Carrying on from The Smith’s rather explicit lyrics yesterday, here’s something even more risqué. Don't play this in front of the nippers...
Monday, March 7, 2011
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Friday, March 4, 2011
Day 42 Aretha Franklin "I Say A Little Prayer"
An obvious choice I know, but sometimes, some songs are obvious choices because they are so good. Griel Marcus famously wrote a whole book about Dylan's “Like A Rolling Stone” - he should have a go at this.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Day 41 Sarandon's german disco song and The Buff Medways "Troubled Mind"
Today’s offering is a twofer (I've some to make up after missing a few last week.) Two musicians: both insanely prolific; both ploughing their own musical furrow regardless of the fickle vagaries of fashion; and both still going…
First up, Sarandon. Being a music fan who can’t play anything, I’ve always been slightly jealous of musicians. So it’s particularly annoying when you meet one who turns out to be a lovely bloke too. I met Crayola from Sarandon when I was unsuccessfully trying to sell the records on the label he worked for. Our high level strategic sales meetings consisted of a few pints at an unfashionable pub on the Portobello Road (yes, there were unfashionable pubs there once). The agenda was normally half an hour spent on work, followed by several hours spent reminiscing about how good bIG fLAME were (we were both at their farewell gig !). Since then we've been firm friends and I've been introduced to a world of fine music I might otherwise have missed.
If you’ve checked out John Robb’s book “Death To Trad Rock” (and you should) Sarandon feature heavily, as the last men standing of those angular, trebly, lurching bands from the mid-eighties. John Robb calls them post-post-punk, and arguably it was the last time ‘indie’ genuinely meant independent, not just in terms of 'attitude' or anything airy-fairy like that, but in terms of recording, distribution, gigs - an alternative network of like-minded people.
Anyway, enough of the waffle and on to the music - here they are at indietracks last year – German Disco!
No need to tell those who know about Billy Childish. The king of Garage, and owner of rock’s finest moustache.
First up, Sarandon. Being a music fan who can’t play anything, I’ve always been slightly jealous of musicians. So it’s particularly annoying when you meet one who turns out to be a lovely bloke too. I met Crayola from Sarandon when I was unsuccessfully trying to sell the records on the label he worked for. Our high level strategic sales meetings consisted of a few pints at an unfashionable pub on the Portobello Road (yes, there were unfashionable pubs there once). The agenda was normally half an hour spent on work, followed by several hours spent reminiscing about how good bIG fLAME were (we were both at their farewell gig !). Since then we've been firm friends and I've been introduced to a world of fine music I might otherwise have missed.
If you’ve checked out John Robb’s book “Death To Trad Rock” (and you should) Sarandon feature heavily, as the last men standing of those angular, trebly, lurching bands from the mid-eighties. John Robb calls them post-post-punk, and arguably it was the last time ‘indie’ genuinely meant independent, not just in terms of 'attitude' or anything airy-fairy like that, but in terms of recording, distribution, gigs - an alternative network of like-minded people.
Anyway, enough of the waffle and on to the music - here they are at indietracks last year – German Disco!
No need to tell those who know about Billy Childish. The king of Garage, and owner of rock’s finest moustache.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Day 40 Ian Dury & The Blockheads "What A Waste"
I remember seeing this on TOTP and remember thinking it was funny and melancholy. Still do.
What I don't remember is the hairy cornflake introducing it. I must have blanked that trauma from my mind...
What I don't remember is the hairy cornflake introducing it. I must have blanked that trauma from my mind...
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Day 39 Madness "Grey Day"
I guess I'm having one of those days when this song seems appropriate. Strange isn't it, that The Nutty Boys, with their comedy trousers, funny walk and general silliness, should produce one of the bleakest records of a very bleak era?
"So begins another weary day..."
"So begins another weary day..."
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