When the day kicks off with pouring yer fruitjuice over the ol' cereal then what can I say? It wasn't some smart or poncey attempt at a "fusion" breakfast or owt like that. It was wanton stupidity. Which reminds me, last week I was doing some bookshop browsing. Looking at all these punk rock tomes that have recently come out. Simon Black had told me that the Phil Strongman one cited "Malpractice" as the first Feelgoods album and sure enough, right there in print. Dearie me. Which somewhat rankles with it's credibility. I don't claim or aim to be right all the time but aren't there editors and safety nets to catch such things?
This is the problem with a lot of published work these days. It's sloppy. It can all be rattled out and sent to print too easily and I know, in the grand scheme of things it's not important. Just more stuff. And that's exactly what we need innit? More stuff.
It's that contemplative time on a Friday when I get to be as at one with the world as it's possible for this guy to be. I need to get my hands on the Mary Weiss album so that's at the forefront of my agenda. As is the dispensation of some more info via this mode of distribution. Just a wee while ago, I heard Ben Vaughn's "Wrong Haircut" being used for the music bed on an article about that Tory tosspot David Cameron's alleged new hairstyle. The person at BBC Radio Scotland responsible should be rewarded forthwith. Better still, give him or her that Zycinski guy's job.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Driving to the open prison this morning, a piece of rock hit the windscreen. I saw it coming too, like you would on the monitor of the Starship Enterprise but there was no way to avoid a direct it. It gave me an almighty dunt and left it's mark in a place that'll annoy the fuck outta me each and every time I get in the car. In many ways this is a metaphor for my entire existence at the moment. Where everything one touches goes the way of the brown smelly stuff.
If the way forward is really down to us out here in the trenches then why the hell does it seem so hopeless? On one hand, the old method of competition seemed to work perfectly well. In this age of so much information, I find it all kind of overwhelming. There's so much that it's blurring the view. It's not authoritative. How much more blah can we conceivably take? It might not always seem like it but an important part of this blogging lark - for me - is not to fall into repetition. But just lately, with everything else, I find the attempted regular updates to be something of a chore. On top of that, the bloody technology loses information, crashes and just plain makes me wonder why the hell I even attempt to keep the balls in the air at all. It's probably just a bad patch but it's getting harder to shake off. More of a slog with every given day. However, in an age when even Blue Peter is twisting our collective melon then what chance have we got. Not much but there is stuff out there that can make you think, just for a moment, that things aren't totally tits up.
Ladies and Gents, I give you Ben Vaughn's Geator documentary and The Skeletons ... and as SXSW shapes up to be to the music industry what The Edinburgh Fringe is to Channel 4 comedy, there are diamonds in the wannabe rough. Like Wooden Shjips, The Hazey Janes and top of my particular heap if I was out there...
Monday, March 12, 2007
There's something badly wrong when you have two of the greatest performers and songwriters in living memory performing to 20 people in the arse end of beyond on an inclement Sunday night. Such was the case at The Bein Inn last night with Amy Rigby and Wreckless Eric. Not that I'm complaining but when you consider the crap that seems to be "popular" then I fear for the taste of the common five eighth. Glad as I am that Ronnie Spector covered "All I Want", it's no patch on Amy's own. And any man who rhymes "zodiac" with "pac-a-mac" is evidently a laureate personified. Anyway, they've got a great thing going and if you want to hear what The Velvets performing "Leaving On A Jet Plane" might have sounded like then these are your people. If there was any justice then they'd be everybody's people. Their reinvention of Amy's "Don't Know Nothin'" as a long lost Clodagh Rogers Eurovision entry is quite astonishing. They're in Aberdeen tonight, at The Lemon Tree. If you're in travelling distance then give Corrie a miss tonight and go along. They'll inspire you.
And, I tried to "embed" the code for Angel's "Lou Reed's Hair" video on Youtube but it no workee. So click the regular link and you'll be transported to that particular portal anyway. You can check out the man's barnet for yourself when he brings "Berlin" to Europe in what passes for summer...
And, I tried to "embed" the code for Angel's "Lou Reed's Hair" video on Youtube but it no workee. So click the regular link and you'll be transported to that particular portal anyway. You can check out the man's barnet for yourself when he brings "Berlin" to Europe in what passes for summer...
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Is your music unusual, unconventional, uncompromising,uncommercial or what some folks may call unlistenable?Then WE WANT YOU! We're looking for music that has the courage to break rules or works within the confines of the rules to subvert themfor the BRUTARIAN Magazine and Records compilation - Vol 2!
We're not interested in the Next Big Thing, but music that people willtalk about that will probably never be on MTV... Think Daniel Johnston, Wesley Willis, Capain Beefheart, The Cramps...or anything different that just KICKS ASS!
Check out Brutarian's myspace page below and tell your friends - pass it on!http://www.myspace.com/brutarianmagazine
THE DEAL:
1. You must own the rights to your recording.
2. No COVERS or songs that might need to be licenced!
3. PLEASE pick a couple of songs for me to listen to, not an entire CD!
4. Don't make me work too hard
- "check out my myspace page and pick something..." - just mail me the f*ckin' thing.You don't pay any production costs. You get paid except in finished product. This is for promotion purposes only. You retain all rights to your submission.Non-exclusive tracks are OK, they can be previously released or whatever. We don't want any other rights to the song other than valid permission to use it with the comp and to promote the release in the magazine. You will get promotional and/or editorial coverage in Brutarian Magazine as well! Send your masterpiece to: Kitty Kowalski, PO Box 1272, New York, NY 10010 USA. Please send by March 31st, 2007. Thanks! we're looking forward to hearing what's out there! Kitty
http://www.myspace.com/brutarianmagazine
A little about the Brutarian Philosophy...BRUTARIAN is dedicated to bringing the sensibilities of the Art Brut movementto the average reader. Art brut is French for "raw art". Jean Dubuffet (1901-1985) , a French wine merchant who had an interest in collecting the art of outsiders and began painting himself upon entering his 40s, first used this term in 1945 for the art of children and Outsiders (naive artists and the mentally ill); actually, anyone creating art not for profit or recognition, but for themselves.Brutarians do not adhere to the cultural norms or fashion affecting most artists. This is the art people have to make for whatever reasons that compel them -- art that matters perhaps only to them but that is imperative and uncompromised by conventional aesthetic standards fashion, conformity, or critical taste
We're not interested in the Next Big Thing, but music that people willtalk about that will probably never be on MTV... Think Daniel Johnston, Wesley Willis, Capain Beefheart, The Cramps...or anything different that just KICKS ASS!
Check out Brutarian's myspace page below and tell your friends - pass it on!http://www.myspace.com/brutarianmagazine
THE DEAL:
1. You must own the rights to your recording.
2. No COVERS or songs that might need to be licenced!
3. PLEASE pick a couple of songs for me to listen to, not an entire CD!
4. Don't make me work too hard
- "check out my myspace page and pick something..." - just mail me the f*ckin' thing.You don't pay any production costs. You get paid except in finished product. This is for promotion purposes only. You retain all rights to your submission.Non-exclusive tracks are OK, they can be previously released or whatever. We don't want any other rights to the song other than valid permission to use it with the comp and to promote the release in the magazine. You will get promotional and/or editorial coverage in Brutarian Magazine as well! Send your masterpiece to: Kitty Kowalski, PO Box 1272, New York, NY 10010 USA. Please send by March 31st, 2007. Thanks! we're looking forward to hearing what's out there! Kitty
http://www.myspace.com/brutarianmagazine
A little about the Brutarian Philosophy...BRUTARIAN is dedicated to bringing the sensibilities of the Art Brut movementto the average reader. Art brut is French for "raw art". Jean Dubuffet (1901-1985) , a French wine merchant who had an interest in collecting the art of outsiders and began painting himself upon entering his 40s, first used this term in 1945 for the art of children and Outsiders (naive artists and the mentally ill); actually, anyone creating art not for profit or recognition, but for themselves.Brutarians do not adhere to the cultural norms or fashion affecting most artists. This is the art people have to make for whatever reasons that compel them -- art that matters perhaps only to them but that is imperative and uncompromised by conventional aesthetic standards fashion, conformity, or critical taste
Pretty sad to hear about the death of Brad Delp yesterday. Incase you're too young to know or too cool to care, he was the singer in Boston. "More Than A Feeling" always instills a feeling of rock grandeur when I hear it and reminds me of a time when quite possibly things in general didn't suck. It was and remains a fine loud display of almost hymnal power chord pop. Something that sold a bazillion copies that will resonate for all eternity. To go off at a tangent for a minute, it was odd very recently to discover that the song "New York, New York" wasn't a standard and hasn't been around for much longer than The Dictators anthem of the same name. (Did you sign the petition for the White Castle Hall Of Fame yet?) This is what happens when you get to a certain age. Time plays cruel tricks on you and confuses which way is actually up. I always thought The 'tators should be as big as Boston and that their music was equally anthemic. "What's Up With That?"
Saw Inland Empire yesterday and I have to say that, contrary to what I've read, it's actually more straightforward than Mulholland Drive to me. Where that came off the rails in the final third, I think this hangs together pretty well in terms of Lynch's creation of worlds within worlds. It made more sense to me than I expected it to. Also the criticism of the shooting in digital video seems a bit twatty also. It looks great and anybody who cares about his work will know that nobody uses light like "Jimmy Stewart from Mars". There are also several homages to himself in here to my mind which serve as treats for fans. Not sure about the closing sequence but it's not integral to the three hour investment. I do miss the heartbeat and lifeblood of a Badalamenti score which always adds to the omni-dimensional atmos but other than that there's much to dig.
Saw Inland Empire yesterday and I have to say that, contrary to what I've read, it's actually more straightforward than Mulholland Drive to me. Where that came off the rails in the final third, I think this hangs together pretty well in terms of Lynch's creation of worlds within worlds. It made more sense to me than I expected it to. Also the criticism of the shooting in digital video seems a bit twatty also. It looks great and anybody who cares about his work will know that nobody uses light like "Jimmy Stewart from Mars". There are also several homages to himself in here to my mind which serve as treats for fans. Not sure about the closing sequence but it's not integral to the three hour investment. I do miss the heartbeat and lifeblood of a Badalamenti score which always adds to the omni-dimensional atmos but other than that there's much to dig.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Some loose ends you might like to click on as opposed to doing what you oughtta be doing...LA gig flyers on Ebay. Pricey but worth a look.
Another cool looking book, Punk Love
Real Kids European tour in May scuppered.
Sometime Skeleton, Nick Sibley has a book out...
(Thanks to PleaseKillMe forum,Ben, Patrick and Bobby Lloyd for the info)
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY GIRL TROUBLE!!
"Bon here.We’re not usually ones to brag about our negligible achievements but I just thought I’d share our anniversary with everybody. We’ve been thinking about it a lot so...Today, 23 years ago, and even on a Friday!, we played our first official show. Even though we’d practiced for several months before this (and even played a small house party to a couple people while everybody else went across the street to the Safeway to buy beer) we mark this day as the real beginning of Girl Trouble. It was a local community college Battle of the Bands. This wasn’t the scammy corporate, pay-to-play ticket selling contest. This was hosted by the ASB of Ft. Steilacoom Community College.
There were 6 bands, each band played 30 minutes, a whopping $3.50 to get in and every audience member got one ballot to mark their favorite band and put it in the ballot box. Nobody went on to other rounds, got a million dollar contract, played in Germany or the Warped Tour or was awarded any other pie-in-the-sky prize package. The winning band got 50 bucks and the chance to play a 45 minute victory set at the end of the “battle”. That was it. We luckily drew the fifth slot of the night. None of the other bands could figure us out. Those bands had barely heard of the Ramones, let alone The Cramps or the The Gun Club. Our guitar amp speaker was made out of plywood, Kahuna’s Ouija guitar was made in his high school shop class, Dale had an extremely cheap plywood Japanese “Fender” bass called a Vogue, and my little drumset was purchased for $70 at the Sears Surplus Store. We were quite a sight.
One band called 4-Play had more money invested in their bizarre leather chest harness vests than we did in all of our equipment. They brought all their nice new expensive amps in on custom-made plexiglas hand-carts. Mostly I remember being absolutely petrified (which of course, now is a big laugh!). I didn’t even know if I could get up on stage, let alone play! The wait was almost unbearable and all the bands seemed better than us (even though I now realize they were probably shakier than we were). We started off with the instrumental “Out of Limits” and Dale went completely out of tune. He got it back together and we didn’t let it phase us. All our friends showed up and that made all the difference in the world. Tim and Deb Olsen were there to help us. Tim didn’t know it would turn into a 23 year “career”, okay, volunteer job of producing records, taking band photos, printing Wig Out magazine and doing whatever else we didn’t know how to do. We wouldn’t have made it that first night without him, or probably for the next 23 years for that matter. Other Tacoma friends we could always count on were there, like Rose Alexander (RIP), Jim May (owner of Community World Theater - you know, where Nirvana first played), John Grant (our scary punk rock roadie), KP’s Dad Ray Kendall (a great GT supporter), several of his sisters, Dale’s twin sister Gale, and all the many 56th Street House alumni.
At practice the week before, KP came up with the idea that we should throw cans of root beer (!). This was a bold move that I was against, but he thought nobody would heckle us (aka beat us up) if they were enjoying a delicious beverage that we’d just thrown to them. It worked (although we never did throw cans of anything again) and started our tradition of bribing the crowd into liking us by giving them free prizes. We still do that today. Hey, it’s worked so far...The half hour we were required to play went so fast it was over before I realized it. We played all covers: some Cramps songs, “Tell Us the Truth” by Sham 69 and “White Girl” by X. The crowd was great, even the people that didn’t know us acted like they liked us! After the votes were counted we ended up coming in second. I was secretly relieved because I knew we didn’t have 45 minutes of additional material. We barely had the 30 minutes we’d just played! We didn’t win the battle but we still felt we were winners. Well, that’s what we were doing 23 yeas ago today. We’re still together, still doing shows, still friends, oh who am I kidding, we’re still family. Our great friend David Duet filled in for a year when KP went temporarily insane back in 85, but other than that it’s always been us four. I don’t think many bands can make that claim. We mostly want to thank each and every one of you, and you all know who you are, for years of support and continued fun. We really couldn’t have done it without all of you! We'll treat you to a root beer next time we see you..."
Your friends, Bon, Dale, KP and Kahuna
"Bon here.We’re not usually ones to brag about our negligible achievements but I just thought I’d share our anniversary with everybody. We’ve been thinking about it a lot so...Today, 23 years ago, and even on a Friday!, we played our first official show. Even though we’d practiced for several months before this (and even played a small house party to a couple people while everybody else went across the street to the Safeway to buy beer) we mark this day as the real beginning of Girl Trouble. It was a local community college Battle of the Bands. This wasn’t the scammy corporate, pay-to-play ticket selling contest. This was hosted by the ASB of Ft. Steilacoom Community College.
There were 6 bands, each band played 30 minutes, a whopping $3.50 to get in and every audience member got one ballot to mark their favorite band and put it in the ballot box. Nobody went on to other rounds, got a million dollar contract, played in Germany or the Warped Tour or was awarded any other pie-in-the-sky prize package. The winning band got 50 bucks and the chance to play a 45 minute victory set at the end of the “battle”. That was it. We luckily drew the fifth slot of the night. None of the other bands could figure us out. Those bands had barely heard of the Ramones, let alone The Cramps or the The Gun Club. Our guitar amp speaker was made out of plywood, Kahuna’s Ouija guitar was made in his high school shop class, Dale had an extremely cheap plywood Japanese “Fender” bass called a Vogue, and my little drumset was purchased for $70 at the Sears Surplus Store. We were quite a sight.
One band called 4-Play had more money invested in their bizarre leather chest harness vests than we did in all of our equipment. They brought all their nice new expensive amps in on custom-made plexiglas hand-carts. Mostly I remember being absolutely petrified (which of course, now is a big laugh!). I didn’t even know if I could get up on stage, let alone play! The wait was almost unbearable and all the bands seemed better than us (even though I now realize they were probably shakier than we were). We started off with the instrumental “Out of Limits” and Dale went completely out of tune. He got it back together and we didn’t let it phase us. All our friends showed up and that made all the difference in the world. Tim and Deb Olsen were there to help us. Tim didn’t know it would turn into a 23 year “career”, okay, volunteer job of producing records, taking band photos, printing Wig Out magazine and doing whatever else we didn’t know how to do. We wouldn’t have made it that first night without him, or probably for the next 23 years for that matter. Other Tacoma friends we could always count on were there, like Rose Alexander (RIP), Jim May (owner of Community World Theater - you know, where Nirvana first played), John Grant (our scary punk rock roadie), KP’s Dad Ray Kendall (a great GT supporter), several of his sisters, Dale’s twin sister Gale, and all the many 56th Street House alumni.
At practice the week before, KP came up with the idea that we should throw cans of root beer (!). This was a bold move that I was against, but he thought nobody would heckle us (aka beat us up) if they were enjoying a delicious beverage that we’d just thrown to them. It worked (although we never did throw cans of anything again) and started our tradition of bribing the crowd into liking us by giving them free prizes. We still do that today. Hey, it’s worked so far...The half hour we were required to play went so fast it was over before I realized it. We played all covers: some Cramps songs, “Tell Us the Truth” by Sham 69 and “White Girl” by X. The crowd was great, even the people that didn’t know us acted like they liked us! After the votes were counted we ended up coming in second. I was secretly relieved because I knew we didn’t have 45 minutes of additional material. We barely had the 30 minutes we’d just played! We didn’t win the battle but we still felt we were winners. Well, that’s what we were doing 23 yeas ago today. We’re still together, still doing shows, still friends, oh who am I kidding, we’re still family. Our great friend David Duet filled in for a year when KP went temporarily insane back in 85, but other than that it’s always been us four. I don’t think many bands can make that claim. We mostly want to thank each and every one of you, and you all know who you are, for years of support and continued fun. We really couldn’t have done it without all of you! We'll treat you to a root beer next time we see you..."
Your friends, Bon, Dale, KP and Kahuna
Friday, March 09, 2007
Time stands still during the working day and then goes all fast forward on my bahookie in the evenings and at weekends. I'm sure you have the same problem. This weekend will see some lame attempt at catching up with myself in terms of chores and outstanding commitments. Somewhere in there there'll be The Eric and Amy Show and maybe even Inland Empire too.
There are two expressions that I've heard too much in the last couple of days that get right on my tits. These are "can do attitude" and "centre of excellence". Both scream the opposite of what the actual word form means in my opinion. It's another facet of the faux-professionalism that pervades our existence.Call me old-fashioned but good old resourcefulness on the part of an individual or a business or person that provides a good service is paramount. I don't any buzz phrase to suggest they're "thinking outside of the box". Because the bastards that permeate this shite simply aren't. Put those responsible for these heinous phrases in the box and nail it shut. The mail said box far, far away to a place that is incommunicado that we never never have to listen to that pish again. Of course, it'll never happen but it's that optimistic time on a Friday night when anything seems possible. But don't worry, "It Won't Last Too Long" to quote a song by some German ladies that I'll be clueing you folks in on shortly...
Thursday, March 08, 2007
BLACK TIME have woken up bleary-eyed and sleepy from our winter hibernation and got some stuff happening. What was that dream all about??
Thursday 15th March we play home-from-home the Corn Rocket Club at the Macbeth, 70 Hoxton Street, London N1 with D30 (portugese garage-punk ex-Tedio Boys) + THE HARTES (rocking duo). Plus handsome hosts Eric Baconstrip and Victor Torpedo spinning some hot 45s. £4. 8 til 11.
Then we're off to America for our long-delayed tour, with the fantastic HUSBANDS (Swami Records):
Tuesday 20th March - SANTA ANA CA (THE CLINIC)* All Ages Show plus SHOOT IT UP and AUDACITY
Thursday 22nd March - ARCATA CA (JAMBALYA)
Friday 23rd March - PORTLAND OR (TOWNE LOUNGE)
Saturday 24th March - SEATTLE WA (THE FUNHOUSE) plus THE HANDS and THE BUG NASTIES
Sunday 25th March - VANCOUVER BC (PUB 340) plus LADIES NIGHT
Tuesday 27th March - OAKLAND CA (STORK CLUB)*
Wednesday 28th March - LOS ANGELES/GLENDALE CA (SCENE BAR) plus STATIC STATIC and THE GUILTY HEARTS
Thursday 29th March - LONG BEACH CA (ALEX'S BAR)
Friday 30th March - SAN DIEGO CA (TOWER BAR) plus THE CORVINAS
Saturday 31st March - SAN FRANCISCO CA (THE KNOCKOUT)
*No Husbands
We have a split tour 7" with the Husbands out on Show&Tell Records of Chicago - I'll try and bring some back with me for Europeans that want one.
Then we're off to Sweden for a couple of days:
Friday 4th May - BOOGIEFEST, Gothenburg with NIKKI CORVETTE, LOCAL OAFS, M.O.T.O, HIDDEN CHARMS and more
Saturday 5th May - SAVAGEFEST, Stockholm with the MOJOMATICS and our pals THE MAKEOUTS
Then I reckon we'll spend the rest of the summer hiding indoors from the evil sun rays...
Thursday 15th March we play home-from-home the Corn Rocket Club at the Macbeth, 70 Hoxton Street, London N1 with D30 (portugese garage-punk ex-Tedio Boys) + THE HARTES (rocking duo). Plus handsome hosts Eric Baconstrip and Victor Torpedo spinning some hot 45s. £4. 8 til 11.
Then we're off to America for our long-delayed tour, with the fantastic HUSBANDS (Swami Records):
Tuesday 20th March - SANTA ANA CA (THE CLINIC)* All Ages Show plus SHOOT IT UP and AUDACITY
Thursday 22nd March - ARCATA CA (JAMBALYA)
Friday 23rd March - PORTLAND OR (TOWNE LOUNGE)
Saturday 24th March - SEATTLE WA (THE FUNHOUSE) plus THE HANDS and THE BUG NASTIES
Sunday 25th March - VANCOUVER BC (PUB 340) plus LADIES NIGHT
Tuesday 27th March - OAKLAND CA (STORK CLUB)*
Wednesday 28th March - LOS ANGELES/GLENDALE CA (SCENE BAR) plus STATIC STATIC and THE GUILTY HEARTS
Thursday 29th March - LONG BEACH CA (ALEX'S BAR)
Friday 30th March - SAN DIEGO CA (TOWER BAR) plus THE CORVINAS
Saturday 31st March - SAN FRANCISCO CA (THE KNOCKOUT)
*No Husbands
We have a split tour 7" with the Husbands out on Show&Tell Records of Chicago - I'll try and bring some back with me for Europeans that want one.
Then we're off to Sweden for a couple of days:
Friday 4th May - BOOGIEFEST, Gothenburg with NIKKI CORVETTE, LOCAL OAFS, M.O.T.O, HIDDEN CHARMS and more
Saturday 5th May - SAVAGEFEST, Stockholm with the MOJOMATICS and our pals THE MAKEOUTS
Then I reckon we'll spend the rest of the summer hiding indoors from the evil sun rays...
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Amy and Eric kick off a short tour of the UK tonight. Try to see them or rather miss them at your peril. Actually there's no conceivable peril involved, you'd just be daft to miss 'em...I spend a lot of time these days mithering over whether all this cybergubbings is working. Then there's the perrenial myspace (i've been kicked out three times in the past 40 minutes) and also the e-mail falling on it's arse. I'm sure this pc is about to peg it but I don't have the wherewithall (or owt else) to upgrade. Addictive as this computer lark has become, it would be nice to just consign it. Somewhere that it won't taunt me.
Of course, whenever something doesn't work, then I naturally assume that it's my fault and work backwards. Anyway, there seems to be more awry with all this than usual at the minute so if e-mail is bouncing or you can't reach the blog or if you're expecting to hear from me then I don't really know what to tell you except that it's a pisser.
It could all slide off the radar completely at any given second. The will to live is being sucked out of me just thinking about how dependant I seem to have become on this sodding technology.
NBT "official merch" is now available through the good offices of the Rt. Hon Ben Weasel and his new Monona Merch operation. The T-shirt made famous by Joey and Mr W. himself circa The Riverdales was considered punk rockin' enough to meet the criteria and the proprieter certainly has the credentials to call that. Guys shirts available soon, girls T's available now. It would be very cool if any starlet out there could do for this design what Jennifer Aniston did for the MC5. Pretty please?
NBT "official merch" is now available through the good offices of the Rt. Hon Ben Weasel and his new Monona Merch operation. The T-shirt made famous by Joey and Mr W. himself circa The Riverdales was considered punk rockin' enough to meet the criteria and the proprieter certainly has the credentials to call that. Guys shirts available soon, girls T's available now. It would be very cool if any starlet out there could do for this design what Jennifer Aniston did for the MC5. Pretty please?
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
The original 60's French Pop Discotheque!Djs Le Pape Du Pop & Le Marquis De Jardin play
Serge Gainsbourg, France Gall, Jacques Dutronc, Brigitte Bardot and many more
plus special guests:
Scotland's only French language Garage Punk band
les BOF!
SATURDAY 10th MARCH
HENRY'S CELLAR BAR
MORRISON STREET, EDINBURGH
11pm - 3am £5/4
I'm not altogether sure what's going on. My ability to deal with e-mail and the day to day seems to have eroded to the point that the old premise of there not being enough hours in the day was a self-fulfilling prophecy. As was the premise of a "new" Stooges album. I've been quite bemused by the fact that anybody expected it to be any better than just average. I think it's total tosh but my opinion isn't important. It's an Iggy record with some Stooges on it. It'll help them pad out their set with some more guff that nobody needs to hear. Until they deem to play "Raw Power" they should be boycotted. Pure and simple. The world's forgotten boy is taking liberties en route to getting his bus pass. He's nearly 60 you know... and the old age fund must be shaping up nicely.
Monday, March 05, 2007
What's up? What's up? is the question that's constantly turnin' up in my virtual mailbox. Well, truth be told; nothin' really... It's just that the usual day-to-day seems to take up 99% of my time, and in the 1% left I actually prefer enjoyin' stuff rather than writin' about it. Capisce?
But right now I've got some spare minutes to tell you all 'bout what I've been diggin' as off late. A bottle of Norton Cabernet Sauvignon is sittin' half empty to the right of me, and a stack-o'-wax is on my left...
Dyke & the Blazers' We Got More Soul 2 CD/LP set (B.G.P.) is an amazing collection of 60s party music that sorta crosses the bridge 'tween soul 'n funk. Compiled 'n annotated by Alac Palao, so you know you're in for a quality package... Only slightly more "current" is Rough Trade Shops: 1976 a fine selection of (just) pre-punk goodies, includin' obvious offenders like the Ramones, Nick Lowe and Blondie, but also some fine reggae and long lost D.I.Y. goodies by the likes of the Slickee Boys and Radio Birdman. 
Speakin' of D.I.Y., Soul Jazz has just put out an album documenting the early days of just that. A pretty solid selection (Swell Maps, Kleenex!) coupled with a very informative booklet that spills the beans on Porky Prime cuts, Delga Press and the Pathway Studio... From the same label comes the excellent Studio One Rub-A-Dub, probably the finest reggae comp they've put out in ages, and one that's sure to even lift the spirit of non-smokers... From B.G.P. Comes the ace 1987 comp by the James Taylor Quartet. Fine, fine instros that'll take you back to the Flamingo in '65. Post Prisoners 'n somewhat mod-ish, this stuff is way beyond such categorisations tho'... Finally there's the Peel Sessions CD by pub rock legends Ducks Deluxe. From the very early (and very primitive) takes on Fireball and Coast To Coast to the later good'uns like Amsterdam Dog and Something's Going On, this gets both thumbs up from this end of the bar... Over 'n out...
But right now I've got some spare minutes to tell you all 'bout what I've been diggin' as off late. A bottle of Norton Cabernet Sauvignon is sittin' half empty to the right of me, and a stack-o'-wax is on my left...
Dyke & the Blazers' We Got More Soul 2 CD/LP set (B.G.P.) is an amazing collection of 60s party music that sorta crosses the bridge 'tween soul 'n funk. Compiled 'n annotated by Alac Palao, so you know you're in for a quality package... Only slightly more "current" is Rough Trade Shops: 1976 a fine selection of (just) pre-punk goodies, includin' obvious offenders like the Ramones, Nick Lowe and Blondie, but also some fine reggae and long lost D.I.Y. goodies by the likes of the Slickee Boys and Radio Birdman. 
Speakin' of D.I.Y., Soul Jazz has just put out an album documenting the early days of just that. A pretty solid selection (Swell Maps, Kleenex!) coupled with a very informative booklet that spills the beans on Porky Prime cuts, Delga Press and the Pathway Studio... From the same label comes the excellent Studio One Rub-A-Dub, probably the finest reggae comp they've put out in ages, and one that's sure to even lift the spirit of non-smokers... From B.G.P. Comes the ace 1987 comp by the James Taylor Quartet. Fine, fine instros that'll take you back to the Flamingo in '65. Post Prisoners 'n somewhat mod-ish, this stuff is way beyond such categorisations tho'... Finally there's the Peel Sessions CD by pub rock legends Ducks Deluxe. From the very early (and very primitive) takes on Fireball and Coast To Coast to the later good'uns like Amsterdam Dog and Something's Going On, this gets both thumbs up from this end of the bar... Over 'n out...
Sunday, March 04, 2007
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