Nice song. Unrealistic lyrics. But hey. That’s me, innit?
I think Kenickie are one of the great lost bands of the 1990s. Both their albums are filled with spiky, spunky girl-pop, a bit ramshackle but witty and catchy and rousing, like good pop music should be.
This isn’t their best song, but it is the doodoodoo bababa-est and today I am enjoying the non-verbal communication aspect of that because I am a bit sick of words, frankly.
Anyone wants to talk to me today, I think I’ll hit them with a doobydoobydoo and maybe a couple of handclaps and a key change until they either join in or go away.
A really simple, short and sweet song, with a (probably very expensive but) simple, short and sweet video. Aw.
I’d like to do a gig there sometime.
I really admire Gruff Rhys, but even so I would tell him to put his anorak on the right way round. You have to have standards. Mind, I sometimes have trouble dressing myself, too.
It’s six in the gosh-darned morning. Honestly, there’s really only any need for one 6 o’clock in the day, and that’s teatime. Any more 6 o’clocks are unnecessary. Welcome back to the joys of theatre in education, Harris! I can’t possibly be entertaining at this ungodly hour.
Live performance of Fredo Viola’s Red States from 3 parts of the world: Fredo Viola performing in New York, I Am Your Autopilot in Manchester and Scalde in Lyon.
Gorgeous song, flawless performance, perfect pop, and a lyric that shines a light on my darkness this evening.
Could mebbeez do without seeing Fredo grooving though. Fredo, there’s a light on my darkness, man. Have some respect.
An “endtime ballad” from Crippled Black Phoenix, a collective-style band featuring members of Mogwai and Electric Wizard, amongst others. Their music is hymnal and doomy. And, on their most recent double-album, The Resurrectionists/Night Raider, more than a little Floydy.
You have to be in the mood for this kind of stuff. Tonight I am in the mood for this kind of stuff.
Arthur Lee and Love. You’ve gotta love a mariachi trumpet! You can rack this up into my ever-expanding list of favourite songs.
I could be in love with almost everyone.
I think that people are the greatest fun.
Well, not all of ’em. Actually some of them are quite dull*. But it’s a beautiful sentiment even though I personally couldn’t be in love with almost anyone. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Songs! They don’t half talk some shit sometimes, but I still sing along…
*and they probably think the same about me.
You said it, Sparklehorse. I like the way this song swaggers, and the chorus kinda speaks to me. The verses… well, I’m not sure what “hairy rust” is but I’m sure it’s very deep.
What a gloriously lush and tender song. It isn’t a hug, but it’s the next best thing: Sore by Annuals.
Unfortunately, the video is definitely not a hug. It’s a calamity. The music will cuddle your ears, while the video pokes you repeatedly in the eyes. Heh. That’s life, innit?
I’ve had this song on a mixtape for years and years, but only this week found out who it was by (I’d occasionally try and google the chorus, but what with it being “hey goodbye” google told me it was probably by Bananarama. I generally trust google, but it did seem like a stylistic departure for Siobhan, Keren and Dobbin).
But finally the mystery was solved*. It’s Hey Goodbye by Macha Loved Bedhead. Whom? Oh, you know. Macha Loved Bedhead. They did Robert De Niro’s Waiting, I think.
*How did I solve it? I asked Russ, who made the tape for me. I’m like Sherlock Holmes I am.
Race for the Prize! This version is perhaps a bit more gong-and-theremin heavy than necessary, but it’s still got me dancin. If I had to choose a top song ever, it would be a two way tie between this and Glenn Campbell’s Wichita Lineman. Very different songs but they both hit me like heart-seeking missiles, or, more accurately, like beautiful songs. Wayne Coyne is a hero. He has a great beard and seems restlessly creative. If I could achieve either I would be a happy man.
Anyway. You’ve found my blog. Originally set up to promote my dumb comedy ambitions, it expanded into being a collection of stuff I like, then recently it all went a bit haywire with personal kerfufflery*. From now on it’ll be a mix of all three, although the personal stuff will be less kerfuffley (sorry, kerfuffle-seekers!).
So… hi! I’m updating the blog a lot at the mo, but that’s mostly due to the fact I’m currently waking up at a ridiculous time in the morning and I’ve nothing better to do than sit with coffee and toast and randomly bash the keyboard until recognisable words and sentences appear. You will find some of those sentences below. Enjoy.
*I’m doing ok now, as it goes.
Ramshackle Charm 