Mrs P and is out getting a haircut in the West End so I’ve lit the fire, opened more than one lager, and so far listened to the best of The Damned, the Stones blues covers album, and currently 1965 by The Afghan Whigs.
I’ve made a massaman curry for later and if I can’t persuade her to listen to more music we’ll catch up on the last series of The Walking Dead before the new one starts in the next week or two.
What you listening to?
Well it’s Saturday night and I’ve just got paid
Lou Reed – New York, again. A chazza buy from a few weeks ago, and it’s spiffing. Final listen before going on the CD shelf upstairs.
Mr B is in the kitchen doing lamb chops on his new griddle pan, bless ‘im.
I’ve been watching this 2011 documentary about the history of reggae in the UK. Good stuff. And it got me listening to Linton Kwesi Johnson’s first album, Dread Beat an’ Blood, which I wasn’t familiar with. I have Forces Of Victory and Bass Culture, but I think this might be my favourite. Downloaded it and only listened a couple of times so far. There’s no Sonny’s Lettah or Street 66, but it has a great 70s roots sound to it. I’m loving it.
Three words: Darcus Outta Jail!
Cookie’ pasta with Aimee Mann!
Strictly Celebrities Making A Tit Of Themselves is on, so I’m enjoying “me time” (computer, beer, music)
Trudging through the Liam Gallagher album (again) at the moment – it really does drop off after the first 4 or 5 tracks (it just sort of happens). Still maintain that he has a superb voice for he stuff he does (For What It’s Worth is a great track), but he aint no songwriter.
No idea why, but I found Led Zeppelin IV on top of the CD player earlier – I feel fate is telling me to play it
Not listening to anything but just cooked a Hairy Bikers sausage casserole for the fam and we’ve just finished snaffling it. Wine has been taken. Seven-fifteen and all’s well.
I don’t want to see or hear the words “hairy” and “sausage” anywhere near each other.
Also, you’ve I think you’ve misused the word “snaffling”.
Apart from that, your post is fine.
Thanks. I’ll sleep better tonight now.
Good lad. Will you be wanting a story?
The last several gave me PTSD. Can I try without?
Actual footage of one of Moose’s bedtime stories…
It’s usually the one about the lady who gets visited by the very helpful delivery man. He always ends up asleep at the end, if no-one else.
You’ll be needing this one…..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Udj-o2m39NA
Currently on my third locally crafted stout….fairly decent chicken curry , made by yours truly is on the boil. My six yr old and my wife are arguing about whether now is time to start putting up Christmas decorations and I am grooving to the soundtrack of Baby Driver and the Mavericks Brand New Day
I’ve moved onto Punch The Clock and have thorough enjoyed Arsenal’s second-half collapse with the sound down.
The Gooner groans are a delight from my Stoke Newington sofa.
Punch the Clock is better than most people think. Great tunes.
Forgot Arsenal were playing – that is good news!
saturday night so mindful of the beloved’s predilection for shite telly of a saturday evening, I have already bricked myself into my cave with essential supplies (beer) and am doing my cataloguing: the decisions around downloaded musics, mainly e-music, and whether they pass muster. Already listened to, sometimes a number of times, but this is the crunch call when I decide which, if any tracks, make it onto the computer. If all or a majority, labelling of the CDR then ensues, and it goes on the shelf. Some go in the bin.
Joy Comes Back, Ruthie Foster is on at the moment and is, frankly, disappointing, but makes it on the basis of the wackiest cover version of War Pigs I have heard for a while, and maybe a couple of other songs. Shame, she had promise in her earlier stuff.
Next up is the nearly anagrammatical Janiva Magness. That’s more like it!!!
The Beloved’s predilection for shite telly of a saturday evening – “Leslie Crowther, Come on down!”
Moose, you do make me chuckle. What would I do without you?
Just had a cod fillet wrapped in parma ham accompanied by a refreshing white Rioja.
Listening to the excellent, “lost” album by P P Arnold.
Cooking up some proper chicken broth…..and listening to Ice Cream for Crow while I do so…..
Can’t find a video of ICFC which will play….but you might enjoy this…
I’m chugging booze and adding arsey rejoinders to everyone else’s posts.
Hurray!
Threesome?
Boring
Meeting adjourned.
You don’t want anything too heavy on your stomach.
Poor Mrs Moose.
@uncle-wheaty don’t get too excited* but I think she’s changed her mind.
(*gah! too late)
Not changed. It’s still a polite “no”.
Alright.
Taxi for Wheaty!
Having cooked a lovely Vietnamese curry for lunch which the kids refused to eat I am now cooking oven chips and fish fingers whilst they and the missus watch a Harry Potter film.
My culinary skills are wasted on my kids (Mrs Wheaty loved the curry!)
Auntie Wheaty surely?
eating spag bol and listening to St. Vincent
Just had a bit of cod with baked beans, a microwave special, whilst listening to Four Tet. It’s dark outside but the sun is shining in my ears.
Mrs. T is out leading her Brownies round Exmouth Carnival procession, so cooked a rather good chicken tikka washed down with a Hop House lager. Having to postpone further drinkage as I may have to pick her up presently. Listened to the new Robert Plant whilst cooking – now watching Aces High from 1976. My father in law had a load of war films on dvd and I kept a few when he passed away. It isn’t terribly good!
Aces High is of its time I agree.
But there are few films from WW1 based on the RFC so for that alone I like it.
I’m sure I have seen it before as I remembered some scenes quite clearly, and it has a terrific cast, but I suddenly thought I may have been confusing it with the Blue Max, which I do remember as being very good. It is based on the 30s play ‘Journey’s End’ and it shows – it is very theatrical rather than cinematic, except for the flying sequences which are well pretty well done.
Its saturday lunchtime not saturday night for me, so I am currently at work eating cafeteria teryaki chicken and listening to Tycho. After that’s done I think i’ll fire up spotify and listen to the new Plant
I have a heavy cold so I am laying on the sofa in the gloom, and listening to Mazzy Star while feeling sorry for myself. Quite enjoying it really.
Not listening to anything today or tonight. Saw the Icicle Works at the Ruby Lounge Manchester last night (didn’t even play Wonderful Colour and a bit too much of a classic rawk vibe on the new stuff but a decent singalong nevertheless) and didn’t have time to eat before I went out. Hence slightly over refreshed and slightly off colour today. Decent Pizza for tea and some Aldi red. Tobacco notes apparently.
Pizza and X Factor. It’s what Saturday evenings in at this time of year are all about.
Out and indeed about.
At The Water Rats for Retroman’s 2nd night of Solarflares etc. 1st band, King something or other were good. 2nd band The Embrooks not so. Gave them the benefit of the first 3 songs then retired to the bar to await the headliners.
Saw Len Price 3 there last month.
As a venue, I think I prefer it to the Half Moon (home of previous Retroman gigs), but the bar is a bit small.
Heard great things about the Solar flares, but was unable to get there for tonight
Enjoyed Solarflares. None of them were the sort of thing I’d buy and listen to at home, but enjoyable for a noisy night out.
“King Mojo” was the name of the first band on. Pretty good performance but not so sure about the name. Redolent of Blues Rock stylings, which this band aren’t by any means.
The Water Rats has had some money spent on it since my last visit, to see The Primevals with a little Word gang a few years back. Quite bright and glittery now. It was a rough-looking, dark and dingy place then, though with a good atmosphere. They seem to have succeeded in poshing it up without losing the atmosphere.
Home now and having another beer, possibly two, with a spinach and pine nut pasta salad snack. I think I’ll give my Radiophonic Workshop double CD “Burials In Several Earths” a spin and read some more of my book until I’m tired enough for bed.
On the way into town on the Northern Line it was Nick Cave and “O Children”, John Barry’s “The Girl With The Sun In Her Hair” and The Stones “You Got The Silver”. Negotiating the escalators and stairs of King’s Cross Station, Echoboy’s “Telstar Recovery” worked pretty well. A bit of vaudeville accordion by Henry Doctorski, “Lido Tango” got me to the Water Rats for my gig.
Air’s “Wonder Milky Bitch”, Lisa Gerrard’s “Towards The Tower” and The Herbaliser’s “Amores Bongo” got played on the way home.
Lamb curry courtesy of Meera Sodha, some Spanish and some Canadian friends round to share, some Languedoc and Cahors reds to share, lots of laughs then for some reason ended up listening to Stuart McLean, perhaps the funniest broadcaster ever. Just played the latest Robert P!ant, copyright Tigger of this Parish, and it’s deeply disappointing. Shall I listen to Disc 5 of The Fall or From Our Own Correspondent? Tricky that one (but thank god for World Service).
Canadian? Oh no! They’ll be up all night talking badly-spelled nonsense to themselves!
I only had a quick empanada on the town earlier tonight, so I’m getting a bit peckish again now.
Waiting for the midnight sneak peak of the first episode of series 2 of Jordskott I’ve been looking at/listening to videos on Youtube mainly. Stuff I’m awaiting delivery of, like this guy:
(Moses Sumney – “Doom”)
And the first taste of the new First Aid Kit album, coming soon:
I did enjoy that Moses Somney vid, Locust.
To start with I thought it was a trailer for Jordskott, which also features people lurking under water, according to the STV trailer. They are certainly building up anticipation about it.
Now I know more..
https://pitchfork.com/features/rising/9657-moses-sumney-lost-and-found-in-la/
I will definitely be keeping my eyes peeled for him coming here. A perfect gig for that Mini mingle we’ve been planning?
Why not – if he ever gets here!
Just watched the first episode of the new season of Jordskott, very weird and promising! 🙂
Björn Andrésen has made quite the transformation with age…from “the most beautiful boy in the world” in Death in Venice to the disturbing dried up, deformed being in this episode!
Bog standard frozen burgers fried and placed in bog standard buns followed by coffee and mazarin, sort of bakewell tart tasting iced fare. The other half is working a night shift. We did eat together before she left. It’s this sort of detailed information about domestic arrangements that makes this blog thing unmissable. Listened to Viva Roxy Music! Now it’s Diana as written and performed by Chic. No doubt prompted by watching the documentary about Nile. Ace it is too, despite not being exactly how they intended. Shall shortly retire and read about glam rock. Lost in music.
Just got back from an excellent gig by the Vijay Iyer Sextet with @DuCo01 at the Stockholm Concert Hall at Hötorget. Not only did we get treated to an evening of intense, sophisticated, very enjoyable NY jazz but the Duke finally got to meet my Jazz Neighbour and his wife. Those two chaps are so on the same musical page! An all too brief encounter but hopefully something to build on.
While we were waiting to go into the gig, who should we find standing next to us but the very talented Swedish jazz pianist Jan Lundgren. Last time we were at this venue he was on stage. We were far too cool to say hello to him.
I had never heard a note of Vijay’s music but the Duke had told me that @Tiggerlion really rated his latest album. That was enough to make me keen to buy a ticket. And I did not regret it.
Earlier in the week, an old friend asked me to post a few black and white photos on Facebook as an experiment. So when our daughter and I went to town this afternoon I took a few snaps. I was surprised and what an exciting medium it is to work with.
I just take snaps to record the moment. Sometimes those moments come out quite OK.
Glad to hear you enjoyed your gig.
And that last photo is superb.
I’m so pleased you enjoyed the gig. Why not write a proper Nights Out?
I’m impressed & not a little jealous, KFD. Just bought that album today (based on Tigger’s Blogger recommendation) from the world’s oldest record shop (TM)- Spillers in Cardiff. Had a couple of spins with headphones so far – first impression is a ‘serious’ listen – lots & lots to unpack over time. Very good.
I tempered that ‘intensity’ with another new purchase – Trojan’s 40 ‘Mento & R&B’ Classics – great fun, including ‘Talking Parrot’ by Count Lasher & ‘Strip Tease’ by Lord Power to give you a flavour. Very nice with salty chocolate & red wine!
Completely agree JJ. Serious, intense powerful stuff. Dinner jazz it is not.
My knowledge of jazz really isn’t up to writing a Nights Out, Tigs. I can’t tell the difference between a bugle and a flugel.
Maybe the Duke will oblige.
Glad you liked the photo Mike.
@Kaisfatdad I was apprehensive about doing a review of a jazz show knowing that @Mousey would read it. His response was to the effect of “it is not about technical knowledge but conveying the night and the music.” I am sure you would do just fine.
Thanks a lot for the moral support, Junior. What can I say?
I will have a bash tomorrow when I am less knackered..
No music tonight. Just waved goodbye to neighbours who came for dinner. Mousaka (kids had lasagne) followed by baked cheesecake. Lots of red wine too.
Working tomorrow, covering for someone who’s wife has been rushed to hospital.
Well, Sharon is out wit dog on a hike. It’s me and…my imagination.
So: heavily loaded onelette.
The Botanist, lemon, honey and OJ. It is…well, it’s a killer. Subtle and deadly.
Listening to: funnily enough, ver Whigs. I’m increasingly of the belief that Greg Dulli is a prophet without honor. I’ve seen acoustic and full band. And it’s brilliant
Family were all out early Sat evening so I listened to all (that’s 172 minutes worth) of Kamasi Washington’s “The Epic” whist eating cheese and biscuits and drinking a nice Chilean Pinot……
His new one is pretty good also.
Thats a lot of cheese….
Today out and about I was listening to the reissue of ‘Flaunt The Imperfection’ by China Crisis which sounded great – and perfect for wondering around shopping in a small town popping into WHSmith and Wilko for some reason. Now playing some Hatfield & The North!
Too knackered to write when I got in and unloaded the gear at 1:30am, but it was the Boo Hewerdine Band in Waterbeach Baptist Chapel, as heard from the mixing desk.
I haven’t seen Boo for 5 or 6 years. The band are all half his age and it sounded great, a real injection of energy for the old boy. Heavy on tunes from the new (well, earlier this year’s) album – the only ‘old’ being Patience of Angels, an acoustic Honey Be Good at the request of the promoter’s wife, and a rather excellent take on the Bee Gees’ I Started A Joke.
Mrs F and the kids in the audience. Offspring The Elder sat front row dead centre, which is a level of enthusiasm usually reserved only for Twenty One Pilots.
During the interval, bumped into my old pals Peter & Maria from Surrey, who’d driven the 90 miles not knowing I was going to be there – that was a lovely surprise. Last time I saw them, Offspring The Younger was just a bump.
I bloody love live music. I should do more.
I spent yesterday moving a friend out of his marriage of 30 years and into a two bed flat. After two van loads and building two Ikea beds, he thanked by ordering a curry, rigging up Sonos and putting Ed Bleedin Sheehan on. Thanks a lot mate. No wonder she kicked you out
Jeez, that’s rough treatment.
Gotta feel sorry for that soul.
Didn’t play any music. Watched the seedy The Deuce episode 2. That’s going to have to find a story soon or we will ditch it. Then Mindhunter, which I thought was superb.
Travelled home on the train from Edinburgh, listened to a a folk/world music compilation culled from many fRoots freebies.
Got home to an empty larder & fridge, apart from a half empty pint of milk which my wife forgot to throw out when she departed for work nine days ago. It didn’t smell so I risked a bowl of cereal and I’m still here to tell the tale.
I played the Marry Waterson & David Jaycock album which I bought on my trip. I love Marry Waterson – there are echoes of her mum in her voice and most of her songs are growers, pulling you further in with each play. I also came across the McGarrigles “Pronto Monto” in Coda Records which was a joyful moment as I’ve owned a scratched version of the album since 1978, my first McGarrigles album, bought at the Cottage in Brighton. I’d long given up on it being ever released on cd.