I’m really sick of the Rolling Stones.
Your go.
How are you feeling?
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Musings on the byways of popular culture
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Hungry.
Just about to prepare myself a corned beef, coleslaw and horseradish sauce sarnie.
Listening to some nice live bluegrass by Vassar Clements & friends.
Very certain I missed the point of that, first time around.
I’m vaguely underwhelmed by the Velvet Underground
Good work.
I’m seriously pleased with the Sex Pistols, but catatonically raging about the Cockney Rejects
I lurrrve the Lurkers.
A bit like Buddy Holly – because it’s raining in my heart. Hopefully the warfarin will deal to that.
I’m deeply concerned for David Crosby
Not offended by New Order
Jolly delighted by Joy Division, don’tcha know!
I’m farting clouds of fetid chuffs with Fairport Convention but feeling cheerful nonetheless.
I will never ever understand Neu
👍
I’ve been listening to Hugh Hopper…..and I’m sad…..
After a day looking at three (count ’em, three) art exhibitions in Aix (where, forget Dublin, the girls are SO pretty) I’m lying on my hotel bed with a glass of Provencal pink whilst my love gently sleeps. Feeling kinda mellow yellow, since you ask
Lovely Lodestone; alliteration’s assential.
I feel good. Rockin’ away to ‘Who Do We Think We Are’. In particular the track ‘Place in Line’ – the song that convinced me at 14 yrs I should continue to play the guitar because I could play that too. True.
Apprehensive, as I am preparing to take my first solo holiday. On Friday I set sail for the Mediterranean for 17 nights. Definitely, apprehensive.
A cruise? Excellent choice, sir! You’ll find that the solo traveller is well catered for. I hope that you enjoy it – I’m sure you will.
Got the wrong bus going to pick my car up from the garage. Stuck by the roaring and frankly terrifying A23 in the rain before two lovely people stopped and gave me a lift up the road to the garage. Faith in human nature well and truly restored.
Now? In bed (early start tomorrow) watching 2001.
Khachaturian makes me cack meself.
I am, however, increasingly fairly cautious about Fairport Convention. And badly dealt dirty deeds, begorrah, by the Bonzos.
I’m really annoyed with Ryan Adams
I’m a careful driver considering I listen to AC/DC on the road.
I am blissfully lacking undue respect because I listen to Oasis
Sneaky
I’m thoroughly baffled by The Beatles
Do I admire Del Amitri? Don’t ask!
Drearily able.. Del Amitri? Does Anyone….
I’ve just followed through whilst listening to Frank Turner
I’m surprised by the Hawkwind and Mike Batt collaboration- review very soon
Performs massive James Finlayson ‘double take’ that his is actually a thing.
Funny you should mention the SMH, as I’ve just been having a wank, knuckle whiteness increasing nearing disgorgement..
I’m reading at the moment, with Rage Against The Machine in the background
I am tantalised about freakin’ killer artist Prince’s new Piano and Microphone record.
To Help Escape Stress, I’m Seriously Thinking Eldritch”s Records Should Offer Fine Musical Entertainment – Reminders (of a) Carefree Youth
Awesome.
Feeling like I would never tire of smashing vinyl copies of Don McLean’s ‘American Pie’.
Marvelling at McCartney at the moment. Boosted by Band On The Run, and roused by Ram.
You should keep that last bit to yourself, pal.
I can’t live if living is without you.
(I’m a big fan of Badfinger)
I much prefer Nilsson.
Just for now I’m feeling profoundly conflicted about Picasso’s late work.
But I think Van Gogh is very good.
Vincent gives good tea towel.
Claude Monet was a clunge magnet.
Drink to him. Drink to his health. You know he can’t drink any more.
Anxious. Off on a cycling trip in France tomorrow for 3 days of pedalling. Not sure my legs are up to it, let alone my arse.
I have been satisfactorily quelled by Status Quo.
Qué?
No, Quo.
I’m gob smacked – yowling, bawling and entropic whenever I listen to God Speed! You Black Emperor.
Relaxing with Relics.
Totally true.
The Pink Floyd or ISB?
Either answer is acceptable.
I’m well-toasted with Wee Tam.
Pink Floyd are perfectly fine.
The ISB are irritatingly sappy bollocks.
Your views on the String Band are somewhat brutal.
Hangman’s Beautiful Daughter is heavy bliss, duuuuude.
You need to be sung a Cellular Song Mini.
Undergoing penile surgery whilst listening to Paul Simon
Stoned, Hazy, Arseholed, Coked and Ketamined.
Last time I go to Kenny.
I’m fecking furious with the Foo Fighters and Franz Ferdinand.
Stuffed, after sitting in a sleazy snack bar sucking sickly sausage rolls.
…that’s from an early take of Aqualung.
Before or after the park bench?
You two have lost me. Might as well be speaking a foreign language.
Anyway, I was fibbing.
Truth is, I’m melting in Menorca, listening to Michael Marra.
I trust the pastry comestibles slipped down slowly and perhaps sideways.
That is correct Hubert. Glad everything I say doesn’t just go ….. whoosh!
I’m cross, tired and comatose at the thought of XTC, but actually pleased for Andy Partridge
Nice work.
I’m a bit blown away by Abba (and the actual US Carolinas are being blown away too atm).
Quality.
Currently rather surprisingly listening to Rod Stewart (I did an interview with a tribute act earlier!).
Just tickety-boo with Jethro Tull.
I’ve just given the missus my “do the sex” look…
She’s just given me hers…..
Quote….”After Emmerdale “
What, at 7.30 in the evening? Is that even legal?
Patrick Mower’s chin dimple gets me going too..
Amos Brearley = I Love You Dearly
Chastity Dingle = I’m Getting A Tingle
Any chance of a Shadrack?
Bob Hope = Nope.
On a Thursday!!
Tired with work.
First week back and have driven over 1000 miles to get to meetings etc,
On the plus side I have re-discovered World Party via the Arkeology 5 CD collection which has accompanied my journeys.
Feeling chastened having been whistled out of surf in San Sebastian and sent to the equivalent of the toddlers pool at the other end of beach.
Aussie credentials futile.
I am annoy.
Can’t abide the Crispy Ambulance.