Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Remember Him This Way
What a sorry tale it ended up being; what a talented young man he was.
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Sort of obsessed with this track at the moment - two songs in one.
The sound of Stevie, the sound of summer.
Stevie Wonder - 'Superwoman (Where Were You When I Needed You)' (1972)
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Tuesday, June 23, 2009
The Right Stuff
It's the summer of Space, in case you hadn't noticed.
I watched The Right Stuff last night. Don't test me on the names. Sam Shepard plays Chuck Yeager but Alan Shepard was the first American in space; he is played by Scott Glenn, but John Glenn is played by Ed Harris and Scott Carpenter by Charles Frank; Scott Paulin plays Deke Slayton and Scott Wilson plays Scott Crossfield. I think.
The rockets were mostly designed by Nazis.
No wonder I'd finished that bottle of wine before I'd finished the film.
Anyway. Chuck Yeager, whaddaguy: flew faster than the speed of sound with two cracked ribs because he fell off a horse the day before.
Unsurprising that generation's kids all fetched up with flowers in their hair; their Dads sure had the whole macho thing nailed.
Brian Eno - 'Here Come The Warm Jets' (1973)
Bryan Ferry - 'The Right Stuff' (1987)
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Friday, June 19, 2009
Friday Reggae # 11
Three from a record of Mrs H's we certainly won't be car booting; in fact, we've been enjoying it muchly these light June evenings, especially as played on the, ahem, Stanton...
Third World - 'Cold Sweat' (1978)
Third World - 'Cool Meditation' (1978)
Third World - 'African Woman' (1978)
I is well jammy, innit?
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Time In A Bottle
We went to our first car boot sale as stall holders on Sunday; it wasn't very busy but we did OK.
We liked the man rolling a cigarette who phoned his brother to ask him if he wanted Mrs H's copy of Thin Lizzy Live & Dangerous (£3. I know, some of you would have taken it) and who came back later for the old viola; we liked the nice lady who bought a clutch of the girls' Polly Pockets for her niece and the big bloke with his wife who pumped my hand super-firmly when we agreed on a price for the wooden bathroom cabinet; we liked the whole 'anyone want a cup of tea?' ambience really.
There was a chap at the end selling old bottles, which put me in mind of this one I've had since I was about 12. I like its connection to a very specific place (a small village between Totnes and Dartmouth in Devon). I can't remember where I got it exactly - either at a school jumble sale, or maybe I dug it up, because me and my friend Brian certainly went through a phase of doing that after I got a book on collecting from the library - but it sat on bookshelves and window sills all through my teenage and student years and it's stood behind me now as I'm writing this.
After the boot sale I thought I'd try to find out about the old 'mineral water works' of Harbertonford and W.G Grills & Son, but drew a blank apart from stumbling on this site and in particular this picture, taken in 1965 - the year I was born. It could have been taken in 1865.
Some lines from the last chapter of the Eno book leapt out at me as I finished it yesterday.
Sheppard writes about trawling through old photos in Eno's personal archive...
It was difficult to reconcile the neatly side-parted schoolboy Brian, smiling by his father's side in a sunlit back garden in the middle of the last century, with the pouting, futuristic figure in gold lipstick and ziggurat-like platform boots I'd just picked from a fat folder marked matter-of-factly, '1970s'. These contrasting images seemed to speak volumes - a vivid illustration of the chalk and cheese disparity between the predictable, buttoned-up England of the 1950s and the outrageous, liberated 1970s. To have grown up in Britain during the intervening hothouse decades was to have experienced an unprecedented acceleration in social and technological transformation that is almost inconceivable to anyone born after about 1970.
Jim Croce - 'Time In A Bottle' (1973)
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Friday, June 12, 2009
A story that started over two years ago with a post from Emmett at the excellent Art Decade (who are celebrating their 1,000th post today in characteristically self-effacing fashion) reached one of those once-in-a-blue-moon, 'my my the gods of vinyl are smiling down on us Centurion' conclusions a few weeks ago in my local Oxfam shop's closing down sale when I picked up this rare and special gem in mint condition for just 75p. You can, I am sure, imagine my surprise and delight.
Today it supplies our track for Friday cocktails and I'm sure you'll find its easy groove, light vocals and typically brilliant Hungarian-inflected jazz guitar conducive to your happy hour(s).
By coincidence, the musical quotation from William DeVaughn's 'Be Thankful For What You Got' at 3 mins 30 links us back again to Massive Attack, who covered the song on 'Blue Lines'.
Garcon, I shall require a beverage.
Gabor Szabo - 'Keep Smilin' (1976)
[More about the genius that was Gabor here ]
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009
A Massive Attack
It starts with New Agey keyboards before the drum solo with the bubbly synth beneath bursts and then, three minutes in, that 'Safe From Harm' bassline breaks.
Is it jazz? Is it rock? Is it.....prog????
It's 'kin massive, is what it is, maaaan.
Billy Cobham - 'Stratus' (1973)
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Monday, June 08, 2009
I couldn't face posting earlier. I took the morning off and went to the Courtauld Gallery to look at the paintings and I had a mooch in the record shops and a wander about town and I tried not to think about the nearly quarter of a million people in the North and North West who voted BNP last Thursday, and tried not to watch the men in suits on the TV today who start off talking so smoothly but become so angry so quickly and the skinhead thugs behind them that say nothing but everything with their dead eyes and all the hate crimes this poison fuels and perpetuates and 'excuses' and the Great British Public on the messageboards unapologetically outing themselves as supporters and 'proud of it'.
Not In My Name.
Nitin Sawhney - 'Bengali Song' (1996)
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Friday, June 05, 2009
Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One Before
This is Chris Packham, broadcaster, naturalist and new presenter of four nights a week, three week, seasonal live BBC family nature programme Springwatch.
Chris is a little different from sexagenarian predecessor Bill 'The Goodies' Oddie. Chris was born in 1961. He has a quiff, and two pet poodles called Itchy and Scratchy. He likes The Jesus and Mary Chain. And The Smiths.
And seemingly without the knowledge of his production crew and co-presenters, Chris has bet a friend that he can slip a Smiths song title into every episode of Springwatch.
So: he informs his co-presenter Kate 'looks more like a Chris Rea fan' Humble that she doesn't get any points for correctly predicting the date the baby blackbirds would fledge because 'You Just Haven't Earned It Yet Baby'; he describes a male bustard in courtship plumage as resembling a 'Vicar In A Tutu'; he says that with the warbler chick "it really is the case that 'Bigmouth Strikes Again' "; and he wonders, in a solemn discussion about the global threat to bees, if indeed 'The Queen Is Dead'.
He is also a t-shirt connoisseur...
....and has my daughters wondering 'why Daddy is laughing again'.
Genius, genius, genius.
Can we please make him Prime Minister?
The Rutles - 'Let's Be Natural' (1978)
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Wednesday, June 03, 2009
A Kiss To Start The Morning Off
Doh! I'm mad, mad, bonkers busy taking sick-makingly early trains out of St Pancras to Nottingham and back to London and up and out again tomorrow and just loony bonkers mad busy.
Still...at least I might get to finish that cracking Eno book in transit.
Here's a song for hot weather fading in and out and out and in, and gone, gone, gone on the train from Platform 3 with a snatched croissant and an Innocent smoothie.
Maaan, I love this one.
Stevie Wonder - 'Summer Soft' (1976)
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Monday, June 01, 2009
High, High, High, High There
And Scorchio it continues.
This is something I used to play a lot on happy Hospital Radio Nine when things got sticky on the gritty streets of Tooting.
My vinyl copy of Sly's Greatest Hits is a tad worse for wear, so have this nice clean mp3 instead.
Sly & The Family Stone - 'Hot Fun In The Summertime' (1969)
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