E=MC2? Love it. It’s all relative though.

I don’t live in England though but.

As a live event I am enjoying it a lot more than recent Glastonburys, for example. It’s all rather touching and beautiful, and fun, with the celeb watching. Plus refreshingly different elements like the black […]

Cosey Fanni Tutti worked in diverse branches of jazz hitherto not combined as far as I know. Jazz Funk (not really of course, more industrial noise) and jazz mags. She was also an opera. Quite an impressive range […]

Safeway Cart by Neil Young. Safeway still exists but no longer in the UK I believe.

🙂

And you may find yourself with 25 male collaborators
You may find yourself without any female collaborators
You may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?

V = vinly
F = fuckwits (in general but particularly those who are all too prevalent at gigs)
L = lists (love them or loathe them)

Gorky’s!

From the great Barafundle album.

Cambridge folk club in mysterious failure to appeal to youth shock!

The difference is everyone else thought so too.

Talking Heads – Found A Job. A glorious wigout coda that shows they always had that funky groove in them. I just wish it went on longer.

Skiffle, the development and popularity thereof – possibly. It enabled many to start their own groups which boomed and evolved into the acts that took America by storm and inspired a whole new mass of acts over […]

Yes those clips have been BBC4 Friday night filler for years now. The good ones that is. There are no doubt many more no one wants to see, a la TOTP. This new one-off show does have some new performances it seems […]

The enthusiasm with which you greet these new developments in heritage rock is really quite infectious.

Those just for laughs threads. Films that convey your sex life. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Brilliant. Mine was Splash! The wind rather taken out of the sails of such things by Twitter but such playful […]

Because it’s the opposite of hippy peace and love as the way to go. This is Arthur Lee’s own particular, unsettling, dark vision. 1967 not 1968, a diverse year of many styles.

You just have to read that piece about his activities with the Paris Hilton CD. It’s laughably infantile, a grown man (I’ve always assumed he’s male) getting up to such sixth form antics over a harmless, frivolous […]

Banksy – what a maverick, what a revolutionary, what a subversive, what a dick. With that twat and Gervais on the attack, I can only warm to her.

Room To Live seems to be regarded as a lesser work, which I never understood. I’ve always liked it. Great words, cogently delivered, as in:
“There’s a D.H.S.S. Volvo estate
Right outside my door
With a Moody Blues […]