Friday, May 10, 2013

Float, Float On

It was back from over there, rest up and Bank Holiday car-booting and straight into stuff over here and I've only just come up for air now really, so sorry to have been so quiet, though being quiet seems to be the new norm around here; I blame that Twitter. There's a navel-gazing post to be writ I'm sure about Whatever Happened To (Noodly) Music Blogs, with so many having fallen by the wayside, but some other feller or lass can write it, if that's alright.

I'll have a large Tanqueray over crushed ice, chunk of lime, tonic and some classic Balearica, ta.

The Grid - 'Floatation (Subsonic Grid Mix)' (1990)

63 comments:

  1. I'm not quite ready to switch the light off on mine. But its sitting there looking like an empty shop on the high street. I have many more followers on Twitter than I used to average on the blog. Its a shame really. Although I am enjoying being a comment leaver more these days than I have for a long time...

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  2. Some of us are still persevering with this dreadfully unhip form of talking pish.

    I've already had a gin but will take another, and none of you're rubbish 25 mls either Glo, a proper measure.

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  3. Unhip pish is ma middle name(s) Drew.

    As the man says Glo, same for me - and have one yourself, you're looking especially lovely tonight.

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  4. PS: Smoni - you were a comment leaver par excellence before you ever blogged, I remember eet well.

    The gin has done the job and I've switched to the rosados.

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  5. Count me in with the gin. Double bubble. I'm persisting with the blog but they do look a bit old fashioned now

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  6. I'm trying to clean up my ipod and the burning question of the evening is how many Fall tracks does one deem to be essential?

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  7. I think my answer might be somewhat diff to yours!

    Things that are old-fashioned that I like - blogs, LPs, you lot - *sincere face*

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  8. And boozers. Proper boozers. Not 'gastropubs'.

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  9. Libra. And my name's Dick.

    Been an awfully long week for a short week. (Jimmy Cricket circa '84. And there's more ..)

    And wot's Balearica davy? Sounds a bit Home Counties. 'Top up Tone?'

    New lippy Glo'? Boots No 7 'Vesuvius Red' is it?. Drew likes it. Says it would look better around his bell end though.

    Been playing The Seekers with a Guinness and feeling awfy mellow.
    Fish n chips for me and the girl tonight, as she's awash with the A Level exams coming to a head.

    Old fashioned is our raison detre, innit. Memories are the good apples that fall on our side of the fence.

    Sweet embraces to you all.

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  10. Hmmm.. yes, I really must do another post.

    Cheers!

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  11. Judith Durham, I will always love you

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  12. Something you want to tell us Davy?

    Fish n CHips sound good Dickie, but none of that cod shite, got to be haddock

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  13. Oh aye drew. Cod is the bland 2nd cousin of the trusty haddock.

    'Hey there .. davy boy. Swinging down the streets so fancy free'.
    Judith has to be one of the most genuinely popular female singers ever. Deserved of beatification, to my mind. Seekers are doing a few UK gigs this year. Suspect it will be their last here ever. Have snaffled 2 for Manchester.

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  14. Just checked Dickie - they're playing the Royal Albert Hall the same night I'm seeing Young Marble Giants! (Alison Statton, I will always love you)...*Harry Hill voice* "What are the chances?"

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  15. Ah right, got you had never heard of her. Thought that Davy had had too much gin already and was pining for some old flame

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  16. Think we might need more gin.

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  17. i love blogs. the ones like yours are a minefield of tunes and humor. the chance to hear new music etc is always good. and for those of us of our vintage and chance to realise yr not the only poor bastard out there who still gets tingly over certain old favorites. throw in the commentary from the likes of Dick and the obvious question is why would you bother with twitter.

    who the fuck is judith durham.

    oh yeah, one last thing, i bet loads of you remember the issue of the NME when they wrote loads on the flotation tank/that psychologist who spoke to dolphins and 'vitamin K' ? - it was inspired by tonight's selection. it promised a better tomorrow and on and on....

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  18. See Mr H, you wouldn't get a reply like Anto's on Twitter, you would miss a couple of bits of it in amongst the detritus of Pippa's Tips and the rantings of Fleet Street Fox.

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  19. As an outsider here I'm more than happy to take the Head of Year role and chase up all overdue blog posts that should have been handed in on Wednesday.

    That particularly applies to you Miss Dusty Sevens.

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  20. Good idea secondopinion, some of us do all the work while others slack off, not right at all!

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  21. * returns from supermarket with carrier bags of gin, tonic and a couple of lemons*
    For later.

    Get on it secondopinion. Here we are, at the blogface everyday. Churning it out.

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  22. "There's a navel-gazing post to be writ I'm sure about Whatever Happened To (Noodly) Music Blogs"

    Inevitably (as wistful navel-gazing is my forte) I am actually working on one like that.

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  23. Innit. And for what? Eh?

    Dusty Sevens! That gal's one major league slacker, oh yes!

    *drinks SA's gin, thanking him kindly*

    PS: anto - 'humor' ? sp. See me, lad.

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  24. That's for later! When this pub's shut.

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  25. Listen, I like reading your blogs. As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing wrong with talking nonsense about records, interspersed with nostalgia about football, or how crap work is. I'd guess you're all about the same age, hence the general agreement about music etc. So keep it up. And I'm thinking of doing my own,.....

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  26. Whoever runs that This Blog Continues To Decline blog is the laziest fucker there is.

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  27. I was thinking that last night SA when that Mel C and Bryan Adams song was running about my head. Been meaning to post something but can't think of anything that shit that I like at the moment, unless you count Cars that has been going through my head the last couple of days but I see that more as a classic that was unfortunately made by a Tory twat who couldn't fly planes properly.

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  28. I have been gazing at my navel and I have to say there really is nothing there worthy of report.

    I'm also listening to 'Replicas' - Drew, it's all your fault.

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  29. 'The tape is a circle but who really CARES?'

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  30. 'I'm praying to the aliENS'

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  31. That piece of haddock was good enough for Jehovah.
    Particularly when 'garnished' with dayglo green mushy peas.

    How lovely to see so many faces in here tonight. Glo was thrilled to learn that Mr Darcy had popped in. She mumbled summat about did he liked it hand-pulled. Indeed, the bar towels weren't the only damp cotton, I can tell you.

    secondopinion - you sound like the sort of effervescent 'can do' chap who could shake up our somewhat moribund Ents Committee. The Games Section is in need of an active thruster. (If you can thrust ally back to the dirty qwerty, then we'd all be grateful).

    Anto - Given that you are bereft of the letter 'u' in some key words, I summise that you are from west of Plymouth? You are a needle sharp astute fellow and could well run for Government.

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  32. I'm sure Anto is Irish, Dickie.

    This Best Coast RSD single is brilliant and as it ws limited I think that I will post it tomorrow and if you don't all also think it is brilliant, then you can all fuck off.

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  33. Ay ay. Drew's having an angry young man hour. Quick. Hide the whisky.

    I know that you are the finest young bog-trotter, Anto. With impeccable taste. But not to have heard of the fragrant Dame Judith Durham is akin to my hearing a young female Local Radio presenter this morning who, when announcing a footy score as 2-2 on aggregate, enquired as to whether the next match would be played on grass, as a hard-standing surface could bring about serious injury!

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  34. Does about as much for me as Judith Chalmers, sorry.

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  35. judith durham is my mother.

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  36. she's been quite the worry recently too

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  37. Here's ally's Mum again - in pink!

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  38. The nice looking fella with the brown hair and without the glasses went on to create/manage The 'New' Seekers. I'd like to teach the world to have diabetes, etc.

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  39. PS: I'm sorry she's been a worry ally, I hope things are OK... x

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  40. Judith looks a little Alison Statton-y in that "You'll Never Find.." clip. I think our Davy has a 'type'

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  41. I fear the gin is kicking in
    Wouldn't get that on twatter!

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  42. Blimey davy - was that post 6 years ago?
    Hey up ally. Cheesy Wotsit?

    Drew. Judith Chalmers in a soiled sarong; turkey neck wobbling and a creased cleavage not unlike a parched Nile estuary. Mmmm. Nom nom.


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  43. Woods 100 rum, going down a treat, although I feel a little sick after Dickie's comment.

    Anyhoo watching Ella on BBC4 and L just said " I hate fucking Jazz!"

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  44. What the fuckery fuck fuck? 51 comments? What? Who are these people? You had a party and I didn't know?!?!?! After all these years. Buggery buggery bugger it all........door slams, footsteps running into distance, tears...............footsteps running back again, stopping outside door...cough...sob...cough...sob....blowing of nose.....................Good evening folks, I'll have a nice cup of tea.


    Not sure I like Jazz at the moment. Herbie Hancock playing Rockit on the other hand sounded fan-bloody-tastic this afternoon...

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  45. Holy shit. its all kicked off here in the last hour or two.

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  46. Damn, missed the party, again. 53 and counting though, seems to prove a point in my humble opinion Davy. Cannot do Twatter - I think I'd lose the thread. What I really want to know is this; is Tanker-Ray really Strength 94.6 proof? That seems an awful lot doesnt it, did ya get it in NYC?

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  47. *Stretches, yawns and wipes sleep from eyes*.
    A resplendent(if-perspiring) Judith Chalmers rolls off a 'spent' Drew.

    Morning all.

    'Nice quiet drink' there.
    Well done everybody.

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  48. In passing, this inspired entry from Wikipedia -

    'Durham was stalked by her former personal assistant, a woman who sent her dozens of doormats through the post.'

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  49. *Lee gets off the floor and looks for any smokeable cigarette butts left in the ashtrays.*

    Put the kettle on, someone.

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  50. Jaysus yis all go to bed very early. after the tumult of around 9ish last night it just stopped. Maybe its the influence of the pub closing time on the British drinker? Or the fact that yis seem to start gargling circa 3.27 of a Friday. Not like us trotters of the Bog.

    Tumult. Good word that. I'll be using it a lot this weekend.

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  51. Shit, I had stuff to do today!

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  52. Arf.

    It's an age thing Anto. And the early gargling, fair point.

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  53. Reckon everyone buggered off to the TV at around 9.30 Anto. Not that there was much on. Just some fucking jazz. Headache is subsiding a bit. Luckily I stashed a bottle of gin under Davy's sink. Is the sun over the yardarm yet?

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  54. *crawls out from under the bath*

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