One of the “problems” with headphones/earpieces and music is that I tend to lose myself in the song. Frequently that results in my singing along. I have a terrible singing voice, but what the hell, even I can’t hear it with the earbuds in.
Occasionally though, I find myself doing it in company. Not good.
This morning I have been sat in the canteen area of the school DsSis has her Orchestra practice at.
Noticed I was being stared at. Realised I was singing along. Looked down at my Walkman to see what the song was.
I usually paint figuratively (that means that I paint pictures. Of things. Generally, they are things that I can see). But this is an attempt at an abstract painting. It started as paint left over on the palette from another painting; the colours didn’t suggest anything in particular, so l just tried arranging then in a manner that pleased me. The results are reminiscent of an underwater scene, I think. Continue reading →
We do not want songs about auctions or auctioneers. It’s an actual auction. i.e. first bid could be One Tin Soldier, second Two Hearts, etc.Get the idea? The # doesn’t have to be at the start of, or even in, the title – but the number should be central to the song and something you could actually bid. Think of it like 12 Days of Christmas run amuck.
Advance the bidding as slowly as you can. We have a week to kill; no point jumping right to Billion Dollar Babies and skipping Ten Million Slaves. Please allow three others to bid before you bid again. We’ll have no overnight bidduggery.
[Rules can be changed by consensus. The referee is our friend Good Will.]
Go ahead and use comments to post what you’d ‘ave bid guv’nor if that damn %$%^& hadn’t got there first or a song that would have fit between two bids, but let’s not swamp the thing with a hundred Two videos. (No, DsD, that would not count as a bid of 200.)
Bidding closes Monday at noon. Whatever the highest bid is, the charity of your choice will earn an equivalent number of ‘Spill points. (I’ll do you up something on official ‘Spill letterhed you can present to them. With luck, you might even get your picture in the local newspaper.)
APOLOGIES ALL, I MESSED UP THE START TIME. IT’S GO TIME!
Less than two days to go to Rebellion, the annual long weekend of punk rock and seaside tat. You might think I would be looking forward to such a weekend. You might think it’s a simple case of turning up, consuming more alcohol than I do in the entire rest of the year , removing my t-shirt and entering the “pit”( I apologise to anyone who witnessed me actually do this a few years ago for any mental trauma). But this year it’s more complex. There are multiple clashes of bands that might be dubbed “Wyngate favourites” and some very hard decisions to be made. The trouble is I’m not the kind of person who just “goes with the flow”, or goes to watch bands because my mates are watching. I’m not the kind of person who can just relax and enjoy the end of The Mob’s set knowing full well that 5 minutes walk away The Outcasts are starting their set.
So, fellow Spillers, have you ever had to decide between two artists to watch? How did you decide? Do you think you made the right decision?
In Spain a Rodríguez is a husband who is on his own in the big city in the summer months while the wife and kids are away on holiday. According to popular lore they get up to all sorts of shenanigans while the cat’s away. Well, I’m a Rodríguez this week and am having fun listening to music much louder than I usually would and very little more. I’ll be going to Buika’s concert on Thursday and then it’s down to the coast to spend the weekend with the family.
one of my favourite groups from the nineties took their name from this local curiosity. Andrés Calamaro and Ariel Rot, the Argentinian members of the group, found the concept so amusing that they decided to use the name for their group. It was short lived but a lot of fun. Good time rock and roll from a group that got together after seeing the Stones play the Vicente Calderón stadium in 1990 something. Good time music with very few pretensions.
Reg, poor fella, is poorly and has had to cancel a number of gigs this week. I’ve never heard of somebody of his vintage suffering from appendicitis, but it sure sounds like a better reason than some have given for not turning up.
The Bangles once stood me up. I was due to meet them in the Hammersmith Odeon but success (for them) stepped out of the shadow and whisked them away (Eternal Flame went to No.1 in the US so they never bothered coming over).
Keith Richards was a no show at Wembley because he’d cut his hand and it got infected, so no Steel Wheels for me – suppose I should be grateful.
Stevie Ray Vaughan died in a helicopter crash a month before I was due to see him, once again at Hammersmith – what is it about that place, or was it just me?
Anyway, between the lot of us there must be QUITE A FEW gigs that never were. I want to hear about yours so we can all read ‘em and weep.
1 Spiritual Soulsavers
2 Shore To Shore Johnny Flynn & The Sussex Wit
3 Head Rolls Off Frightened Rabbit
4 Ladder Song Bright Eyes
5 Black Jesus 9 Lazy 9
6 Kelly’s Heroes Black Grape
7 Just Like Jesus [Alternate Version] Dakota Suite
1 Even Jesus Couldn’t Love You Lord Cut Glass
2 Going to Marrakesh The Extra Glenns
3 Jesus Is My Girlfriend BabyBird
4 Jesus Stag Night Club Babybird
5 Buckingham Rabbit Silver Jews
6 All Things To All Men Cinematic Orchesta Feat. Roots Manuva
So, what do the two things have in common? The first thing is Mogwai*, my useless former tortie sulker. The second is “I See You Baby (Shakin’ That Ass)” by Groove Armada & Fatboy Slim.
The answer is….nothing! Apart from the fact that the two things are irretrievably, utterly linked in my mind. Mrs McFlah & I used to sing the song towards Mogwai because of the way her furry rump swung when she walked, waaay back when it came out (the song, not the cat’s bum) in ’99. Whenever I hear the song, I can think of nothing else but the feline booty sway.
So then, I would like you please to recommend songs that are solidly bonded by association in your minds – the winner will be the one that has the most convoluted & bizarre or ridiculous & mundane explanation to it!
Never one to do things by halves (nor to ignore an opportunity to paint), I ended up doing three paintings of shoe-like objects for Parkinson’s Awareness Week and the “In My Shoes” theme. They are not, as it happens, all mine (I have Young Onset Parkinson’s, so the theme is apt). The wellies belong to my son, and were both easier to get hold off and muddier than mine, which I only wear if I really have to (not because I have Parkinson’s. I don’t like wellies because I have the wrong shape feet for wellies). Wellies really ought to be muddy. My cheapo lightweight walking boots, or trail boots, are also appropriately muddy.
And they are all on eBay in the hope that someone (hopefully lots of someones, so they bid the price up …) will buy one or more, and Parkinson’s UK will get a modest, painting-sized chunk of money.
And the ‘Spill gets more hits than my solo blogs, so I am shamelessly exploiting it because of the charity angle.
Charity singles are a bit of a hit and miss affair. They may hit the charts, but they frequently miss the spot. I’m having difficulty thinking of a truly great one, although I can’t help but recall that the first record I ever bought was Ferry Aid’s “Let It Be”, an ensemble affair in aid of the Zeebrugge Disaster of 1987.
(I had convinced myself that my first single purchase was the Pet Shop Boys’ “It’s A Sin”, but the dates defy this recollection by a couple of months.)
Let’s face it, demurring that work, family and budget demands will keep us from Glastonbury this year is a crock. We would too be allowed to go if we wanted. A weekend ankle-deep in filth ping-ponging between half-crazed, foul-mouthed drunks while our ears are assaulted by distorted echoes of shit we’d never play at home? Heck, that’s the morning commute in the London subway system, ba doom bah.
No, Spillers are too self-assured to sleep in a field for cred. We have our still-a-rebel-at-heart pride, and that step we’ve lost is more than made up for by knowing how to enjoy the finer things in life. Like a roof. And a kettle. And free garlic bread with orders over £12.
And so….Spillt-on-bury, an online, interactive music festival for those of us who have earned the right to tune in and check out stuff from the comfort of our own home. Continue reading →
A chance comment the other day and news items about the BBC got me thinking about British comedy. I like a bit of comedy, me , but find much of today’s output ( especially on the BBC) pretty feeble and lacking in laughs.
I began to wonder if this is a symptom of me growing old. Each generation , naturally, has it’s own comedic zeitgeist which , like an old photograph, is bound to fade over time.
I do think, though, that a path can be traced, in Britain, in which , though each generation succeeds the previous it also draws inspiration from it.
“So what, Big Ears ?” I hear you, rather rudely, enquire.
RE: Your email notice that the White Knight/Crosslee tumble dryer I ordered two days ago has been dispatched - for delivery in 10 days.
On calling to ask from where on earth – sorry Earth – it was being dispatched that would take 10 days, I was told the factory doesn’t start building them until the order is received.
Now I will admit to being a sceptical man at times, but I find it hard to believe that a retailer as big as Tesco buys bog-standard, entry level appliances individually. Or that a factory has renounced 100+ years of Henry Fordism and subsequent efficiencies. Unless of course it is a multi-use factory in China that builds tumble dryers on the third Thursday of the month, iPods on the first Friday and cans soup the rest of the month. Continue reading →
No badges, lanyards, bracelets, parking fees, ticket lines, exclusive parties, VIP tents…just the sweet comfort of your own couch. Here’s how it works, artists and bands from all over the globe record a video performance for us from their living rooms, kitchens, porches, bathrooms, you name it…pretty much anywhere but a stage…and we post them (March 10 – 16, 2013).
NOTE: Submissions accepted until the final day, so psst this to bands you know.
Okay, you asked for it – or at least AIP did: a random literary post. I’m horribly busy at the moment, trying to finish writing a book by the end of March, which explains why I haven’t been around much and won’t have time to post much until that’s out of the way – but today has been reasonably productive (not with the book, but I’ve drafted part of a German job application, and worked through a load of other stuff), and so I can afford half an hour to respond to his plea for more randomness. I very much enjoyed the discussion of his post on fantasy literature, and so thought I’d take a cue from the references there to hard-boiled crime fiction and the like…
The off-topic meanderings on ‘Songs About… Works Of Art’ involved Webby telling the story of the rumoured supergroup HELP (the idea being that Jimi Hendrex would join ELP). leaveitallbehind suggested that this should be done as a game on the ‘Spill, so here we go…
I’m not after a jumper, I’m after some Spillers’ tips. We don’t have a holiday booked yet during the school summer break. Lifelong Gerald Durrell fan DsMam has always wanted to go back to Jersey with the kids, as the last time we went was before DsSis was born. (Technically, Jess has been there: Julie was six-or-seven months pregnant with her at the time!) The trouble is, an awful lot of things have changed over the last dozen years, and therefore we’re starting our search again from scratch. We don’t know anybody out there; we don’t know anyone who goes there for holidays; and even my wife’s old school friend the travel agent has long-since sold her business. That means we’re randomly throwing ourselves at the mercy of the mainstream tourist-fleecing holiday companies, and so far it’s looking prohibitively expensive. Tentative forays into independent internet searches are producing some very dodgy results …
… so that’s where you lot come in. Does anyone know of any independent / private cottage or caravan rentals on the island which are clean, green (don’t really want to be crammed into the fourth-floor attic of a St.Helier B&B) and not too dear? Discussions of any vaguely relevant experiences in the last five years or so welcome. Tips of any hidden gems-to-seek-out or pitfalls-to-avoid will be gratefully received.
If you don’t want to discuss them openly on this thread, you’ve all got my email and/or telephone details.
My end of year round up is now turned into the ‘spill game:
you know the score DUMP one (or all of them – see if I care)
It’s pop and it’s fun – don’t take it too seriously.
Remember, they are my most played – I’m not claiming they will change the world – I just liked them.
Band names in BOLD – for those who believe I make stuff up:
1 Stroke My Curls The Dodoz Forever I Can Purr 2012
2 Cuka (feat. Ikonoklasta) Batida Batida (feat. Mck, Circuito Feixado, Ikonoklasta, Beat Laden 2012
3 The Empty Man Whitey Lost Summer 2012
4 Genevieve Stealing Sheep Into The Diamond Sun 2012
5 Horn For The Whole Damn World Lazarus and the Plane Crash Horseplay
6 Passenger Emily Wells Mama 2012
7 Kevlar Sweethearts Diablo Swing Orchestra Pandora’s Pinata 2012
8 Be Strong (Blakkat Remix) The 2 Bears Be Strong (Deluxe Edition) 2012
9 Rat-at-at The Skints Part & Parcel 2012
10 Clap Hooded Fang Tosta Mista 2012
11 Circus Sunday Driver The Mutiny 2012
Many thanks to everyone who sent in nominations for this year’s Spill Awards: you’ll be delighted to hear that we remain as bizarrely eclectic and disparate as ever – over 100 different albums nominated for Album of the Year, for example, so that the shortlist consists, as has become traditional, of all the records that two people (and very occasionally three!) mentioned – and with the usual minimal overlap with end-of-year lists in the mainstream music press. We now come to the next stage, the voting. Full instructions below – but first, an announcement about the award ceremony.
“I’m as mad as hell – and I’m not going to take this any more”
1 Letter From God To Man Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
2 Madder Groove Armada
3 Who Needs Actions When You Got Words Plan B
4 We Are Fucking Angry The King Blues
5 So Hungry, So Angry Medium, Medium
6 The Floor Buck 65
1 Fight The Power (’95) Dreadzone
2 Penny For A Thought Saul Williams
3 Alone And Annoyed Eric’s Trip
4 Got This Rage Honkeyfinger
5 Fight Art Brut
6 Bad Luck Hot Chip
7 Open Mind Surgery Culture Shock