‘Nuff said, I think.
I got this off Kanye West’s blog, and I think it’s hilarious. Wall-E, put that Oscar acceptance speech back in your breast pocket.
Warning: May not be suitable for children
Initially all sorts of individual lyrics sprang to mind – Louis Bertignac’s broken coffee maker in Ces Idées-là, eh fp?! But as the list expanded and expanded, it fast became too big to consider ‘Spilling, even when it includes such favourites as Shack’s Time Machine, HMHB’s Dukla Prague Away Kit, and Natural Life’s Strange World (“Weird piece of machinery, built for making holes in me, oo-ooh … shotgun”). So in a typically contrary U-turn, I then tried self-imposing a Dorian-tight set of parameters, namely if the whole song isn’t actually ABOUT the machine, it ain’t comin’ in! […so I can bin Drive-By Truckers’ The Day John Henry Died, can I DsD? – Ed.]
Obviously I could exclude songs others have beaten me to, but I offer my ‘Spilldonds to the likes of BFB’s Song Against Robots, and – naturally – Tackhead’s Fix The Machine.
But then I started arguing with myself about whether any given tune was a good-enough fit. Ugh.
So eventually, I just thought … “Oh sod it, just pick some songs I like that may not have been thought of over on RR and post ‘em here.
That’s Black Sabbath’s Iron Man above – I’ll be gobsmacked if that HASN’T been mentioned over yonder.
But now here’s some much less threatening (and almost certainly WA-A-A-AY off-topic) machinery:
And this last one is my quizzer for the week: a point each for artist and title, two bonus points for the vocalist:
I’m unlikely to get much opportunity to post/comment this week, so have a good’un everyone, and let’s see if I can get Snadfrod drunk enough on Thursday night to let me photograph his beard – sorry – The Beard in all its glory!
Ring ring RIng Ha Ha Hey–De La Soul
Flutey Ring ring ring remix
Paranoid Android–Easy Star All Stars
Fitter Happier–Easy Star All Stars
The Way You Move–Big Boi
Synthesizer–Outkast ft. George Clinton
Synthetic Substitution–Melvin Bliss
22nd Century–Nina Simone
My ever-expanding ‘Spill list continues…
All Pete Rock…(all the time)
The Best Secret
#1 Soul Brother (My pick as best for this subject)
Don’t Be Mad
And Jean Redpath…
Tae the Weavers
The child, hanging from his father’s hands, now saw again the bright star Sirius. It seemed to fly onwards, keeping pace beside them through the distant sky. As before, the child found its light a comfort. His good-luck coin clinked against his drum, and now he felt luckier than ever before. “Maybe we shan’t always be helpless, Papa,” he said. “Maybe we’ll be self-winding someday.”
“Maybe,” said his father.
The Mouse and His Child by Russell Hoban is one of my favourite books, and every time I recommend it to someone I feel a teeny bit jealous, because they’ll be reading it for the first time, and I can’t ever experience that again. Anyone else feel like that about a book?
His music has developed from using traditional instruments to pure and unapologetic synth-pop. This is the big brother of Air and a close cousin of Daft Punk. However, he is not averse to sitting down at the baby grand and giving us a burst of the orchestral and melancholic ‘la Ritornelle’ which was one of his earliest successes in 2004. Moving from some very competent guitar work, he played through the sensual synth swathes of ‘Sexuality’ which dominated my MP3 player on the beaches of Arcachon this summer. If you listen to ‘Roche’ you’ll hear why…
Physically, Tellier is one big contradiction. He is, as my dear father would put it, “built like a brick shit house”. Frequent comparisons with rugby player Sébastien Chabal are entirely merited. The look is resolutely hirsute with an unkempt beard and straggly locks covering most of his face. And an outsized pair of 80s shades just to cover up the rest for good measure. What is he hiding? And yet the masculine shagginess is offset by a breathy, almost feminine vocal style and a bright puce V-necked pullover. I’m talking serious pink here. At one point he whipped off the shades and I got a glimpse of the beauty beneath. Under those layers, I suspect, lies a seriously handsome face and I actually think that someone should play him with a couple of excellent bottles of Bordeaux and shave the whole lot off. I’d willingly contribute a smart sweater. Not a ‘Cosby sweater’. Or lend him my E2-E4 black T-shirt which is the coolest item in my wardrobe.
But he wouldn’t be Sébastien Tellier then, would he?
And since I got side-tracked on fashion issues, the question to go: Coolest, most prized item in your wardrobe….?