Sunday, August 19, 2007

In Search Of The Perfect Sunset....


...or at least a better view of it, we padded to the fields beyond the house, taking with us some music (of course) and some wine (of course of course) and had a bit of a Moment.

No, I wouldn't call it Balearic exactly - still, France eh? Interesting cheeses, lots of fresh air, Big Blue.

Vargo - 'The Moment' (2003) (from this)

Rolling off the ferry at Dover at 3:30am this morning we were greeted by blustery rain.

*sigh*

Mais alors, l'automne de blogging commence...more soul, more reggae, more grooviness, more guitarry/starry/noodly bits - more of whatever I flipping well fancy, frankly.

Restez-la mes braves; it's all to come...

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Into The Blue


We rise tomorrow at 0400h ("What does the '0' stand for? O my God it's early!") to begin a long journey south in search of the sun, chasing the blue - we're headed to deepest, quietest, not much-happens-here-miles-from-the-nearest-supermarket SW rural France for two weeks.

I am not 'wireless-enabled' and all that mallarkey and besides, My Lovely Wife is fearsome when roused and My Lovely Daughters are expecting full participation in swimming pool capers, so there will be no whilst-on-holiday blogging for me.

I will save you my thrilling anecdotes for my return.

As I dropped in on all my favourite nooks and crannies of the blogosphere last night, leaving probably slightly drunken messages here and there (red wine) I did come over a bit unnecessary. A year ago I knew none of you, and now I consider you my friends and I will miss you while I'm gone.

Even some of you guys that stumble in here from Google looking for a Bob Dylan fansite or some Nick Drake bootlegs (sorry) and end up staying for a bit are going to get a shout out from me too.

Anyway, sorry to be joining the ever-expanding band of your regulars who have posted 'gone away' notices on their front windows, but I need a holiday and we'll both be better for a break. It's not you, it's me. I just need some time to myself. Etc, etc.

My attempts to put together some sort of summer special mix stalled in their infancy I'm afraid, mostly because I have been too busy enjoying Ally's genius one to do my own (it'll be the first thing we play on the car stereo as we roll off the ferry on the French side Ally).

But do you remember EPs? Four track 7 inches, usually following ye ancient principles of good gigs and good classical musical thingies - a mood but also some contrasts, some faster ones, some slower ones?

Well here's one for you, with love.

(Actually, dammit, there aren't any fast ones - it's a bit hippy/stoner. I go a bit hippy/stoner when I'm on me hols).

The Into The Blue EP (2007)

Stevie Wonder - ' A Place In The Sun' (1966)
John Martyn - 'One World' (1977)
Paddy McAloon - 'Sleeping Rough' (2003)
David Gilmour - 'The Blue' (2006)

[music from this, this, this and this]

Look after yourselves and those who count on you. We're back August 20th.
x

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

42


I am 42 today. I am older than I once was and younger than I'll be; that's not unusual.

42, as the sci-fi nerds amongst you will know, is the Answer To The Ultimate Question Of Life The Universe And Everything, according to Douglas Adams.

It is also the atomic number of molybdenum, the amount of teeth wolves and dogs have and the number of the bus you need to get from Denmark Hill to Liverpool Street Station, London.

I used to live in Denmark Hill when I was a student. That was a long time ago, but I am no nearer to being able to work out what the meaning of life is than I was then, although I tend to side with the Pythons on this, as on several other matters...

"M-hmm. Well, it's nothing very special. Uh, try and be nice to people, avoid eating fat, read a good book every now and then, get some walking in; and try and live together in peace and harmony with people of all creeds and nations".

I thank you.

Now, who fancies a cheesy twizzle?

ABC - 'Many Happy Returns' (1982)

[From this genius record, obviously. And posted instead of all those melancholy musical meditations on the inexorable passage of time I could have put here instead. Hurrah!].

Saturday, July 28, 2007

For Those Whose Names Were Never Called



Another of My Lovely Wife's early teen faves.

Though sadly I think it describes my early teens more than hers. *weep*

Janis Ian - 'At Seventeen' (1975)

[on this]

Friday, July 27, 2007

Friday Reggae # 5 - King Alfa's Song


Today a song based on the King James Bible version of Psalm 137 which expresses the yearnings of the Jewish people in exile following the Babylonian conquest of Jerusalem in 586 BC (no, really).

In Rastafarianism Babylon is of course modern Western society (run by the 'baldheads'), and the exile is the enforced exile brought about by slavery ('when the wicked carried us away in captivity'). King Alfa is Haile Selassie.

The Boney M version drops this explicitly Rasta message, substituting the words 'How shall we sing The Lord's song' and removing the 'Sing A Song Of Freedom' chants, thereby depoliticising the song and rendering it safe for your Auntie Vi to jig about to after a few sweet sherries at your cousin Jacqui's wedding.

Banish that memory forever with this original version, from the soundtrack of 'The Harder They Come'. IRIE!

The Melodians - 'Rivers Of Babylon' (1969)

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Frank Sinatra's Favourite Singer



Anthony Dominick Benedetto celebrates his 81st birthday next Friday, but since The Ghost will be closed for uz holidays then (hold back those tears), I thought we should celebrate now.

A trigger was London Lee posting re. Sinatra's wonderful 1967 album with Antonio Carlos Jobim, which made me think of Tony's take on 'Quiet Nights Of Quiet Stars' (AKA 'Corcovado') - quite different in interpretation to Frank's and, most interestingly, using slighty different English lyrics, which if you're more familiar with the Sinatra or even Astrud Gilberto versions kinda adds a little frisson of newness which is rather nice.

I'd have first heard Tony Bennett on one of my Mum and Dad's early 70s Ronco Records nostalgia compilations (something like 'Stars Of The Fifties' ) - he was mainstream pop back then and a bit of a chart topper but like Sinatra he had jazz, swing and saloon in his veins and knew a fair bit about darkness and heartbreak too (unlike Francis Albert he saw active infantry service in Europe in World War 2 and more than his share of horrors).

I genuinely love 'I Left My Heart In San Francisco' and 'The Good Life', but for me Tony Bennett is at his absolute best when he's upfront of a small jazz group like the long-serving Ralph Sharon's Trio, or singing to the accompaniment of a real musical genius like the pianist Bill Evans on the two albums they made together in the 70s.

I'm glad he's 'found a young audience' via MTV and celeb duets and all that recently (though I could do without him singing with Bono) and it's great that he's at last getting the recognition he deserves; even his (very beautiful) paintings sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars now.

But this is how I most like to hear him...Buon Compleanno Antonio x

Tony Bennett & Bill Evans - 'Waltz For Debby'(1975)
Tony Bennett & Bill Evans - 'Some Other Time' (1975)

And not forgetting...

Tony Bennett - 'Quiet Nights Of Quiet Stars' (1963)

(From this and this respectively. For more about his extraordinary life, Tony's autobiog is well worth a read).

Monday, July 23, 2007

"Are You Awake?"


I watched Lost In Translation again the other night, I think for around the fourth time. A film that just gets better and better for me the more I see it.

It's beautiful to look at of course (Sofia Coppola's nightime shots of Tokyo neon are especially lovely) and written and played in a wonderfully understated way - it also does that thing with music and colour that Coppola senior and his contemporaries picked up from genius British director Michael Black Narcissus Powell, and Coppola daughter seems to have absorbed by osmosis from birth....that thing where the screen colour and movement and the music all kind of fuse.

And when the music is the first major work from Kevin Shields since the Creation Records near-bankrupting My Bloody Valentine album Loveless, with some MBV, Jesus & Mary Chain and Air in there too at crucial moments, well....truly this is a Ghost-friendly film.

Tragically, I don't have an MP3 of Bill Murray karaoke-singing 'More Than This' (but YouTube has the clip) so the Roxy original will have to do.

Kevin Shields - 'Ikebana' (2003)
Kevin Shields - 'Are You Awake?' (2003)
My Bloody Valentine - 'Sometimes' (1991)
Roxy Music - 'More Than This' (1982)
Air - 'Alone In Kyoto' (2003)
The Jesus & Mary Chain - 'Just Like Honey' (1985)

[Buy the soundtrack and DVD (good deleted scenes!) here; Loveless here, Air here and Roxy's lovely Avalon here. This post goes out to my good friend Dr Al who's sandbagging against the floods in Oxford...]

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Who Will Love Aladdin Sane?


This is My Lovely Wife's all-time favourite Saturday night record. She has an original dog-eared old copy of this LP; it was the sound of her early teens...

To our shame, some of us post-punk babies took a little longer to discover this-period Bowie.

David Bowie - 'Drive-In Saturday' (1973)

[Buy here]

Friday, July 20, 2007

Friday Reggae # 4 - LKJ In Dub


This was the first reggae LP I ever bought. I heard it on a tape playing in a fellow sixth-former's car one time when he was ferrying a bunch of us into town for a Friday night out. I think the tape belonged to his elder brother (people with slightly older brothers always got to hear cool music didn't they?). Anyway I loved it instantly, asked what it was, and finally tracked it down, which wasn't easy in Devon in the days before the internet, I can tell you.

Linton Kwesi Johnson is celebrated as a poet of course, so it's ironic that my first exposure to him was via this LP, which is almost entirely instrumental. In fact, I got to know these dub versions so well that when I heard the original vocal tracks many years later it was a tad disconcerting.

The music, from long-term LKJ collaborator and British reggae legend Dennis Bovell, is excellent and easily stands up on its own.

So, here are three 'In Dub' tracks

Linton Kwesi Johnson - 'Victorious Dub' (1980)
Linton Kwesi Johnson - 'Cultural Dub' (1980)
Linton Kwesi Johnson - 'Iron Bar Dub' (1980)

and here are their original vocal counterparts

Linton Kwesi Johnson - 'Forces Of Vickry' (1979)
Linton Kwesi Johnson - 'Bass Culture' (1980)
Linton Kwesi Johnson - 'Sonny's Lettah (Anti SUS Poem)' (1979)

'Compare and contrast', as they used to say in English Lit exam papers...

London Lee has already written much more eloquently than I can about the political and cultural context of LKJ's work over at Crying All The Way To The Chip Shop, and I heartily commend his post (and indeed the rest of his always excellent blog) to you.

[Tracks originally from this, this and this - but also now all available on this].

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Northern Picture Library


Look! They've got one of these in Manchester too, and like a lot of things there, it's loads cheaper than the one in London.

You will notice too that the sun is shining, something I understand is unusual thereabouts.


Trying to find Ally's Odd Bar (see previous post comments) I was rather taken by this establishment. It was closed, so I continued unpierced and untatooed. I liked the look of The Odd Bar very much, but it seemed too cosy a place to sit in on my own.


I found this statue of computing pioneer and Nazi code breaker Alan Turing incredibly sad and affecting. It is in Sackville Gardens where certain other gentlemen slumber heavily on benches and pigeons poo freely, as they will. You can see from my photo that someone has left an old yoghurt pot next to it. A slightly faded sign beside the statue details Turing's work and genius (in breaking the Enigma Code he hastened the end of the Second World War and almost certainly saved hundreds of thousands of lives; he is further acknowledged as the godfather of modern computing without which, self-evidently, I would not be able to write this and you would not be able to read it) and the sad story of how he was prevented from working after revealing quite openly to police investigating a burglary at his home that he was in a relationship with another man. He was convicted of 'gross indecency', placed on probation, forced to undergo hormone 'therapy' and later committed suicide by eating an apple laced with cyanide, a 'victim of prejudice'. His work on Artificial Intelligence remained unfinished at his death. The sign notes that none of the major global computer firms approached for help in funding the statue agreed to make a donation.

After that, I needed cheering up. So I called my mate Marty for a reminder of how to find this favourite student pub of his. It used to have its own microbrewery, but now it's gone all Hogshead and they don't brew on site any more. Still, the atmosphere was convivial and even now there were lots of students inside (the Uni's up the road) - students, it struck me in one of those heartstopping moments you get now and then, who would not have been born when Mart and I first drank in here 22 years ago.

Back then we'd been to see Round Midnight at The Cornerhouse.

So this one's for old times sake...

Thanks Manchester, I enjoyed your company.

Thelonious Monk - 'Round Midnight' (1947)


[The composer's original, from this - the film soundtrack is available here. More about the genius of Alan Turing here].

Monday, July 16, 2007

This Lonely Railroad Station All Alone


I'm headed up to Manchester Piccadilly on the train tonight for a couple of days work in the city on Tuesday/Wednesday and the inevitable lonely hotel room that accompanies it.

I've always found airports exciting places, I suppose because I associate them with flying off to foreign parts, and the whiff of aviation fuel is genuinely one of my favourite smells (yes, I know if you live right next to Heathrow airport and smell it all day everyday it really isn't so special).

But train stations? Train stations are sad. To me, they mean goodbye; someone leaving, and someone being left behind....

They also mean largely in Britain still - bad sandwiches, lousy cups of tea, windy platforms, smelly kicked-in toilets.

*sigh*

I'll be OK when I get there I suppose....

Little Junior Parker - 'Mystery Train' (1953)
The Monkees - 'Last Train To Clarkesville' (1966)
Richard Hawley - 'Long Black Train' (2002)

Friday, July 13, 2007

Friday Reggae # 3 - Doctor Who?


Is this the best reggae record ever made? Well, there are an awful lot of them and I ain't heard them all by a wide, wide, wide margin but - MAN! I love this hugely.

So did Johnny Rotten, apparently. And Messrs Strummer & Jones also felt moved to mention 'The doctor who was born for a purpose' in 'Rudie Can't Fail'...

But don't take anyone else's word for it - that's not very punk, is it?

Listen for yourself!

Dr. Alimantado - 'Born For A Purpose/Reason For Living' (1976)

[The Dr's MySpace here; an original Greensleeves Records biog here; some of the music here]

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

What Do They Know Of England Who Only England Know?



The quote's from Kipling (via Billy Bragg, for some of us).

I thought of it the other day when I was moved by a published excerpt from a speech given by the always excellent Bill Bryson, the American humourist, who as a now-permanent resident of the UK and a long-term, and very passionate, campaigner on behalf of the English countryside, has just been appointed President of The Campaign To Protect Rural England.

If you don't live in England, or elsewhere in Britain come to that, and your image of the country has come from Richard Curtis movies and cable re-runs of Morse and Brideshead Revisited you may be wondering why rural England needs protecting at all; isn't the whole place a lush green arcadia that resonates to the leather on willow crack of village cricket matches and the melodic trilling of song thrushes in ancient hedgerows?

Er...no.

Truth is, rural England is under threat like never before - from a tangled and ever sprawling transport infrastructure, mushrooming out of town development and the relentless creep of new housing (today in parliament Gordon Brown announced that three million new homes would be built by 2020 - 'up 250,000 from the previous plan' - there's a notion to build on already developed 'brownfield' sites, but how many 'brownfield' sites would we need exactly, for three million houses? Won't a few tranches of green belt come in handy somewhere too??).

All of this makes me unspeakably sad. The country I love is disappearing, right in front of my eyes.

And doesn't it prove old Kipling right when it takes a writer from the US Mid-West to express what we have and what we stand to lose with such eloquence? Seems sometimes you have to leave a place, or come there from somewhere else, to see it as it really is....

"Because the countryside is so generally fine and looks so deceptively timeless, it's easy to think of it as somehow fixed and immutable and safely permanent. In fact, it is none of these things, of course - though it is very ancient, even more ancient than people often realise.

Not far from where I live in East Anglia there is a hedge, called Judith's Hedge, which looks like any other. But in fact Judith's Hedge is very venerable indeed. It was planted by a niece of William the Conqueror in the second half of the 11th century. So it is older than Windsor Castle, Westminster Abbey, York Minster - older than most of the buildings in Great Britain.

Even closer to home for me - indeed just beyond my bedroom window - is a handsome church tower that was built at about the same time. It has been standing there, adding a little touch of nobility and grandeur to the landscape, for 900 years. I find that a literally fantastic statement. If this church were in Iowa, people would travel hundreds of miles to see it. Of course, you'd have a job explaining to them how it got there, but you take my point. It would be a venerated relic. And here it is just an anonymous country church, treasured by a few aging parishioners and one overweight American, and otherwise almost entirely unnoticed because it is just one of 659 ancient parish churches in Norfolk alone.

Altogether there are 20,000 ancient parish churches in Britain. There are more listed churches than there are petrol stations. Isn't that an amazing fact? If you decided to visit one every day, it would take you 54 years to see them all.

You hardly need me to tell you how lucky you are to have what you have in this country. Being surrounded by such a sumptuous diversity of history and beauty is a delight and a privilege, of course, but it is also a great danger. When you have such an abundance of great things, it is easy to think of it as essentially inexhaustible and to persuade yourself that it can be nibbled away at without serious loss. I hate it when people think like that.

To me, the mathematics of the British landscape are wonderfully simple and compelling. Britain has about 60 million acres of land and about 60 million people. That's one acre for each of us. Every time you give up 10 acres of greenfield site to build a superstore, in effect 10 people lose their acres. To enjoy the countryside they must go and use other people's acres. By developing countryside you force more and more people to share less and less space. Trying to limit the growth of development in the countryside isn't nimbyism, it's common sense".

Gosh. Looks like this has been a serious post.

The Good, The Bad & The Queen - 'Green Fields' (2007)
Everything But The Girl - 'Lonesome For A Place I Know' (1988)

[from this and this]

Monday, July 09, 2007

"Now, pay attention 007"



Those of you were good at maths and stats and standard deviations from the norm and all that sort of mallarkey at school will be able to dig out your protractors, set squares and compasses and plot today's concept in graphical form tracking all key variables, so hey! your week is off to a great start already!

Our poser is this: if we were to assess every Bond film ever made according to two relative criteria - enjoyability of film and grooviness of music, what would come out on top? And, much more interestingly, for which films would the gap between the two ratings be greatest, i.e. what are the unmitigatingly shite Bond films with tremendous music, and what are the gobsmackingly fab Bond films with rubbish music? Are you still with me at the back? (ARE YOU CHEWING GUM BOY? WELL SPIT IT OUT).

For me, an excellent example in the rubbish movie but great music category is 'Octopussy' - a woefully bad outing for 007 with an antiquated Roger Moore camping it up, borderline racist 'Indian' villains, incoherent plotting, unsuspenseful chases and blah blah blah, BUT a superb late John Barry score echoing his very best early work, especially in rich orchestrations of the lovely title song 'All Time High' that run throughout.

And as for the best/best - hugely enjoyable films also with great music? 'Goldfinger', 'Dr No'? Of the later movies, 'The World Is Not Enough' with Barry-acolyte David Arnold's score and, way hey, Shirley Manson of Garbage?!

Whaddya think?

I have to tell you that there has always been a place in my heart for 'You Only Live Twice' (1967).

Film-wise it has peak-period Connery, Donald Pleasance's Blofeld, Little Nellie the jetcopter, lovely Asian women, spaceship-swallowing rockets and a villain's lair inside a massive volcano whose fake-lake surface rolls back like a big door. I mean come on! Musically - an awesome Barry soundtrack and, let us all give thanks, Nancy Bloody Sinatra!!!! Hmm, kind of beats Lulu, wouldn't you say?

Anyway, here are some musical excerpts for your delectation. Prepare to weep in awe at 'Mountains And Sunsets' (accompanies sweeping views of Japanese landscape) and thrill to the (much imitated, never bettered) tension of 'Capsule In Space' especially. Genius, truly.

John Barry (vocal, Nancy Sinatra) - 'You Only Live Twice - Title Song'
John Barry - 'Capsule In Space'
John Barry - 'A Drop In The Ocean'
John Barry - 'The Death Of Aki'
John Barry - 'Mountains And Sunsets'

[Buy the soundtrack here. This post based on an original pub discussion with my good friend Dr Al - happy birthday for tomorrow. In memory of Desmond Llewellyn 1914-1999].

Friday, July 06, 2007

Friday Reggae # 2 - Jamaican Soul


It has been a great week for the More Reggae In The Blogosphere (c) campaign, with Crash at Pretending Life Is Like A Song, Darcy at Feel It and Mick at Raiding The Vinyl Archive all signing up with groovy posts of riddim: RESPECT.

Lots of comments too from many of you lovely people of the 'Don't know much about reggae but know what I like' variety: and isn't it cool that what you like can be everything from Linton Kwesi Johnson's radical poetry take on the West Indian experience in 70s Britain to the roots rhythms of old punk favourite Dr Alimantado to Trenchtown-era Bob Marley to Althea & Donna and sunny chart-spanking reggae pop?

I loves it all, though it probably won't surprise you, given certain other musical 'leanings' that I have, that there is a soft spot in my heart for Music Of West Indian Origin with more than a little soul edge to it.

This, for example, I find simply sublime, starting as it does like a lost track from 'Dusty In Memphis' before kicking at 10 seconds into a seriously sexy rhythm and oh, that sweet vocal. It was originally recorded by Millie Jackson.

Susan Cadogan - 'Hurt So Good' (1974)

And perhaps Jimmy Cliff is Jamaica's Marvin Gaye: that pure, light, lovely voice that can soar, and does, on the almost gospel 'Many Rivers To Cross' (1971) and sooth too, like on the much, much less famous (and later) but almost as glorious 'Shelter Of Your Love' (1981).

Finally... 'Sitting In Limbo' (1971) I once shoved on the end of a tape of Balearic stuff I took to Ibiza - it was perfect sunshine listening on that magical island of intersecting leylines and chilled out good people. And they say the drugs don't work! (though please make mine a couple of these).

Happy weekend everyone.

[Buy Jimmy Cliff here; Susan Cadogan here - and on lots of compilations].

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Going Home



Right now I am so tired, dog tired, just fall into the sack and sleep for a thousand years tired. Too many early starts and long days and you know what it's like? When it feels like you're looking at the world through the wrong end of a telescope, your perspective's shrunk up and everything's weird and distant? Like that.

Last night I took to my trundle bed and I put on my big comfy, padded, old skool hi-fi headphones and I listened to this as I drifted into sleep. And it was beautiful.

Brian Eno - 'An Ending (Ascent)' (1983) (from this)

Forgive me for being lazy, but can I quote Wiki? (I'm so tired...)

This music was originally recorded in 1983 for a documentary called For All Mankind, directed by Al Reinert and originally intended as a non-narrative collection of NASA stock footage from the Apollo program. The non-narrative version with the Eno soundtrack was released on video in 1990 by the National Geographic Society.

I am sure I saw this film on TV, probably in the late 80s and probably late at night on BBC2. It was haunting.

'An Ending (Ascent)' accompanies the footage of the Apollo 11 module leaving the moon to return to Earth......we watch as the lunar surface slips steadily away below us. We are going home.

Night night.

[and happy 4th of July American friends]

Monday, July 02, 2007

"Hi, I'm Plenty"


But of coursh you are.

Did you catch this at Glastonbury? Marvellous. Works especially well in a Sheffield accent I feel...

Arctic Monkeys - 'Diamonds Are Forever' (live at Glastonbury) (2007)

And it's been too long since I posted something by His Holiness Our Lord Sir John Barry (All Give Praise), so here's our Shirl too.

Shirley Bassey - 'Diamonds Are Forever' (1971)

Sequinned wellies!

[You had better download the Monkeys at once because it will self-destruct in exactly one week. The Shirl is from this which there is no excuse whatsoever for you not owning; you might also consider this. Amazing fact! Plenty O'Toole was played by Lana Wood, Natalie's sister! Here's her website. What a shame you could not stay for dinner Mr. Bond].
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PS: I've just realised that this is my hundredth post. I was going to make a big song and dance about that when it happened, but here it is happening without me noticing. Which is as it should be really, isn't it?

Friday, June 29, 2007

Friday Reggae # 1 - Jamaican Rain


Latta people tellin' me reggae's a sunny music...

And since all it has done in the UK this week is piss down with rain, and many people are flooded out of their homes, how can sunny reggae be right?

Well you know what? They get a LOT of rain in Jamaica. Hurricanes too.

And here are some songs to prove it...

Bob Marley & The Wailers - 'Misty Morning' (1978)
Bob Marley & The Wailers - 'Kaya' (1971)
Bruce Ruffin - 'Rain' (1971)

Irie.

[Oh yes, that's the original version of 'Kaya' produced by Lee 'Scratch' Perry and available on this. The 1978 album of the same name, with a re-recorded version of the title track and the lovely 'Misty Morning', is a cracker though - maybe my favourite Bob LP - and available here. The Bruce Ruffin (a Jose Feliciano song given the pop-reggae treatment) is from this - but on lots of other compilations besides.]

This has been a More Reggae In The Blogosphere (c) posting 2007. Stay dry this weekend. Thanks to Darcy for joining the campaign x

Monday, June 25, 2007

Past Meets Present



As his regular readers will know, the inestimable Colin from And Before The First Kiss is away at the moment, but as he has been a tireless and sincere champion of the music of Robert Wratten I'd like to think of him as a benevolent and groovy spirit at the table of this post.

I mentioned back here that I'd been listening to a lot of The Field Mice lately - it was Colin's samples that got me downloading from emusic and elsewhere - and I've also been tracking down and loving the music Wratten made post-Field Mice with Northern Picture Library and, now, Trembling Blue Stars.

Well, a story that began for me as a paddle into the back catalogue (I still don't know why I didn't hear of and hear Wratten's 90s music at the time) has come bang up to date now with the release of a new album from Trembling Blue Stars called The Last Holy Writer and my purchase of same using the quaint method of (ah! nostalgia!) handing over a few grubby fivers in a high street record shop.

It is a work of melancholy loveliness and I think this is the best thing on it...

Trembling Blue Stars - 'Idyllwild' (2007)

Given those lyrics - A song on the radio/Makes you shiver/You want to curl into a ball/Makes you want to be 17/And forget the future's shrinking - it's spooky that the song reminds me so much musically and thematically of this...

Weekend - 'Past Meets Present' (1982)

...a single I bought when I was - 17.

Time flies swift as an arrow. Indeed.

[Trembling Blue Stars MySpace is here - look out for free downloads now and then - and the new album is here and other places. The pre-history of Bobby Wratten and his music is here. Oh, and you can get the Weekend track on this. Yes, yes Young Marble Giants - but let's get the Weekend revival going now].

Friday, June 22, 2007

What Were The Skies Like When You Were Young?



For Rickie Lee Jones the sunsets were purple and red and yellow and on fire and the clouds would catch the colours everywhere. You don't see that. Well, you might still see it in the desert...

The Orb - 'Little Fluffy Clouds (Dance Mk 2)' (1990)
The Orb - 'Little Fluffy Clouds (Cumulo Nimbus mix by Pal Joey)' (1991)

[From the original CD single and this respectively]

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Françoise Et Moi


When I was a small boy my Dad was a big fan of Reader's Digest box sets. Mail order music long before Amazon, and 'not available in the shops', they usually comprised 8 or so 'easy listening' LPs with glossy, high-production-value sleeves designed to a theme, and expensive inner bags lined with soft cellophane, all presented in numbered order in a robust matching box.

In our house these boxes lay stacked ceremoniously beneath the Grundig 'radiogram', a major item of mock-mahogany furniture with a hinged lid that revealed the turntable and a front door that opened to the radio. They came out on a Sunday morning while the potatoes were roasting for lunch, or occasionally late on a Friday when my parents had friends around 'for dinner'. Very sophisticated. Very Abigail's Party.

From a young age I liked to open these boxes, sniff the new record and glossy photo smell they kept fresh inside and study the LPs for interesting music I might like. You could buy single artist collections (The Carpenters, Andy Williams, Jim Reeves) and my Dad had some of these, but he really favoured the compilations: Wonderful World Of Music, Golden Hit Parade, A Little Night Music. You'd find some real gems on these, in amongst the syrupy orchestral covers of middle-of-the-road standards: Golden Hit Parade pulled together original pop hits from every year from 1960 to 1973 and was the place I first heard and fell in love with The Searchers 'Needles And Pins', Thunderclap Newman's 'Something In The Air' and Zager & Evans 'In The Year 2525' - all the hits of my older brothers' teenage years. And on others I discovered Duke Ellington, Glen Campbell, Herb Alpert (yay! the Tijuana Sound!), Michel Legrand, the themes from The Man From U.N.C.L.E and Peter Gunn - and *sigh* Françoise Hardy....

The song Dad had, on an LP of French artists singing songs in English called Entente Cordiale (!) was 'All Over The World' and I thought at the time that it was one of the most beautiful things I had ever heard. I still do; those breathy, accented vocals so high in the mix (phwoar!), the crisp accompaniment, the sound, and those sad romantic lyrics.

Years later I tracked more Françoise down (in France) and of course by then I knew that she was a legend, an icon of the swinging Parisian sixties, someone Bob Dylan had written poems about (!) ('For Françoise Hardy/At the Seine's edge/A giant shadow of Notre Dame seeks t' grab my foot'...ahem), the Gallic Marianne Faithfull.

And she's still cool now - recording with Blur and Air and that bloke from Placebo and you name it.

But I'll never forget that time I heard 'All Over The World' on Dad's Grundig for the first time.

Shiver.

Françoise Hardy - 'Le Temps De L'Amour' (1962)
Françoise Hardy - 'La Maison Ou J'Ai Grandi' (1966)
FrançoiseHardy- 'Autumn Rendezvous' (1966)

(Françoise is much compiled - see here; her website is here - in French, bien sur - great photos!).

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

"I'm Not A Genius, I'm Just A Hard-Working Guy"


Composer, producer, arranger, musician, singer, performer and bona fide pop legend Brian Wilson is 65 today. It's wonderful to know that not only has he lived to collect his bus pass (and God Only Knows that longevity has looked a dodgy prospect more than once over the last forty years), but better still that he is healthier, happier and more musically active than he has been for decades.

The list of highly-creative, prodigiously talented and painfully sensitive individuals who did LSD (and Lord knows what else) by the cartload in the late 1960s and survived is a tragically short one: Brian famously took to his bed for five years in the 1970s, and despite many 'Brian Is Back' false dawns in intervening years did not really write or record much of substance again until the late 1980s.

This solo album release, at the time, seemed miraculous enough....

...I couldn't have imagined that 16 years later I would spend the evening of my 39th birthday watching the magnificent, mythic, abandoned-in-'66 song cycle 'SMiLE' performed (completed!) triumphantly by its composer at the Royal Festival Hall as a July sun slipped down across the Thames; this thing we had read about and dreamed about and tried to make sense of and put back together from the broken fragments of bootlegs, there before us, whole, and lovely and old and new all at once. Talk about great gigs of your life...

So, to honour Brian's attainment of OAP status I have posted 1) an interview he gave with Mojo magazine in 1997 where he talks about the recording of 'Good Vibrations' 2) the edited sequence of 'Vibrations' recording sessions from the CD reissue of Smiley Smile 3) a 'SMiLE' centrepiece and one of the few intact songs from the original sessions to actually see release in the late 60s (on this) 4) a cruelly underrated instrumental from Pet Sounds which may just be one of the best things he ever wrote 5) something for the summer (from this).

Happy Birthday Brian - we love ya.

Brian Wilson - Mojo interview excerpt (1997)
Brian Wilson - 'Good Vibrations [Various Sessions]' (1966)
The Beach Boys - 'Cabinessence' (1966)
The Beach Boys - 'Let's Go Away For Awhile'(1966)
The Beach Boys - 'The Warmth Of The Sun' (1964)

[Brian is touring Europe now - details at the official website here; a decent book about 'SMiLE' here; the 2004 re-recording here].

Saturday, June 16, 2007

There Is No Going Back...



No, not once you have fallen truly, madly, deeply in love with the guitar soundscapes and soaring melodies of Mr Robin Guthrie and the extraordinary voice of Ms Elizabeth Fraser. As I did, so many years ago...*sigh*.

Remarkably, this is my first Cocteau Twins post (such self-restraint - I could have overwhelmed you with them) but I hope it won't be the last.

This song fits into the proverbial 'grab at all costs if house burning down' category for me; but I hadn't seen the video until just the other day, and it is lovely.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Get The Funk In Here Some More!


There's a Minnie Riperton link too to our Friday funk-out in this North London 'nu jazz' collective's 1998 cover of her song, originally from Come Into My Garden.

I thought the vocal had to be sampled when I first heard this, so spookily close is lead Carina Andersson to the original; but the production here is shiny new - and I love the way the whole thing builds to that great big, elatory chorus.

Peace and love and happiness eh maaan?

4Hero - 'Les Fleur' (1998)

Available here; 4Hero on MySpace here. The original Riperton album, produced and scored by Rotary Connection's Charles Stepney, and a real cracker, is here.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Some Songs For Summer


I made this little playlist last summer and turned it into a CD for my mate Marty. Since then, whenever a hot sun has shone by day, all day - or there has been a warm, hazy evening and a good sunset - I have played it. And it's just seemed to, I dunno, work...

Let me say that it was compiled with a real STINKER in mind - you know, the kind of stacked summer day when just to move is a sketch; a sultry piece - all still. So hot even the cicadas have shut down, it's siesta time, all quiet, nothing doin'. An occasional fly buzzing maybe.

Well...we don't get too many days like that in these islands - just now and then perhaps, and the rest of the time we dream. Or enlarge our carbon footprints by jet-stepping to warmer places...

Anyway. Thinking about it and playing it (again) this week, it seemed to me that it pretty much contains all of the kindamusics that animate this Ghost thing week in, week out. A little bit of cosy indie (from Norwegians! Again!) , some heartful soul/funk, an ambient/Balearic vibe, some blissed-out prog and folk.

I hope you like it and it helps your summer along.

Of course it's made to be listened to right through, in sequence - and ideally in sunshine. But if you pick off just one or two tracks and play them in the rain, that's OK too. Obviously.

Some Songs For Summer
Kings Of Convenience - 'Gold In The Air Of Summer' (2004)
Elcho - 'Lazy Summer Days' (2005)
Rotary Connection - 'I Am The Black Gold Of The Sun' (1971)
Shrift - 'Lost In A Moment' (2006)
Ibizarre - 'The Summer Song' (2001)
Kings Of Convenience - 'Summer On The Westhill' (2001)
Pink Floyd - 'A Pillow Of Winds' (1971)
John Martyn - 'Small Hours' (1977)

Get the Kings Of Convenience here; John Martyn here and Elcho from this. The genius of Rotary Connection (featuring Minnie Riperton) here, Ibizarre here and Shrift here. Pink Floyd here - thanks Alex for filling the gaps in 'Meddle' x.
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Picture taken somewhere near Windsor, Berkshire, England - 13.06.07 , just before lunchtime by me from my bike on a Big Ride from London.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Blue Monday



Well, not exactly blue, but definitely a bit grey here in London after a surprisingly sizzling weekend.

I don't know much about Flunk other than 1) a few songs that have come my way over the last few years, all of which I like 2) they are Norwegian.

What is it with the Norwegians these days? They're so cool and groovy with the indie music thing. When did that happen? I'm sure they were all heavy metallists when I were a lad...

Flunk - 'Blue Monday' (2002)

(My copy of this track from this which is a snip for 99p on ebay; Flunk's website here).

Friday, June 08, 2007

Get The Funk 'n' Northern Soul In Here!


Years ago I used to present a weekly Friday night soul show on the preposterously named Hospital Radio Nine at St George's Hospital, Tooting (there were no hospital radios 1-8 as far as I could tell). Our 'studio' wasn't in the quite slick environment of the general hospital building, but in the nearby Springfield Hospital, which was a psychiatric unit. It was at the very top of the building in a kind of late Victorian gothic tower with small leaded windows, many of which were broken (this was quite nice in the summer when the stuffiness would be relieved by cool breezes sweeping across Streatham Vale, but a tad nippy in the winter).

To get to the studio you had to walk through the wards, and it was common to be 'detained' by patients, most of whom were a) very sweet b) rather bewildered, for obvious reasons. The place had that disinfectant/boiled cabbage/stale urine kind of smell and all the chairs were slashed PVC with the foam rubber spilling out. Broadcasting House it was not.

I was never convinced anyone actually listened to my show, or the station in general come to that: we were encouraged to give out an internal phone number for patients to ring in requests, but no-one ever did. At least this meant we didn't have to play any Phil Collins I suppose.

We frequently amused ourselves by coming up with lists of records it would be inappropriate to play - 'Still Ill' by The Smiths was an obvious no-no - but 'Always Crashing In The Same Car' (Bowie) 'My Death' (Jacques Brel) 'Cancer' (Joe Jackson) and Tears For Fears' 'Mad World' also seemed unlikely to make the playlist. If we'd had a playlist.

Basically I got to play my favourite soul, funk and disco for an hour every week whilst occasionally rambling on inconsequentially.

Sound familar? If only blogging had been invented back then, I could have given the sick, distressed and unsettled of South London a break.

Anyway, I had this on a cassette compilation called What's Happening Stateside that somebody at the station nicked. I hope it brought joy to whoever acquired it.

Do me a favour - play it tonight, LOUD.

And tell me it isn't one of the best soul records ever made.

Little Anthony & The Imperials - 'Better Use Your Head' (1966)

(Now available on this, and literally dozens of similar compilations).

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Why Not Call Up Robin Hood?


I have an overnight stay in Nottingham tonight because I'm working there early tomorrow.

I don't know the city well, though I have been there before. I remember a devilish one-way system, some quite leafy suburbs, a big castle and lots of students. Oh, and Robin Hood mallarkey all over the place.

Any advice on what I should do with my evening?

If this is still a '0 Comments' post by 8pm, I shall be forced to watch England struggle to beat Estonia from my bland hotel room. *sob*.

Richard Hawley - 'Hotel Room' (2005)
New Order - 'In A Lonely Place' (1981)

(from this and this respectively).

Monday, June 04, 2007

A Slow Burner


Are some of your favourite albums the ones that weren't instant hits with you? The ones that weren't obvious, that didn't leap out at you the first time you played them? But that you came back to - just now and then at first, then more frequently, then a lot? And then they ended up Albums Of Your Life?

This was one for me.

I know it's an acknowledged classic and all, but when I got it last summer except for 'May You Never' which I already knew (and which is arguably the best song about friendship ever written - discuss) it just didn't especially gel with me. It moved to the bottom of the 'new and special' CDs pile on the shelf by the stereo, and it even got a bit dusty for a while. Other purchases outstripped it in plays and re-plays ten-to-one.

But then, not so long ago...

And again, more recently...

And now....

Bloody brilliant. And seriously chilled (Stoned? Well yes, but in a really good, 4am kinda way).

So once again I discover - some things take time, and those things are usually the best things, and you shouldn't just attend to the things that shout the loudest.

John Martyn - 'Solid Air' (1973)
John Martyn - 'Over The Hill' (1973)
John Martyn - 'May You Never' (1973)

(More about John Martyn here; his own website here. Buy Solid Air here).

Friday, June 01, 2007

Get The Funk 'n' Spices In Here!


After eating out and partaking of rather too many Pinot Grigios last night, I shall be staying in ce soir and cooking the (in some quarters legendary) DavyH prawn curry - spices, onion, garlic, ginger and fresh tomatoes all cooked down nice and slow before the smooth coconut cream is added and the masala paste-marinated prawns and chopped coriander tumble in finally.
I find this track works well with the stirring.

Booker T & The MGs - 'Melting Pot' (1971)

(another great slice of hot soul-funk from this).
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[The curry in the picture is a posh BBC Food Magazine type curry, not mine. I hadn't cooked mine yet when I wrote the words - I have now, and it was nice, but it didn't have tastefully arranged limes in soft focus in the foreground. And the prawns were peeled. Just thought you should know]