Wednesday, August 06, 2014
I’ve been considering making a concerted effort to post
stuff here more regularly. The whys and wherefores are irrelevant to a large
extent and this is me sort of typing out loud. Maybe it’s part of the process
to convince myself that it could happen? Who knows? Last night I burned two
hours watching the Indyref debate and was blazing by the end of it. I’ve grown weary
of living in these spoof-like times. Life imitates outlandish parody far too
often these days and a refugee from Still Game and another from Yes Minister
are wheeled on to attempt to convince us of the advantages of their own particular
corners. I don't give a rats chuff who you think won on points, both of them blew it. Pure and simple. This was a storyline that even Armando Iannucci wouldn’t try to pull off. I
believe that in the next season Boris Johnson becomes Prime Minister of this
sceptic isle and much knockabout fun will ensue. Malcolm Tucker is now a Time Lord. What the heck he worry?
Irrespective of what happens on September 18th,
aye or nay – this is what will represent us so help us. I’m inclined toward the
affirmative in idealistic terms but my died in the DNA cynicism suggests that
we’ve been sold down a mighty long river. My taking a chance on the
unknown is an adventure however the bigger picture, for future generations is
an altogether different story. The gilt might come off the gingerbread pretty
quick but it could all turn out fine, in spite of all concerned. The only sure
thing is that it’s a gamble. Noble in theory, likely to be hijacked by devious
bastards in reality but perhaps not, I’d genuinely like to be proven wrong on this one but it could be the reason I've been needing to
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose
like the song says so lets break out that blue and white face
paint and get this thing on the road.
Monday, August 04, 2014
From Brother BB Quattro...
At last! A dream come true. Joining 100 years of careers dedicated to crunchy pop'n'roll! Two years ago it would've been a hundred years, right now it's 100+, but who cares! Here it goes:
THE RUBINOOS (USA) 40+
THE SURFIN' LUNGS (UK) 30+
THE YUM YUMS (Norway) 20+
SUZY & LOS QUATTRO (Spain) 10+
Thursday Oct 2nd, EL SOL (Madrid)
Friday Oct 3rd, FOUR SEASONS (Castellón)
Saturday Oct 4th, La2 de APOLO (Barcelona)
Advance tickets for 18€ on sale by the end of the week (stay tuned). This whole thing is a bloody GIFT for any fan of the genre, but it's also a FINANCIAL SUICIDE for everyone involved, so we'd appreciate your presence and sharing all the news about this festival. Such a legendary bill would only happen once in a lifetime, and this deserves a sold-out on each one of the dates.
There will be the chance to buy a 40€ ticket for the 3 shows. We know there's many people who will want to follow this itinerant festival. There will also be the chance to buy a seat on a vehicle that will make the same route as the bands, so if you wanna come over, party your ass off and forget about driving, we are working on this option too.
Not a bad plan for early October, huh?!?
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
RIP - Dick Wagner
In case you don't know, DW played on this. The show I saw in Glasgow was burned into my noggin for all time as a nipper.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Sunday, July 06, 2014
The other day, a call came in to my work number about doing
an interview for the BBC about the place of politics in music festivals. I
wasn’t able to do it but it ended up with Billy Sloan and Vic Galloway doing it.
It made me wonder what was news about such a topic? I almost wish I had agreed
to do it just to try and find out or at least pose the question.
Personal politics pervade our everyday existence. Party
politics and the bullshit that has numbed everyone into not giving a fuck is a
different story altogether. And the very fabric of it all is crumbling as I tap away...
Whilst I’m generally griping, the expression of something
being “interesting” rips my knitting. Maybe once in a conversation it can slide
but in any given situation it’s presented as a pat on the head. A condescending
remark dressed up as a statement that is set up to disarm someone that the
giver wants to impress. Often someone in “authority”.
So how can it be three weeks since I was in Moss? Originally
heading out for the House of Rock sequel that never happened, the advent to
flights direct from Edinburgh to Rygge (and vice versa) makes it an easy
destination. And besides, I have family there.
Hit the ground running by heading for the ‘slo and a Cafe
Mono show by the fantabulous Los Plantronics. Saw some familiar faces but
elected to sit out the Cosmonauts who were also playing in town at Revolver
where I had some high end mac and cheese earlier.
The fact there was no show made it all very leisurely and
Saturday started with an early morning coffee with my life coach at Mors. The
Rt. Hon Pal Andreassen joined us and gave me a copy of the Jukebox Records film
that just came out. Pal used to run the store in question that the film was
inspired by, more about this later.
Late afternoon saw The D’s + me head back ‘slo ward where
Peter Bagge was appearing at a Comics fest there. Despite many years of
correspondence, I’d never met him and was pleased that this all came together.
A very nice man who seems genuinely perplexed by this being what he does for a
living. From there I was ferried to an outpost not too far from Oslo where a
double birthday party was taking place. It was in the middle of the most amazing
countryside. Not a million miles from what it looks like here in Scotland
but never mind the Trossachs (ha!).
The Cavebones were playing and it was refreshing to see the
kids there respond to their Cramps inspired antics with Jo Espen in full Fred
Flintstone flow. The girls were very up
for the primitivism. The guys were a little more wary but what a spot. It’s
situations like that which make me feel very privileged to be able to
experience the real vibe of a culture. Norway is a gas, despite the fact that
the exchange rate is crippling. However, I have very gracious hosts and I look
forward to reciprocating over the coming weeks and months.
On Sunday, Jo took us out on his boat for a circular of the
Island. It was cracking weather and a total trip. It got a wee bit choppy here
and there but it was a trip. Apparently the cab driver that picked us up and
deposited me at Casa D recognised my accent and wished he’d asked me about
Nazareth. I wish he had.
All that fresh air wiped us out, it was a low key end to the
day and all the more perfect for being such. It meant that I was up and about
for an early meet with Gry and then Pål. So, the game was pretty much a bogey
and my trip ended with a tranquil taco party. The flight back was a late one.
This was a blessing and a curse as the trajectory to pumpkin was a straight
one. Just a few hours later I was on the commute trail but as worn down and out
as that felt, there was an inner glow. Moss is boss town. No dirty water around
them there parts.
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