an elephant with amnesia….

…walks into a bar

destroys it AGAIN.

“ouch, ouch, ouch” says the elephant.
“well, well, well” says the barman, a talking Loxodonta.
Splash, Splash, Splash went elle in all those wells…
“Pint of the usual…what ever that is…
and keep em coming ’til I’m completely TRUNK”

really quite tuff this subject – and even harder when your music collection (on computer) has gone for a game of hide’n’seek..
there’s loads of songs that give me that feeling of forgetting or memory songs that you want to use as blanking music –
play this LOUD enough and I wont remember this songs about you/
make this intimate enough and the tears will dry up/
sit and wallow so long the words you tattoo’d under ya eyelids will fade away…
you know the kind of thing…(umm just me then)

(i’D explain these more, but I took my dad out to the football this afternoon and the Ms. says I’m not to stay up too long..)
the songs are great:
A list sorted again..enjoy.
Goldfish
Cornflake
I Know, And I Said Forget It

Remember
I Guess I’ll Forget the Sound, I Guess, I Guess
The Slow Fade

Forget The Swan
The Shy Retirer
Superfreaky memories
Alzheimers

HOWARD ZINN.

Howard Zinn has died, he was THE American historian, a truly great American, if you’re not familiar with him or his work read this piece, it’s an address that he gave to the graduating class at a Southern College titled ‘Against Discouragement’.

Against Discouragement
Spelman College Commencement Address, May 2005
By Howard Zinn

[In 1963, historian Howard Zinn was fired from Spelman College in Atlanta GA, where he was chair of the History Department, because of his civil rights activities. This year, he was invited back to give the commencement address. Here is the text of that speech, given on May 15, 2005.]

I am deeply honored to be invited back to Spelman after forty-two years. I would like to thank the faculty and trustees who voted to invite me, and especially your president, Dr. Beverly Tatum. And it is a special privilege to be here with Diahann Carroll and Virginia Davis Floyd.

But this is your day — the students graduating today. It’s a happy day for you and your families. I know you have your own hopes for the future, so it may be a little presumptuous for me to tell you what hopes I have for you, but they are exactly the same ones that I have for my grandchildren.

My first hope is that you will not be too discouraged by the way the world looks at this moment. It is easy to be discouraged, because our nation is at war — still another war, war after war — and our government seems determined to expand its empire even if it costs the lives of tens of thousands of human beings. There is poverty in this country, and homelessness, and people without health care, and crowded classrooms, but our government, which has trillions of dollars to spend, is spending its wealth on war. There are a billion people in Africa, Asia, Latin America, and the Middle East who need clean water and medicine to deal with malaria and tuberculosis and AIDS, but our government, which has thousands of nuclear weapons, is experimenting with even more deadly nuclear weapons. Yes, it is easy to be discouraged by all that.

But let me tell you why, in spite of what I have just described, you must not be discouraged.

I want to remind you that, fifty years ago, racial segregation here in the South was entrenched as tightly as was apartheid in South Africa. The national government, even with liberal presidents like Kennedy and Johnson in office, was looking the other way while Black people were beaten and killed and denied the opportunity to vote. So Black people in the South decided they had to do something by themselves. They boycotted and sat in and picketed and demonstrated, and were beaten and jailed, and some were killed, but their cries for freedom were soon heard all over the nation and around the world, and the President and Congress finally did what they had previously failed to do — enforce the 14th and 15th Amendments to the Constitution. Many people had said: The South will never change. But it did change. It changed because ordinary people organized and took risks and challenged the system and would not give up. That’s when democracy came alive.

I want to remind you also that when the war in Vietnam was going on, and young Americans were dying and coming home paralyzed, and our government was bombing the villages of Vietnam — bombing schools and hospitals and killing ordinary people in huge numbers — it looked hopeless to try to stop the war. But just as in the Southern movement, people began to protest and soon it caught on. It was a national movement. Soldiers were coming back and denouncing the war, and young people were refusing to join the military, and the war had to end.

The lesson of that history is that you must not despair, that if you are right, and you persist, things will change. The government may try to deceive the people, and the newspapers and television may do the same, but the truth has a way of coming out. The truth has a power greater than a hundred lies. I know you have practical things to do — to get jobs and get married and have children. You may become prosperous and be considered a success in the way our society defines success, by wealth and standing and prestige. But that is not enough for a good life.

Remember Tolstoy’s story, “The Death of Ivan Illych.” A man on his deathbed reflects on his life, how he has done everything right, obeyed the rules, become a judge, married, had children, and is looked upon as a success. Yet, in his last hours, he wonders why he feels a failure. After becoming a famous novelist, Tolstoy himself had decided that this was not enough, that he must speak out against the treatment of the Russian peasants, that he must write against war and militarism.

My hope is that whatever you do to make a good life for yourself — whether you become a teacher, or social worker, or business person, or lawyer, or poet, or scientist — you will devote part of your life to making this a better world for your children, for all children. My hope is that your generation will demand an end to war, that your generation will do something that has not yet been done in history and wipe out the national boundaries that separate us from other human beings on this earth.

Recently I saw a photo on the front page of the New York Times which I cannot get out of my mind. It showed ordinary Americans sitting on chairs on the southern border of Arizona, facing Mexico. They were holding guns and they were looking for Mexicans who might be trying to cross the border into the United States. This was horrifying to me — the realization that, in this twenty-first century of what we call “civilization,” we have carved up what we claim is one world into two hundred artificially created entities we call “nations” and are ready to kill anyone who crosses a boundary.

Is not nationalism — that devotion to a flag, an anthem, a boundary, so fierce it leads to murder — one of the great evils of our time, along with racism, along with religious hatred? These ways of thinking, cultivated, nurtured, indoctrinated from childhood on, have been useful to those in power, deadly for those out of power.

Here in the United States, we are brought up to believe that our nation is different from others, an exception in the world, uniquely moral; that we expand into other lands in order to bring civilization, liberty, democracy. But if you know some history you know that’s not true. If you know some history, you know we massacred Indians on this continent, invaded Mexico, sent armies into Cuba, and the Philippines. We killed huge numbers of people, and we did not bring them democracy or liberty. We did not go into Vietnam to bring democracy; we did not invade Panama to stop the drug trade; we did not invade Afghanistan and Iraq to stop terrorism. Our aims were the aims of all the other empires of world history — more profit for corporations, more power for politicians.

The poets and artists among us seem to have a clearer understanding of the disease of nationalism. Perhaps the Black poets especially are less enthralled with the virtues of American “liberty” and “democracy,” their people having enjoyed so little of it. The great African-American poet Langston Hughes addressed his country as follows:

You really haven’t been a virgin for so long.
It’s ludicrous to keep up the pretext.
You’ve slept with all the big powers
In military uniforms,
And you’ve taken the sweet life
Of all the little brown fellows.

Being one of the world’s big vampires,
Why don’t you come on out and say so
Like Japan, and England, and France,
And all the other nymphomaniacs of power.

I am a veteran of the Second World War. That was considered a “good war,” but I have come to the conclusion that war solves no fundamental problems and only leads to more wars. War poisons the minds of soldiers, leads them to kill and torture, and poisons the soul of the nation.

My hope is that your generation will demand that your children be brought up in a world without war. It we want a world in which the people of all countries are brothers and sisters, if the children all over the world are considered as our children, then war — in which children are always the greatest casualties — cannot be accepted as a way of solving problems.

I was on the faculty of Spelman College for seven years, from 1956 to 1963. It was a heartwarming time, because the friends we made in those years have remained our friends all these years. My wife Roslyn and I and our two children lived on campus. Sometimes when we went into town, white people would ask: How is it to be living in the Black community? It was hard to explain. But we knew this — that in downtown Atlanta, we felt as if we were in alien territory, and when we came back to the Spelman campus, we felt that we were at home.

Those years at Spelman were the most exciting of my life, the most educational certainly. I learned more from my students than they learned from me. Those were the years of the great movement in the South against racial segregation, and I became involved in that in Atlanta, in Albany, Georgia, in Selma, Alabama, in Hattiesburg, Mississippi, and Greenwood and Itta Bena and Jackson.

I learned something about democracy: that it does not come from the government, from on high, it comes from people getting together and struggling for justice. I learned about race. I learned something that any intelligent person realizes at a certain point — that race is a manufactured thing, an artificial thing, and while race does matter (as Cornel West has written), it only matters because certain people want it to matter, just as nationalism is something artificial. I learned that what really matters is that all of us — of whatever so-called race and so-called nationality — are human beings and should cherish one another.

I was lucky to be at Spelman at a time when I could watch a marvelous transformation in my students, who were so polite, so quiet, and then suddenly they were leaving the campus and going into town, and sitting in, and being arrested, and then coming out of jail full of fire and rebellion. You can read all about that in Harry Lefever’s book Undaunted By The Fight: Spelman College and the Civil Rights Movement, 1957-1967.

One day Marian Wright (now Marian Wright Edelman), who was my student at Spelman, and was one of the first arrested in the Atlanta sit-ins, came to our house on campus to show us a petition she was about to put on the bulletin board of her dormitory. The heading on the petition epitomized the transformation taking place at Spelman College. Marian had written on top of the petition: “Young Ladies Who Can Picket, Please Sign Below.”

My hope is that you will not be content just to be successful in the way that our society measures success; that you will not obey the rules, when the rules are unjust; that you will act out the courage that I know is in you. There are wonderful people, Black and white, who are models. I don’t mean African-Americans like Condoleezza Rice, or Colin Powell, or Clarence Thomas, who have become servants of the rich and powerful. I mean W.E.B. DuBois and Martin Luther King and Malcolm X and Marian Wright Edelman, and James Baldwin and Josephine Baker and good white folk, too, who defied the Establishment to work for peace and justice.

Another of my students at Spelman, Alice Walker, who, like Marian, has remained our friend all these years, came from a tenant farmer’s family in Eatonton, Georgia, and became a famous writer. In one of her first published poems, she wrote:

It is true —
I’ve always loved
the daring
ones
Like the Black young
man
Who tried
to crash
All barriers
at once,
wanted to swim
At a white
beach (in Alabama)
Nude.
I am not suggesting you go that far, but you can help to break down barriers, of race certainly, but also of nationalism; that you do what you can — you don’t have to do something heroic, just something, to join with millions of others who will just do something, because all of those somethings, at certain points in history, come together, and make the world better.

That marvelous African-American writer Zora Neale Hurston, who wouldn’t do what white people wanted her to do, who wouldn’t do what Black people wanted her to do, who insisted on being herself, said that her mother advised her: Leap for the sun — you may not reach it, but at least you will get off the ground.

By being here today, you are already standing on your toes, ready to leap My hope for you is a good life.

New Joanna Newsom

The world just became a little more beautiful…

Have One On Me, a new TRIPLE ALBUM by Joanna Newsom, is out on Feb 23.

Here’s a taster:

I love this, from the YouTube comments:

What the fuck was that?

What the fuck was that i just listened to?

It was like gravity stopped existing for a little bit. Everything just got a bit clearer.

26 days to go…

I’m looking for some sweet soul music

Who feels it knows it lord. I said, I feel it, and I know it…

I’ve been in the mood lately for sweet, soulful music. And it certainly doesn’t need to be soul. Although that would be more than fine. Any genre welcome. What do you turn to when you’re in the mood for something like this? What gives something a bit of soul for you? It’s a word I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. It has so many possible meanings. But I think you know what I mean, right?

So, if this was an RR subject…songs with sweet soulfulness. ANyone?….

Funky 16 corners

And, on a side note…Funky 16 Corners has moved. I know May likes it; I don’t check it very often, but I like what I hear when I do. I can actually imagine quite a few people would like this blog – it covers obscure crate-digging funk, soul, jazz, and every combination therein.

I shall wear my trousers rolled EOTWQ

Here are some end of the week questions for the middle of the week. In keeping with the history topic, these are sort of about our personal histories…

1. Do you have a proustian “madeleine”? Is there some food or song or smell that transports you back to a childhood memory?

2. We recently went ice skating. It was fun, but after a few times around, I was ready to go somewhere warm. It got me thinking about how my idea of funness has changed over the years. What did you used to find fun that you don’t anymore. What do you find fun now that you never did when you were younger? Is there something childish you still find fun, even as an adult?

3. Where were you 10 years ago? 20? You can keep going back by decade if you like, but I know some of us aren’t 30 yet.

4. There has been some talk on the mothership about applying lessons from history to our current actions. Have you ever done that in your own life? Is there something you keep doing despite what your experience tells you?

5. What’s your earliest memory? Or, you know, an early memory, if you can’t pinpoint your earliest? Is there some story people tell about you when you were little to the point that you can’t tell if you actually remember it or you just know the story too well?

Did I already ask all these questions, I half feel like I did. Phew, my memory is going!

S&M#2: Now known as EARWORMS OF THE WEEK

Sam Amidon – How Come That Blood
Sam Amidon’s new record is due soon, and if this is any indication it should be a treat. I love the off-kiltar arrangements, and how they juxtapose with his voice (he has the sort of voice that sounds old, not in age, but like it’s coming from another era) Anyway, this is what folk sounds like in 2010
- lambretinha
Trwbador – Little Lights
Nepotism alert – Owain Gwilym, the musical force behind this bilingual Welsh/English folktronica duo, is MrStepAbahachi – but, having listened to their new EP once out of duty, I’ve had it on steady rotation ever since. Lovely, fragile, not at all what I expected. More tracks available at http://www.myspace.com/trwbador…;
- Abahachi

Ken ParkerGroovin’ In Style
I’ve always liked the Ken Parker tune on my Nice Up The Dance compilation, and recently I treated myself to a 25 song CD of just Ken Parker. Some of it is almost un-listenable, because of the production, but there are some real gems on there, and I think this is one. I like the opening chords; I like his voice, which even when singing a happy song like this has a wistful quality. I love the lyrics to this song. It’s not just a don’t-worry-be-happy song (though there’s nothing wrong with that, I suppose.) To me it has a deeper, more soulful quality to the peaceful feeling that it describes…
- Steen

Willard Grant ConspiracyThe Work Song
Currently riding high in both the current playlist, and “Oh the irony” charts chez DsD (actually, en voiture de DsD would be more accurate) is this aural relaxant from my favourite baritone.
- DsD

Opal Fell From The Sun
This is from one of my favourite chill-out albums (“Early Recordings”), but I only own it on vinyl so don’t play often – was driven to dig it out again by a letter in the current “Record Collector”, which suggests it might be a cover of a Pale Saints song. The reverse is the case – the Saints (themselves a Great Lost Band) covered Opal. I think that this recording meets the dictionary definition of the word ravishing: “unusually pleasing or striking”. Psychedelic folk at its spaciest; David Roback’s filigree guitar is a thing of wonder. Opal (aka Clay Allison) were a dry-run for the better-known Mazzy Star; it’s a matter of pride to me that Guru Rob A-listed this obscure band’s “Harriet Brown” (…aka Greta Garbo) for RRSA Actors, way back in the Silver Age.”
- Shiv

Thea Gilmore - Sol Invictus
More from Shiv: (Musing on the solar theme tin, why don’t you nominate Thea Gilmore’s “Sol Invictus”? – it would make a very compatible roommate to “Fell From The Sun”, and this is exactly the right time of year to be looking to the Sun to rise, rise, rise…).
- Obedient Tin

Topo - Colores
Colores by Topo is from 1982 but has recently found its way back into my collection. It’s about taking time to stop, look and notice the colours and other beautiful things that surround us. It’s a very simple song with very simple lyrics – It’s the colours that make me feel good”. It’s very simplicity and the “breath of fresh air” lyrics just make me feel happy. The thirty second fade out of repeating chorus is a tad annoying, I know, but this song always manages to cheer me up
- Makinavaja

This is the second in our new S(pill) & M(usic) weekly playlist feature. Next week (email by next Tuesday please) could we have earworms from May1366, CaroleB and Blimpy to get us started. That leaves 3-4 slots for anyone else (open to all) who’s got a song to share but doesn’t want to do a full post.

As for a name, we can stick with S&M or have another. Shiv came up with Ravin’ Faves, the title of a proto-RR column in the old anglophile US fanzine “Trouser Press” back in the 70s/early 80. Then there’s more predictable fare like Spill Weekly Playlist.

Sam Amidon – How Come That Blood
Trwbador – Little Lights
Ken Parker – Groovin’ In Style (AKA Groovin out on Life
Willard Grant Conspiracy – The Work Song
Opal – Fell From The Sun
Thea Gilmore – Sol Invictus
Topo – Colores

Starting next week, this feature shall be known as the Spill’s Earworms of the Week. Anyone with an earworm to contribute can email it with a couple lines of explanation to rr@tincanland.com.

The Nilpferd A-listers- The Vocalists

Abahachi kindly pointed out that the Nilpferd A-list tally just hit twenty and that I owe the ‘Spill a commemorative post. As I’ve been pretty quiet recently it seems as good a way as any to poke the hippo snout back into the ‘Spill trough, so here goes. Conveniently, the tracks in question sort themselves into fairly obvious categories, so here as the first of four 5-for posts is The Nilpferd A-listers- The Vocalists.

Esther Marrow – Baby, that’s what I need (Walk Tall)
Betty Davis – If I’m in luck, I might get picked up
Carmen McRae – Spring can really hang you up the most
Dinah Washington – I used to love you, but it’s all over now
Leon Thomas – The Creator has a master plan

Five highly individual singers are represented here, each with a very clear idea of where they stand. If you aren’t pepped up by Esther Marrow’s motivational efforts, you’re probably needing an embalmer, while Betty Davis isn’t leaving any doubt about what’s motivating her at the moment.
Carmen McRae has had a gutsful of spring and Dinah Washington is washing her hands of her do-no-good lover, not before time.
Faced with the combined might of these four sisters, Leon Thomas borrows Pharaoh Sander’s Creator to ensure things will work out in the end, even if we don’t have much say in the matter. Just lay back, and let them do their thing…

Bends For 5904 Miles II – The Wilderness Years

(our trophy cabinet)

From the producer, writer and star of the successful 30 Minutes Over Tokyo series … the award-winning team who brought you the hugely popular Bends For 5904 Miles … and two-eighths of the epic ‘Spillcast …

They were 2 young men thrown together by an administrator’s blunder (probably) and bonded over a shared love of Britpop, obscure indie and alcohol. But the fates that drew them together eventually pushed them apart. Now, see listen to them try to explain to each other what’s happened to their respective record collections in the time they’ve been apart.

You’ll laugh*

You’ll cry**

You’ll frown at the esoteric indie references***

It’s Bends For 5904 Miles II – The Wilderness Years!

In this podcast we pick up from where our first podcast ended and discuss our musical tastes during the time since we last went gigging together – the wilderness years.

Enjoy!

Podcast II – part 1
Podcast II – part 2

* We laugh, you might not
** You won’t cry

*** You will.

Parade – The Fabric

TheFabric

When Chris Johnson left Mostly Autumn at the beginning of 2008 he stated that he was to work on a solo album. In the coming months touring as Fish’s second guitarist took up a lot of his time, but when I asked him about his solo project when I met him in York at the end of the year he told me it was still on track, and had some interesting collaborators.

The Fabric is that album. The collaborators turned out to be Panic Room and Mostly Autumn vocalist and multi-instrumentalist Anne-Marie Helder, Mostly Autumn, Panic Room and Fish’s drummer Gavin Griffiths, and two of Chris’ long-term associates, bassist Patrick Berry and guitarist Simon Snaize, The album also features guest appearances on a few tracks from Heather Findlay, Olivia Sparnenn and Bryan Josh.

This is certainly an album that took me a few listens for this one to click; on the surface it’s an indie-sounding album with it’s sparse chiming guitars and clattering drums; but listen more closely and there’s some real musical depth there. Chris Johnson sings the majority of the lead vocals with Anne-Marie taking a largely supporting role singing harmonies and middle eights, which may disappoint some fans of Anne-Marie’s vocals, but this is basically Chris’ album.

High spots are many, the menacing-sounding “The Dogs” ending with a lacerating solo from Simon Snaize, “The Diamond” where Anne-Marie makes my heart melt with the line “For a while.. you were mine”, and the wonderfully atmospheric “High Life” again featuring some tremendous wordless vocals from Anne-Marie at the end. The album closes with the epic harmony-filled “Ending” perhaps the closest in sound to Chris’ work with Mostly Autumn, a connection made stronger with a great solo from Bryan Josh.

Like many self-released prog albums, this was released as a pre-order some time ago, but has a full retail release on Monday 25th January. You can stream some of the music from the band’s website, www.paradeband.com.

Grace (Is My) Darling

Grace and her dad rescue another lot of shipwrecked seapersons

I see I’ve nominated 21 songs so far – but as quite a few have been nommed by me for previous topics I thought I’d give you some different ones this time.

Grace Darling – Norma Waterson
Jesus Christ (With Signs Following) – the Gourds
Little Moses – Joan Baez
Cam Ye O’er Frae France – Steeleye Span
The Ballad Of Davy Crockett – Doug Sahm
The Bonnie Earl o’ Moray – Five Hand Reel
Hey Jack Kerouac – 10,000 Maniacs
Napoleon’s Dream – Richard Thompson

Questioning Eyes

Breathing Space performing the song Questioning Eyes at Bilston Robin 2 in May last year.

This was the first time they’d performed it live, having laid down the song in the studio only days before. I was in the audience (you may or may not be able to make out the back of my head in the crowd), and I remember congratulating composer Iain Jennings immediately after the show telling him I thought it was as good as anything he’s ever written.

Possibly because I know the story behind this song, I find it incredibly moving – it only takes the intro to bring a lump to my throat.

History Boys (& Girls)


The History Of The World
Adam & Eve
Cleopatra King Size
Jesus Was Way Cool
Like Herod (Hood Remix)
Joan Of Arc
My White Devil
Haile Selassie Rules OK

The Death Of Ferdinand De Saussure
Madame Curie
Ben Gurion
Death & Night & Blood (Yukio)
Malcolm X
Miles Davis’ Funeral
Harry Patch (In Memory Of)
Me & Stephen Hawking
History Girl

New at the Spill: The weekly S&M playlist

The S&M (Spill & Music) Playlist concept is based on the F&M (Film & Music) Playlist in Fwiday Gwardians, in which half a dozen of their music writers share an earworm.

Might be obscure, might be cool, might be any genre, might be something old, something new, something borrowed or blue.

Here’s the first S&M Playlist, from a call for submissions here earlier today. If you’ve got one for next week, email it with a sentence or two of narrative to rr@tincanland.com. Ideas for the series name are welcome too.


Ewan MacColl – The Shoals of Herring

I first heard this years ago while watching a TV programme about trawler fishing. I was still at home with my parents, and I hadn’t a clue who sang the song, so I guess I must have been quite young. I never forgot the song, the chorus stuck in my head – it’s really evocative (although I have no connections with trawler fishermen, as far as I know). Years later I saw an Ewan MacColl CD in a shop and it had this track on it. I bought the CD on the strength of the track, and I still love it. It ain’t trendy, it’s not a love song – it’s just a great tune, well sung and does what it says on the tin.

- Ali Munday

Neko Case – Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis

I’ve been falling in love with Neko Case recently – even before I discovered what she looks like. This is her beautiful and poignant cover of Tom Waits’ “Christmas Card from a H00ker in Minneapolis”.

- barbryn

Everclear – Bad Connection

There’s not much reason to buy later model Everclear records; as much as I love the band, after awhile even I had heard enough about Art Alexakis’ childhood in a broken home. One of his bids to keep the band current despite lineup changes and the limited scope was an album of covers called The Vegas Years. Mostly unispired, there was however this Yaz/Yazoo gem.

- Tin

Salif Keita – Here

I thought of this, from an album I hadn’t played for some time and then last week I started playing it again because the G. nominated it as one of the 10 best of the decade. It’s Salif Keita’s album Moffou and the song is ‘Here’, lovely gentle song with a great backup chorus.

- goneforeign

Paolo Nutini – Candy

I ‘discovered’ this last year via the radio as well as hearing a couple of other songs from the Sunny Side Up album. When I got some money in lieu of a Christmas present from my parents (Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m 46 and I’m still relying on money from my parents to go down the shops and treat myself). This is one of the better tracks on a great album.

- gordon immel

Sun Ra – ‘Blackman/Love in Outer Space’

from the Space Is The Place (Original Soundtrack) inspired by steenbecks MLK post I re-visited ‘Blackman…’ insane and brilliant… just a fantastic drumming groove.. enjoy.

- Shane

Where Were You When I Needed You


In what could be a new series in which we blame other ‘Spillers for not alerting us to good music, I point my fingers at Snadfrod and Shoey, and any other Band Of Horses enthusiasts for not exposing me to this song.

Detlef Schrempf

Of course I’m sure someone will point me to an earlier ‘Spill post, one I possibly commented on, featuring this song…

Northern Social CD update – Webcore’s Blues


As you may all have gathered, I don’t get much free time. I am finally on my own in the house for more than one hour (oooo-err) and taking the opportunity to do all the 101 things I never get to do like slobbing out with some CDs. Top of the pile was Webcore’s Blues from the Northern Social (yes, I know that was 3 months ago, but see above) – and I would just like to say it is superb. I can’t find a single track I don’t like. So this is just a very brief way to say thank you Webcore, for adding quality to my morning off. Oh, and to post a nice picture of trees.

Better Late Than ….Shoey’s Album of the Month Nov & Dec 2009


Catching up with the usual listening backlog. Which of these should be declared Shoey’s album of the month(s) for Nov & Dec?. Two winners this time due to my tardiness (T-Boi’s Herculean pop series got done 1st – who’d have thunk it?). It’s been fun (especially after opening this up for popular vote, rather than just hoisting my picks on you all), does anyone want to keep this thing going or take this “series” on for 2010?
Before Tomorrow
Four Dreams
Liars Ink
Big Brother
Leo Needs A New Pair Of Shoes
Strung Up From the Sky
Meltdown
Bicycle
I Hear Them All
Flashback

Red Hot & Riot

I just heard this song on the radio…

That’s Dead Prez, Talib Kweli, Jorge Ben and Bilal remixing Fela Kuti’s Shuffering and Shmiling. Well, a little bit of research showed that it came from the album Red Hot and Riot, which features many many artists remixing and recreating Fela songs. Seems it’s from 2002. Did I know about this? How did I not know about this? Seems it may also have been a documentary and a concert. I’m still seeking information. I can’t find a lot of the other tracks to listen to, but I like this one a whole lot.

A. A fish

For a re-invigorating twist on Questions of the Week, lets try Answers of the Week. Instead of questions for you to answer, here are your answers. Now what were you asked?

1. Only if no one is watching.
2. That’s the elephant in the room, really.
3. Like it? Pfft, I couldn’t get past the first chapter.
4. But that’s my second favorite organ.
5. I think they’ll lose in the World Cup semi final.

Gremlinfc leaves unsettling trail


“A sickening bad-taste exercise”. No not me , but one of me fillums which has continued to flummox audiences since it was released in…….(point)
What’s its relevance to music? Well…
…theeee freaky song sung by theee Freak (can’t say more but Point for the character) has been covered by Bauhaus, Devo, Norma Loy, WC3 (à trois dans les WC), Haus Arafna, Miranda Sex Garden, Annie Christian, John Hasbrouck, Pankow, Pixies, The Sherrysa-Whore, Desolation Yes, Bang Gang, Helios, Donny Who Loved Bowling, Forgotten Sunrise and Tuxedomoon. Indie rockers Modest Mouse borrowed lines from thee song for “Workin’ on Leavin’ the Livin’”, as did the anarcho-punk band Rubella Ballet for their song “Slant and Slide. That’s not a bad resumee for a song sung by a freak in a nightmare fillum.
I’ll post the song itself when the SpillPoints have been dished out:
1. Fillum(easy)
2. Gremlinfc’s character (easy)
3. Character who sings song
4. Who/what is the quote “Oh you ARE sick!” about?
5. What’s unusual about the music for the fillum?
…everything is fine, everything is fine.
Of course some people think it’s unwatchable , pretentious shite…it’s mos def weird, whichever viewpoint you take.