Gizmodrome. Stewart Copeland, Mark King, Adrian Belew, Vittorio Cosma.

I’ll leave you to make your own mind up over the quality of the album

I wish I thought of this phrase, but sadly, I am not that witty and clever.

I have just read Jonathan Meades review of Slow Burn City by Rowan Moore, and I feel the entire section deserves to be posted here. He’s talking about the “Garden Bridge” which, thankfully, has been jettisoned…

“Boris Johnson, a provenly mendacious mayor; Joanna Lumley, a gurning veteran dolly bird; Thomas Heatherwick, a cute salesman for himself with an abject record of design failures, astonishingly compared by the dotard shopkeeper Terence Conran to Leonardo da Vinci: these three ‘national treasures’ should take note of Moore’s startling description of the bridge as ‘digital jism’, a useful addition to the architectural lexicon. They are of course not alone in their antinomian arrogance. One longs for a National Treasure Island, to which the professionally characterful and the strenuously lovable might be transported, there to anecdote each other to tears and expire in a storm of names dropped from a great height.”

So, apart from Boris Johnston, Joanna Lumley and Thomas Heatherwick, who deserves to be dumped onto “National Treasure Island” and why?

This is a tricky one for me to answer myself; Stephen Fry is sometimes » Continue Reading.

I`ve not watched this yet but I certainly will. Here`s the show described as “one of the greatest sets in Farm Aid history”, the performer? Neil Young. No more to be said.

Link in comments.

Everything about this video screams naff but in my warped view of the world it is one of the coolest things I’ve seen, whatever that means. Have I got this one wrong too?

So, rather than being The Nicest Man In Ever, Dave Grohl turns out to be The Actual Worst. The Rock Dad. Can there be anything worse? His 8-year-old kid wants an Imagine Dragons record (not, as the headline claims, Lana del Rey). He comes out with AC/DC because PROPER MUSIC.

Other scenes from Chez Grohl: “Happy birthday, sweetheart. I know you wanted pizza for tea, but here’s some liver and onions. It’s better.”

“Here’s twenty quid, love. Get yourself a toy.” “Oooh, how about that?” “No, not that, get the Meccano. I loved Meccano when I was your age, plus it’s educational.”

Let’s have some more from the School of Be-My-Avatar Parenting!

https://consequenceofsound.net/2017/09/dave-grohl-buys-his-8-year-old-daughter-acdc-album-instead-of-lana-del-rey/

There was a piece in the Telegraph the other day about rock star insults, though only a few were real gems worth remembering.

Such as when Peter Grant turned up at a Dylan gig and introduced himself: “Hi Bob, I’m Peter Grant, I manage Led Zeppelin”. To which His Bobness replied drily: “I don’t come to you with my problems, do I?”.

The other good one in the Telegraph was from Slash about his nemesis: “I once asked Axl why he had left off the “e” in his name and he started crying because he thought he’d spelt it right”.

Lester Bangs wrote clever insults, such as his description of Barry White “nineteen hundred pounds of pure lumbering animal, makes Leslie West look like Steven Tyler”.

Any others spring to mind?

I was brought up and went to school in a remote town in the West Highlands of Scotland. How remote? Well, we like to boast that we are the “nearest town to nowhere, furthest town town from everywhere,” and the nearest point of civilisation is Oban, which is eight days travel by sledge away. Anyway, what it means is that the wee boy shaking in the seat next to you in day one primary one is the same big boy that is telling you how he got “double tops” from Big Mary behind the bike shed last night 11 years later as you all await to see whether your exam grades are good enough to get yourself out of here and up to university in the BIg City. Any Big City. However lifelong friendships are forged through shared childhood and teenage experiences, and y’know, you get to love those guys and gals…… Lets go back to the summer of 1970 and we are all entering our sixth year… and rumour has starting to spread that one of our gang is missing… we’ll call her Louise. Louise at 16 has only done and got herself pregnant by a guy she met » Continue Reading.

Picked up Dave Stewart’s autobiography (Sweet Dreams Are Made of This) at the library and it makes for fascinating if annoying reading. I never realised he had worked with so many people. The book is just chapter after chapter of name dropping. Even during the Eurythmics he’s working with Stevie Wonder (harmonica on There Must Be An Angel) and Stevie Nicks, simultaneously (or so it seems). And among others there are Clem Burke, Terry Hall (Vegas), Dylan, Harrison, Jagger, Elton, Bowie, Bryan Ferry, Tom Petty, Bono …

He seems like a nice guy but unfortunately the book gives little real insight into what inspires him or how he works.

For much of it he comes across a bit like Gary Bloke from Celeb cartoon. A typical bit might read:

“I was playing tennis with Tony Blair and Paul Allen from Microsoft at my second new property in Cannes when the maid told me there was a strange woman in our living room. Remembering the words of Deepak Chopra (or was it Nelson Mandela?): “A stranger is just a friend you have not yet met” I went inside to find Katy Perry lying on the floor tapping out a » Continue Reading.

Just seen a Currys PCWorld advert in which the presenter talks about “haitch-dee” [three mentions, so it’s no slip of the tongue]. I can’t believe nobody picked that up before they committed it to VT or whatever the F they use these days.

It’s “aitch”, you ignorant pricks.

Honestly, I can’t live on this planet any longer.