The discussion of Bad Co./ Free the other week, it got me thinking about glam rock, which was often the inverse of meat n’potatoes and greatcoats blues rock. Glam was affected, self-conscious, ironic, camp, and liked by big jessies, whether gay, girls, art ponces, or boys like me who preferred showy dramatics that were less macho. Little did I know there was a Canadian outcropping of this genre, and think on that a while: if being glam may have been difficult in Rotherham, you try it in Moosejaw. The pics here promise much, and that a young Bryan Adams was involved (definitely his high point as far as I am concerned) hakes it all the more intriguing. This is my best find since Zolar X, a space themed Devo from 1973.
Over the years, I have received thoroughly unfair criticism from various girlfriends for the exquisite good taste and occasional ironic retro moment that is my musical collection. And what were they playing?
Gilli Smythe. Elkie brook’s dullest years (most of ’em). Enya. “Star wars” soundtracks. Julian Lennon. 1980s Jefferson Starship albums. Tracey Chapman. UB40 after 1981. Vanessa Paradise. Norah Jones … and the non-shitter “Berlin” above – a mock-Goth confection that makes Hazel o’Connor look like Alien Sex Fiend. No wonder I would rather have a wife who likes classical music. That way we have different magisteria, so no comparison is really acceptable (given the humiliation with “Close to the Edge” on the other page).
Your ungallant exposure of the hateful musical taste of ex’s here. This is a gender and sexual-orientation neutral scorning here, so offence given to men, women, same sex-partners (etc.) is all welcome.