Happy Birthday 1987! I just watched Some Kind Of Wonderful and I think it is safe to say that I was deeply in love with Mary Stuart Masterson back in 1987. And I from this clip I can see why! And a great soundtrack to boot, with this wonderful rendition …
It was a hot afternoon Last day of June And the sun was a demon The clouds were afraid One ten in the shade And the pavement was steaming I told Billy Ray In his red Chevrolet I needed time for some thinking I was just walking by When I …
Here we are again with action from Max. If you recall I’ve been forced to limit my postings to once a month due to “Contractual Obligations.” But they are not all a bad thing and there are a surprising number of great songs and skits are on Monty Python’s Contractual …
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch …
Yes, well, it’s personal. For me the greatest date in history is the night Van Morrison payed the Filmore. It was on my 8th birthday at the beginning of the greatest decade in history. I couldn’t be there, but I can listen to the concert on the greatest night right …
There were two seminal releases in the first half of 1963. One was issued from the trousers of a butcher in Sussex. The other was the breakthrough 12″ of a young boy from the midwest who crashed into Greenwich village like a freight train bound for glory.
Speaking of being cutoff in one’s prime (and Miss Jean Brodie died in her mid fifties), let’s raise a glass to Ranking Roger. Stand down Margaret in heaven and leave a throne free for the toast master. We can’t get used to losing him anymore than Joe!!! Pump, pump !!! …
Yes, it’s here again. National record day. Dig out your cassettes, your vinyl, your gladrags and your glitter ball. Time to Roll Away the Stone and get on down to Devil Gate Drive for some Rock n Roll Suicide. How many record stores can you name from the C20th. Before …
So, Bob’s have been like Verlaine’s and Rimbaud’s. But mine have been more like Geldof’s and Duchamp’s so let’s have a pop quiz question. Name that song: ‘Jean confided to me She’s Mona Lisa’s biggest fan. She drew a mustache on her face She’s always seen her as a man.’ …
So when we are young we all want to be older, but, as we quickly find out, this feeling changes when we get older … But who wants to go through the teenage years again or even the early twenties? I think we all want to be younger, but take …
… without any tears. Unless they’re of laughter. I posted about the death of Nic Roeg and all the great films he made, which included Insignificance, a film that postulated a hotel meeting between Marilyn Monroe and Einstein, among others. Well one seminal meeting that actually happened, to the joy …
One of the biggest reasons I’ve slowed down on my postings, not just quality postings but any postings, is because I have another blog that is much bigger than this one and it has been taking up all of my spare time. My days and nights are taken up with …
Yes, as Max says, Joe’s long gone now. But not forgotten. check out this homage to the great Clash busking tour of 1985. They came to Leeds and the announcement went round the Royal Park that Joe was outside playing white Riot — ‘Fuck off’ said Kentucky as he ordered …
It was sad to see that the relatively young man Pete Shelley left us: Most musical of mourners, weep again! There seems to be no rhyme or reason when these icons drop and good old Keith Richards, who has looked dead for 20 years at least is till trucking along. …
What do I Get? That’s what the Buzzcocks asked. Well, Pete, me old mate. 63. That’s what you get. Three score years and three for this particular Homo Sapien. Too young; much too young. As another Shelley wrote on the death of a Mr Keats: I weep for Adonais—he is …
There was me thinking I was a conservative all these years, but after reading The Consul’s helpful post on Generation Jones I’m pleased to say I am an a Radical after all … which is music to my ears: Me and Mrs Jones And talking of music we have to …
Any reasonably astute reader of this blog will know that we have great affection and admiration for Dylan’s masterpiece: Blood on the Tracks. But one has to question if maybe the master has gone too far with his latest release: Volume 14 of the Bootleg Series, More Blood More Tracks. …
Yes, I took in the Dylan exhibition. A sore sight for C21st eyes. Lyrics and Drawings from six decades, plus a few doodlings from the Bobster. Well worth a gander if you’re down London way.
So, while Max regales us with tales of his sheltered upbringing (he made up for it later), let’s note that it is National Album Day, today: 13 October 2018. It is great to see this celebrated on the BBC all day, with special mention going to the Mastertapes discussion with …
Sometimes I think The Consul and I live in parallel universes: Squonk Regarding American Squirm I too purchased the single because of the “B” side that was actually sung by the other Elvis. To this day, although Nick Lowe wrote the song, I think Costello’s version is not only better, …
I’m lovin it — no, not McDonalds you schmuck; I mean Maxim Max’s post about NL. I remember pur—–chasing that par—-ticular re—-cord back in the day; mainly ‘cos What’s So Funny was on the other side. But yes it fed into the trashing of American mythology along with Radio Radio …
When I think of what makes the British squirm it is pretty much everything, but an American? That has got to be pretty tricky. I’d love to know what Nick Lowe said to make an American Squirm!
What a dilemma. I found these two tomes in a bookshop and thought I’d take a photo of them together. Do you care, like Felicity, and give a Fig and put lots of effort in trying to succeed with your goals; or do you, like Mark, believe that striving is …
Feel the vibes people – this is how it felt when I was 15 years old.
Great to have a week off work; do the pubs, enjoy the country, drink the wine, fruit of the vine. And listen to some Van. As I said before, I only wish we were smokin’ up in Kendal, with your red robe dangling. But it’s pretty good here, you know, …
When you go to a live concert you’re hoping to hear your favorite songs. But of course you want more than that, you could stay at home and listen to the albums if that is all you wanted. You are looking for atmosphere and some connection with the band. In …
a young boy? … who wishes he ‘was a punk rocker with flowers in his hair’ (don’t get me started…) So, we went to see the Bootleg Beatles, who were a lot of fun. Then we got to see the Chinese Beatles ballet in HK!! Is nothing fuckin’ sacred? Not …
Very sad to hear The Bully died. RIP DICK SWIFT. Great song. Great to make your own video to, too! Hey buddy, I saw you from the side, leaning on my car… What the fuck is up with that, huh? Do you see me – leaning on your car?? Uh? …
In just over two weeks my good lady and I will be journeying back to Dallas to see Jeff Lynn’s ELO live in concert. I’m really looking forward to it. So far this year we have seen some much younger performers: Demi Lovato and P!nk and adding an old duffer …
I’ve now spent more than half of my life in the wonderful USA and unlike what you read and see on the internet and TV it is still a great country with lots of potential. When I walk around my local community and stores I’m greeted with smiles and hellos …
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