Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Can You Handle the Fireball??
"Once upon a time, The Raunch Hands were the best band in the world. Nothing has changed. MIKE MARICONDA, legendary producer and the most dangerous guitar player on seven continents, now living in Austin, Texas, had an idea. He began working on his latest Rock'n'Roll Blockbuster with a team of Texas players that came to be THE STEPBROTHERS. They had already destroyed every club in Austin. Now he had lined them up to record his Greatest Statement, a Powerhouse Odyssey of Rhythm and Soul!
But there was something missing... The grease, the action, the suave-as-all-git-out, kill'em all attitude of the RAUNCH HANDS!!!
Over twenty-years traveling the world with the Raunch Hands, Mariconda, with his team of MICHAEL CHANDLER on vocals and MIKE EDISON behind the drums, had developed a technique now known as THROWING THE FIREBALL. It was time to do it again.
Chandler was last seen in Brooklyn singing for his garage-gospel band CHANDLER AND THE CHASERS. Edison had been working in Manhattan as a pornographer, and traveling France and Spain with his outer-space blues band the EDISON ROCKET TRAIN. Mariconda sent them plane tickets and summoned them with these instructions:
Come to Austin. IT IS TIME TO THROW THE FIREBALL.
The result is THE RAUNCH HANDS' BIGG TOPP, a shocking dose of Rock'n'roll, Soul, Twang, and Power. It is more than a just a record, it is a Party Out of Control, a Biological Dirty Bomb, the The First Great Rock'n'Roll Statement of the 21st Century!!!
Says Mariconda: "There was no way I could make the best rock'n'roll record of all time without Chandler and Edison. Science has yet to find a substitute. Hide the women and children, The Raunch Hands are back."
Here is the Raunch Hands’ Bigg Topp new release- “Feel It”! Get ready for eleven tracks of uncensored, overwhelmingly filthy grooves! "Second Hand Man" rips and shreds with brutal slide guitar! "The Sophisticated Screw" twists and turns with criminal sex appeal! "Mojo Hannah" is Crescent City Second Line played with the ferocity of a hurricane!!!"
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Del Rey and The Sun Kings “Battleship Potemkin” is a homage to the silent Eisenstien movie. The director had stated that he hoped that a new soundtrack for the film might be composed every 10 years. The film is now 82 years old or thereabouts and I think that onetime Savage Republic man Jackson Del Rey was horrified that the most recent attempt was by The Pet Shop Boys. This somewhat ambient score somehow seems more fitting and I wonder if there have actually been public screenings with this providing the sonic backdrop. As composition goes, the kraut-rockish elements interweave with more traditional instrumentation. I don’t have the credentials to even begin to tell you how this guy has succeeded in such an astronomical task. But he has.
17 Pygmies were active in the 80’s but I don’t recall them at all. Their musical stylings have been dubbed “arcanica” by themselves. Apparently it means no-hit wonders. This "13 Blackbirds/13 Lotus" doublepack isn’t something you can stick on and instantly become acquainted with. It’s intricate and practically baroque. Folk but not as you reporter is familiar with the form. The pastoral piano shards of “Bley” other-world music are better soaked up in a peaceful environment. I tried playing it loud but it made much more sense at a more gentle volume. Maybe they could come up with some kind of pod for you to climb into for best results. Like a flotation tank.
Visit Trakwerx and check out these strange, NEW, sounds for yourself. The proof of the pudding after all…
Monday, January 29, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
CROSSING THE RED SEA SHOWS 2007
Commemorating 30 years of THE ADVERTS "Crossing The Red Sea With The Adverts",
"After a couple of singles in 1977 put them in the top 10 charts and on Top Of The Pops, seminal UK punk band THE ADVERTS released their first LP which confirmed they deserved a top spot on punk rock's podium along with their peers The Clash, The Buzzcocks, and The Damned . Though "Crossing The Red Sea With The Adverts" didn't reach the popularity levels of these bands, it has been a major influence on artists like Henry Rollins (Black Flag, The Rollins Band), Ian Mackaye (Minor Threat, Fugazi), Bobby Gillespie (Primal Scream), Ian Brown (The Stone Roses), as well as too many others to mention, and has been named " one of the best punk albums of all time " by some of the biggest music magazines on the globe, including MOJO, Q and UNCUT.
TV Smith, the Adverts' frontman and songwriter, continued his musical career after the demise of the band in 1979, playing solo shows all over the world, as well as frequent collaborations with other bands, like Die Toten Hosen in Germany, and Suzy & Los Quattro in Spain. After releasing a single with the Spaniards, a project named TV SMITH & THE BORED TEENAGERS was born, which toured for three weeks in Spain in 2006, receiving rave reviews. The high energy level of the shows and the great chemistry between the punk veteran and his younger but well experienced musicians - all of them die-hard Adverts fanatics - wasn't lost on the crowds, and was voted "Show Of The Year" by the readers of Gruta 77 magazine.
On the 5th April 2007, TV SMITH & THE BORED TEENAGERS will play a one-and-only small venue performance at the historic 100 Club in London, commemorating 30 years since the birth of The Adverts, and performing the whole of "Crossing The Red Sea" live from beginning to end for the first time since 1977, plus an encore featuring other TV Smith and Adverts' classics.
Shortly after that the band embark on a select series of performances throughout Europe.
Bookings are now being taken for Crossing The Red Sea summer dates between May and September, so be sure not to miss this unique chance to get the real deal..."
TV Smith website... he also has a show with Kim Salmon next Sunday in Melbourne!
Far more worthy of your dinero is the Eddy Current Suppression Ring on Dropkick Records. They’re making the kind of energised rock’n’roll that isn’t trading on anything but a jolt to the parts that don’t get too much fizz these days. Mr H first brought the band onto my radar some weeks ago and Glenn Terry of the fine Vicious Sloth Collectibles operation was kind enough to send it all the way from their native down under. As you know, the aussies have a way with this kind of thing. Imagine John Otway fronting a skewed approximation of Television, The Fall and maybe The Scientists. It’s punk rock but not as we conventionally know it. Or try this, Wreckless Eric duelling with Compulsion (remember them?) via the Feelgoods? By all accounts this is the closest the band has come to transferring their live jizz to the recording studio with anything approaching the intensity of a live show. The ECSR is an unexploded bomb and if they get closer to splitting their particular atom then stand way, way back or just bathe in that lovely noise. Quite what is being suppressed evidently isn't treatable by conventional medication. I get the impression that “Having A Hard Time” could last somewhere between 2 and 10 minutes depending on their mood swings, not to mention roundabouts. I’m thinking of adopting their “Insufficient Funds” opus as my theme song. It’s good that this particular incubation jar is out in Australia. That means it can gestate before the contents can be tampered with by what approximates a music press here. By the time they get here, the virus will be unstoppable. By all accounts of the cognoscenti in their part of the world, it’s pretty chuffing virulent as it is. Like the guy says "It's all square, even when it's round".
Saturday, January 27, 2007
(Thanks to Stefan for drawing my attention to that. Never had a clue that he passed away in October)
Been having ongoing technical problems and other bullshit to contend with. Something resembling normal service is always a possibility but in no way certain.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Sticking with Sweden, SOS kicked off this years antics with a show at Nice'n'Sleazy. It seems to have been refurbished since I was last there and was surprised not to be sticking to the floor. The name has connotations with The Stranglers for me and that's not good. Anyway it was a pleasant shindig with a decent turnout for Vapnet (pronounced Wapnet). They make a sound not unlike Bob Hund swapping blows with OMD. After a couple of bursts of a black metal direction courtesy of the PA, the evening settled down and the band laid their morricone-mariachi pop stylings upon us. Per-Olof and Jesper from the HS brass action combo (as well as Autisterna) were there and the singer in Vapnet, Martin (Hanberg) also duets with Annika on the Säkert album. Like that, all of the songs were in Swedish but it didn't matter a jot. Apparently the last song in the set was about all the people they hate but not done with a hateful sound. Hopefully they'll come back and play again. For longer. With a PA that hasn't been handled by some Norwegian church burners. Openers, Skeleton Bob weren't bad either. They did a cheeky wee version of "Mama Mia". Might have played a wee bit too long but when they get around to pacing their set then who knows, they could leave people wanting more.
I'm having trouble with this bloody thing tonight, think i've caught something on myspace that you can't buy cream to rub on.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
See you at the bar? Selah, The Stripchords
Saturday Night Beaver
The Fabulous Penetrators
January, 27 2007 at
As ever, virtual vittles can be had via www.myspace.com/thestripchords
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"Ballads, Boogies & Blues"
Monday, January 22, 2007
I wonder if it would be possible to record the English translation to these songs? In order for them to be heard by as many people as is possible although I doubt if it'd be half as poetic as it does in the native Svensk. The album runs the gamut from shimmering sombre folk to bouncing Nuevo motown and never misses a beat. There's even some whistling. “Det Här Är Vad De Säger” (“This Is What They Are Saying”) is almost choral or churchlike. That ticker of yours just might though. Säkert! means “sure” or “certain” and this is sure/certain to hit whatever spot that requires tweaking. “Allt Som Är Ditt” (“Everything That’s Yours”) is like Eno period Roxy Music channelling “Common People” and strangely the closest parallel in terms of a recent UK release would be the Jarvis Cocker record. However this is way more consistent. I’ve no idea what the individual groups that these musicians have been drawn from sound like but the investigation is about to begin. There are a couple of great duets (one with Martin from Vapnet) on here that have a particular Eurovibe. If the UK is set to have the Mozzer represent us then Sweden should secure the services of Ms Norlin. She’ll wipe the bloody floor with him. Visit the Razzia website to be directed as to where you can get your paws on a copy. (Thanks to Mr Ulf for the translations)
Sunday, January 21, 2007
The title is a tad misleading (Seattle pun intended), being that the blast zone is far wider than just the Pacific Northwest’s (arguably) most famous export. It’s kind of told in a “Please Kill Me” format without being like that at all because it’s bonded by a commentary which connects the individual reflections and quotes. This gives the angles a dimension that just stringing together a bunch of statements could never relate. It features many peripheral players in the rise of the last big rock movement before the music industry started to implode.
It has Girl Trouble, The Fastbacks and a ton more. Reminded me of seeing Mudhoney’s first ever European show in Berlin, what was that - 1988? A few minds were blown that night I can tell you. I was never terribly interested in Nirvana as a band. There was a little too much roll missing from their ouvre but I saw a documentary about the making of Nevermind recently that kinda made me re-think my position. A wee bit. Anyway Mr True has been awarded the albatross of having globalised the thing called “grunge”. And he was never one to let the whole truth get in the way of a good yarn. "The True Story" is the best tackle of the subject since Gina Arnold’s Route 666 by a good country mile. When all is said, and the last brickbat has been jettisoned Mr Thackray is a believer. I know he has his detractors but for his sins he was in the front like when something that approximated “Punk” broke in the USA.
As you know, that particular country is made up of States that are bigger than UK. It’s a vast place and Nirvana rose at a time when the charts there were in a period of flux. Sort of like they are here with the advent of downloads. For a brief period, it was possible for a band to break through into the mainstream. Even something relatively underground. I recall Allan Campbell telling me that he called Geffen asking them about Nirvana and their press office didn’t even know that they had a band by that name. But anyway, “A True Story” is a exhaustive fly through by someone who was there and who soaked up more than he’d possibly care to admit. His proximity to the main character might alarm him but it’s not his fault that he was too close to the flame. In some ways it’s better that he was because his love of music protected him from being swamped by it. Some distance has now passed between him and those days in the trenches. Post traumatic rock stress disorder notwithstanding, this can be enjoyed whether you gave a hoot about Kurt Cobain or not.
You see, it was never just about him. Or the fact he killed himself. Or did he? The geography of the place Nirvana came from had as much to do with what they became as anything. For my money, Girl Trouble was the best band to come from that neck. I love that band and one of the best nights I ever spent was in their company at The Crocodile Café when I discovered that Bill "The Big Kahuna" Henderson and I shared an admiration of Sigue Sigue Sputnik while some totally shite hype called The Frogs was plying it’s questionable trade in the next room. At the height of the Nirvana boom, a TV show called Twin Peaks was quietly devouring people in their front rooms. I did and still do love the smell of them douglas firs in the morning… and look forward to snagging Part 2 on dvd this coming April so I can play the Heather Graham "Chickadee on a Dodge Dart" sequence over and over... but where was I.
But as it was the band seemed to conquer the world and Nirvana had a huge Scottish connection. Fast Forward via Stephen Pastel’s connection with Calvin Johnson of K, distributed “Love Buzz” in the UK. Kurt was a huge fan of The Vaselines amongst other Scots pop ensembles and wore a Captain America T-shirt on the cover of NME. Their tour manager Alex MacLeod was a former member of The Legion of The Cramped and Big John (Duncan) formerly of The Exploited was their guitar tech.
So anyway, it’s a massive tome and I took a while with it because I kept going back over things, surely a sign of a worthwhile work. No sign of the Young Fresh Fellows in there but Eddie and the Hot Rods make the cut, that puzzled me a bit but then again what the hell do I know. Susie Tennant is and that can only be a good thing. “The Aftermath” chapter is pretty poignant for me. Offering that it was pretty much about making a bunch of sub-standard bands and Courtney (Love) rich. Making it possible for them to have careers. I don't think that's Nirvana's fault per se, there's always an element of free-loading for the limited time that a particulardoor is "stuck" open.
I wonder what would have happened if Kurt was still around? I’m not sure if it’s possible to be as big as they were on the cusp of becoming anymore. Hell, look how “famous” The Ramones are here in 2007. And not one of the main protagonists around to see, far lest cash in on the situation. He’d probably be seeing ever-diminishing returns like everybody else. It’s an interesting conundrum to be sure and whatever was responsible for his exit, that was an end to it all. At least in tangible terms.
Everett True heads up the renegades at Plan B these days. A magazine devoted to a canvas of pop that’s almost and deep and wide as the Pacific Northwest itself. You might not always agree with him but he’s providing a service unsullied by the cut and paste culture that pervades what passes for “music journalism” these days.
Nirvana – The True Story is published by Omnibus Press. You can get it from Amazon or wherever. You can also go and pick it off the shelf and read random chapters if your local bookshop allows such a practice.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Friday, January 19, 2007
(Title translation by Mr Ulf)
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Today was the annual slight fall of snow, country grinds to a halt fiasco. It had been predicted for days but did that help? Course not. I'm probably exaggerating by saying there was two inches. Or 50mm if you're a stickler for metric but everything stopped this morning. Pathetic. It was much worse elsewhere in the UK, the borders and the South took a real hammering and a lot of people are without power and worse. However 2 sodding inches of snow was what snarled up the highways and byways around here. Just wait til we get independence….
(Stops typing. Stares at floor and clicks "publish post")
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
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Sunday, January 14, 2007
From: Dead Flowers Productions
"A terrible tragedy has befallen our good friends ? & The Mysterians. This past Tuesday evening, the home of ? and his manager and manager's wife, burned to the ground. They have lived in this house for the past 30 plus years and everything they own, gold records, photos, everything was lost. They are uninsured. They raise Yorkshire Terriers and lost four of their seven dogs and other pets in the fire. They are now trying to survive by living in their tour bus parked at their farm. They were off the road so the bus was not stocked with anything at the time. No food, clothing, or any thing that will allow them to exist for long.
They are in need of everything. Also any photos or recordings anyone can supply them with as they were not able to save anything except the three of his dogs, two of whom are eldery and blind and one boot he could slip on before running out of the fire. Please help if you can. Any donations can be mailed to ? & The Mysterians at: PO Box 96, Clio, MI 48420.
If you can help in any other ways, please contact us at email@example.com and speak with us. We can put you in direct contact with ? if you would like to help him directly. We'd like to see about putting on a few benefits for them so they can rebuild. Anyone interested please please contact us quickly. If you'd like to put on a benefit for them yourselves, any and all help will be greatly appreciated."
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Sounds of Sweden presents:
Melodic Swedes VAPNET and Glaswegian country crooners SKELETON BOB
Wednesday, January 24, 9pm to 12am, 4GBP entry
Nice N Sleazy, 421 Sauchiehall St, Glasgow,
G2 3LG - T: 0141 333 0900
"Vapnet is two boys named Martin and a host of friends with fun instruments like trumpet, trombone, flute, melodica and xylophone. They hail from Ostersund in the far north of Sweden, and they make music to infuse the long, dark winter nights with warm radiance. They are one of the most popular Swedish bands singing in their native tongue, and their debut EP Ge Dom Våld hit the charts and sold out almost immediately. The song Kalla Mig was the single of summer 2005, and debut album Jag Vet Hur Man Väntar (Hybris, 2006) has been rapturously received. But as one Pitchfork reviewer noted in his effusive review, language is relative, and even if your knowledge of Swedish doesn't extend beyond the aisles of Ikea, it's doesn't matter because Vapnet speak fluent pop. "Vapnet conjugate pop's structural and instrumental elements to create brightly melodic, lushly orchestrated music that doesn't let its ambitions or its inventiveness get in the way of setting a perfect mood or having a good time." (full review below) Members of Skeleton Bob also come from the far north - of Scotland. Their reaction to cold, harsh winters, however, has been to look westward, to Texas and the scorched plains of midwest America. The sound has been described as "wistful country-tinged banjo-coustica with mouth organ and flat caps," and it is as warming and filling as a steaming bowl of sweetened porridge oats. "
Vapnet - Jag Vet Hur Man Väntar[Hybris; 2006] Rating: 8.3 (Review from Pitchfork)
I don't speak a word of Swedish beyond what I've picked up at Ikea, but that hasn't stopped Vapnet's debut full-length, Jag Vet Hur Man Väntar, from becoming my very own summer album-- despite that drearily overcast cover. It is, of course, closer to Super Furry Animals or Belle & Sebastian than current faves like Lily Allen, Nelly Furtado, or Girl Talk, but the album evokes a distinctive lull particular to these oppressively hot months. So, as I endure the sun and humidity, I like to think Vapnet is really singing about rabbits and swimming holes and first love. Language, after all, is relative. These lyrics obviously mean something to the band members, and whether or not I grasp the finer points of these songs is mostly beside the point, because Vapnet speak fluent pop. As someone who often prizes lyrical boldness over musical innovation, I don't make this claim lightly. Vapnet conjugate pop's structural and instrumental elements to create brightly melodic, lushly orchestrated music that doesn't let its ambitions or its inventiveness get in the way of setting a perfect mood or having a good time. Songwriter and guitarist Martin Abrahamsson and singer Martin Hanberg formed Vapnet as an offshoot of the group Sibiria. In 2005 they released the EP Ge Dom Våld, which in retrospect didn't hint at the complexity of arrangements or the texturing of instruments that highlights Jag Vet Hur Man Väntar. On the full-length, "Ingång" sets the tone with nearly a minute of ambient noise that leads into a wistful ballad titled "Storgatan", whose melody is picked out on bells and tugged along by a simple drum machine and Anna Modin's decorous flute. By contrast, the hand-clapping, finger-snapping "Thoméegrand" is more upbeat, although the expressive guitar riff, out-of-nowhere trumpet solo, ominous backing vocals, and Hanberg's lead maintain the plaintive tone. Jag Vet Hur Man Väntar moves back and forth between the jaunty pop of "Rådhusgatan", the marching pace of "Brunflovägen", and the absolutely killer coda of "Färjemansleden", sung by Modin. As varied as the album is, no song deviates from the album's dreamy tone, although each one seems to expand and complicate the mood. With its piped-in applause suggesting a live experience, the instrumental "E 14" shape-shifts mercurially and false-stops repeatedly, fully revealing the band's range. Vapnet layer indie keyboards over Abrahamsson's distinctive guitarwork and horn fanfares, anchoring everything to real and programmed drums churning out clever disco rhythms. On "Stuguvagen" an amiably shambling verse swells into a gently arching chorus as Hanberg hits the high notes and Abrahamsson's guitar shuffles off into the sunset. These songs confidently strike a delicate balance: they're poppy without being twee, moody without being dark, pensive without being precious. Still, I can't deny that I've been tempted to look into translating these lyrics, to find out what these songs really mean. But after spending a few evenings on my back porch drinking Shiners, watching fireflies, and listening to Jag Vet Hur Man Väntar, I've come to the conclusion-- a minor breakthrough for me -- that I don't really need to know what these songs are about. I understand them enough to enjoy them as they sound. - Stephen M. Deusner, July 27, 2006
Friday, January 12, 2007
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Monday, January 08, 2007
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Spirits are raised momentarily by the San Fran-based outfit that practices their dark arts under the moniker of Wooden Shjips. They have one 10” and one 7” available and you need them. Haven’t heard such a fuzzed-out pent up explosion of sound in a long long time. It’s Spacemen 3 via The Scientists transfusion of Mack Rebennack’s “Storm Warning” will have you under it’s spell in no time. This is the now sound that hick practitioners like Primal Scream would dream of if they had even the slightest idea of what soul was. They’re in the studio now readying their debut full length onslaught for Holy Mountain. Bring on them sonic commandments I say. These days Jesus Loves Wooden Shjips, he's had it with The Stooges. These are both available in the UK from Volcanic Tongue. Google availability elsewhere. The bush telegraph has been buzzing for some months now and the fuse is well and truly lit. The band is playing at Cafe Du Nord in SF on January 15th so if anybody would like to go along and file a report then that would be just dandy. Are the four horsemen scheduled to come clip-cloppin' over that hill with "Dance California" as their theme song? Only time will tell.
In the Netherlands yonder, A Fistful of Records have some 7 inch thrills to bestow. The Burning Bush EP sees Don Howland channelling his singe-ed blues in Bobby Dylan’s “As I Went Out One Morning” in typically agitated fashion. Flip contains a version of the Fugs “Coming Down” and a Howland original entitled “Hell’s Angel”. Talking about The Fugs, I always wished somebody would tackle “Crystal Liason”… any takers? Still on FOR, Movie Star Junkies (from Italy) weigh in with a fried Kim Salmon-a-Billy smoker that sounds compressed to the point that you fear they’ll blow a gasket at any minute. The Hipshakes hail from Sheffield and their "Stick Around" EP makes fellow Northerner’s Arctic Flunkeys sound like Westlife (or some such terrible karaoke tripe). A highly strung cacophony - but in a good way. You could light up a city with this kind of electricity. Digger and the Pussycats “Live At The World Cup 2006” is likewise inflicted with a primal wildness that exists outside of the digital world, you never heard “Little Honda” pounded out like this before. This kind of sound can’t be derived from a daft little silver disc. It just can’t. If you have any bother finding FOR releases then e-mail and I’ll connect you.
And with that i'll bid you "a-tish-oo". Not some obscure 5678's b-side... that and the fact that this bugger doesn't seem to want to upload the cover images that i'm trying to post. I'll be back. Sniffles, snotters and coughing fits willing...
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Whilst i'm on the subject of photos, check out these pictures of The Gun Club from Stockholm at Johan Ödmann's fine Stockholm Rock Action site.
Catch up with Wreckless Eric and Amy Rigby and their recent adventures in France.
Thu. Feb. 2 - The Swamp - Freiburg
Fri. Feb. 3 - Rote Sonne - Munich
Sat. Feb. 4 - Ruhestorung - Nuremberg
Sun. Feb. 5 - Uebel & Gefarlich - Hamburg
Mon. Feb. 6 - Mudd Club - Berlin
Tue. Feb. 7 - Groove Station - Dresden
Wed. Feb. 8 - B-72 - A-Wien, Austria
Thu. Feb. 9 - tba
Fri. Feb. 10 - Palace - St.Gallen, Switzerland
Sat. Feb. 11 - Mousonturm Studio - Frankfurt
Sun. Feb. 12 - Harmonie - Bonn
Mon. Feb. 13 - Objekt 5 - Halle
Thursday, January 04, 2007
One working day into this year and I think that i'm getting the lurghi that's going around. Probably because those who have already got it drag their arses into the office and splutter their bugs all over the place. This is particularly not on when you sit in a big open plan space and there's coughing and general snottering from every direction. In addition, most horrible of all is the rumour that The Police are getting back together. Maybe they'll ask The Cramps to tour with them? You're right - probably not... there is indeed no end to the humiliation.
Isn't it about time that the public cottoned on to this type of corporate fleecing? Jeez I can hear that cod reggae and the Jon Anderson type vocal and it's making me feel worse than any prospective viral infection. I'll take "Yours Is No Disgrace" any old day (or night) of the week. Did I ever tell you that I saw Yes? Fell asleep during side 3 of "Tales of Topographic Oceans". I have no prog cred.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
The Rt Hon. Duane Sherwood has seen fit to compile some of his fine photography into a book. If you’ve checked out Click2Vu then you may be familiar with the man’s work but you can have a wee nosey right here. If you’ve got some Christmas money burning a hole in yer pocket, why not snag yourself a copy. I have no conception of art, but I knows what I like…
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
One bit of good news today was that "Ain't No King of Rock'n'Roll" by The Nomads was "coolest song of the week" on Little Steven's Underground Garage this past Sunday night.
On that high note, I bid you farewell as I scope out the vista downhill. Wonder if i'll make it before dark?