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“Memory is what we are. Your very soul and your very reason to be alive are tied up in memory.” Nick CaveBrush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.comBlogger19336125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-72358334963385618922024-03-19T01:07:00.004-07:002024-03-19T01:50:02.051-07:00Alternatives To Valium - Alastair McKay - # 11 Rod Stewart<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_5lX0eMI7Hw" width="320" youtube-src-id="_5lX0eMI7Hw"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>I'm coming to the end of this so I'll stop here. It isn't a narrative of Alaisatir's life anymore, just a series of excellent freelance interviews he made down the years so I'm not selling <i>Alternatives To Valium </i>short by taking my leave here. </p><p>Rod Stewart is an interesting one in that he's always been around, but I've never really ever thought about him much. There's a bloke in what I still call my local in Newcastle but don't actually go to much now because I don't really drink alcohol much anymore.</p><p>Anyhow there's a guy who drinks there. Usually with his close circle on Sunday nights. I think of him as Rod Stewart because he always puts a long string of Rod classics on the jukebox at some point on the evening and is always flying off to places. Las Vegas usually. To see the man in concert.</p><p>I was a child and became a teenager in Richmond Upon Thames. It was and is still a great place to be. One of the urban legends about Richmond is that Rod Stewart was discovered there. Singing drunkenly on a Richmond Station platform early one morning. This episode is detailed here. Apparently it's true. The song was Howlin' Wolf's <i>Smokestack Lightning</i>.</p><p>Rod comes across in the chapter here as good company first and foremost. Someone who loves football but never arrives before the kick off and leaves before the end. He never worries about anything. Well he's got enough money not to have to. He's a singer with a rare ability to inhabit songs. He doesn't see the need for a Faces reunion, reasoning that there are plenty of good bands. He reminds Alaistair of George Best. When he tells him, Rod replies, <i>'He's probably shagged some of the same women if we were to compare notes.' </i>We'll start a new book tomorrow. I'll decide on the book later today.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivSneQMEln_0i63G7eRE11hZPPd5SL0txgwAyq9Q5J1MGmrtUd2j1q1vcY9Hf8L4NjRGrSpYUpkiuj5UN9A_6snli9GnGHO4FfFnA1ViEjYXbupTeqFr_jI6PLIofah_a9_hpzhjqbEM6LPPZSpkiHqaUttftnC3-rvVfUkg75OwSW05WXXg9u06gicBl9/s500/Alternatives.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="333" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivSneQMEln_0i63G7eRE11hZPPd5SL0txgwAyq9Q5J1MGmrtUd2j1q1vcY9Hf8L4NjRGrSpYUpkiuj5UN9A_6snli9GnGHO4FfFnA1ViEjYXbupTeqFr_jI6PLIofah_a9_hpzhjqbEM6LPPZSpkiHqaUttftnC3-rvVfUkg75OwSW05WXXg9u06gicBl9/w426-h640/Alternatives.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-63184519649284077702024-03-19T01:07:00.003-07:002024-03-19T01:45:22.436-07:00Steely Dan - Their Thirty Greatest Songs # 5 Rikki Don't Lose That Number<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/kaxMrzrkzwI" width="320" youtube-src-id="kaxMrzrkzwI"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>When it comes to Steely Dan songs that people know, this comes pretty top of the list. It has a refrain that sounds like an advertising jingle. I imagine it probably has been one.</p><p>Like a surprising amount of Steely Dan songs it's about sexual desire. Becker and Fagen were a lot hornier than I ever realised before I started this. This one was about an unrequited crush on Rikki Ducornet, wife of Fagin's Bard College Professor. The lyrics are poignant if you listen to them which I haven't ever really done before this morning. Pop songs are like that. The tune is one to die for. </p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-54062260011356907022024-03-19T01:07:00.002-07:002024-03-19T01:07:27.286-07:00Mojo Collection - The Ultimate Music Companion # 561 Stina Nordemstram - People Are Strange <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/kB7YE0uYNgM" width="320" youtube-src-id="kB7YE0uYNgM"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I remember liking the idea of Stina Nordemstram andher records when they came out though I never actually heard or bought them. She was the kind of artist I was naturally prone to. An elfin Scandinavian who idn't want to be contained.<i> 'I want to be invisible and private.' </i>she said at one point. I like the contradiction of musicians like this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>People Are Strange </i>came out in 1998 and is a strange of disemboied covers of very well known songs which sound like you've come across a strange girl singing to herself in a bandstand in the park. Accompanied by a friend playing minimal piano parts on a badly tuned piano.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKxBuvgaxNJBWWDKc_-kLKONmt_BOjESG4RO3_7PVi2BnSU57caY0lJq1gAHj31kmXlvNVcWUdAY3ZxbCebXqo7dwC8aj0tHMQ2ZAc73RETADmFsPwT5dIpPouxOx9YLocgxb0mCgS4wFxUkC3M08p88v2L3JQN6ucR8SD4Qe-VJs5InGFd_G_2lqe9D-F/s475/Mojo%204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="307" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKxBuvgaxNJBWWDKc_-kLKONmt_BOjESG4RO3_7PVi2BnSU57caY0lJq1gAHj31kmXlvNVcWUdAY3ZxbCebXqo7dwC8aj0tHMQ2ZAc73RETADmFsPwT5dIpPouxOx9YLocgxb0mCgS4wFxUkC3M08p88v2L3JQN6ucR8SD4Qe-VJs5InGFd_G_2lqe9D-F/w414-h640/Mojo%204.jpg" width="414" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-49395746391480775442024-03-19T01:07:00.001-07:002024-03-19T01:07:16.795-07:00500 Greatest Albums of the 1980s ... Ranked! # 429 Beastie Boys - Licensed To Ill<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/E4m_M0JwGLI" width="320" youtube-src-id="E4m_M0JwGLI"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>I've come to enjoy much about The Beastie Boys but immediately I was certainly not taken. I didn't care for the shouting and banging what sounded like pots and pans around. There is a lot of shouting banging what sound like pots and pans around on <i>Licensed To Ill.</i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRv5GkxarE6hjPzzv0kjEQVTPKiBcw9f1ftbgx6vtYkW8NA_6RNjQGU4zRvZVUNFkmr6CDb4xAXAwlpCaFeyq__LhpR0iPCq_FPb75o6IgSS_X5Oxa0VPWNVq_q-xN_xylj_uolqxHlMH77fim9Wg8JsICnP5LhwWmAb8EGvTbj4fTYfrBSKBQALUAJPBN/s2560/Kate%20Bush%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1810" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRv5GkxarE6hjPzzv0kjEQVTPKiBcw9f1ftbgx6vtYkW8NA_6RNjQGU4zRvZVUNFkmr6CDb4xAXAwlpCaFeyq__LhpR0iPCq_FPb75o6IgSS_X5Oxa0VPWNVq_q-xN_xylj_uolqxHlMH77fim9Wg8JsICnP5LhwWmAb8EGvTbj4fTYfrBSKBQALUAJPBN/w452-h640/Kate%20Bush%202.jpg" width="452" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i><p></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-62094201279203787902024-03-19T01:07:00.000-07:002024-03-19T01:07:04.866-07:00Best Ever Albums - 2,000 - 1,001 -1,986 The Alan Parsons Project - The Turn Of A Friendly Card<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BIjvzucqDzU" width="320" youtube-src-id="BIjvzucqDzU"></iframe></div><p></p><p>I tend to leave records like this to the tender care of my good friend Chris Barron who I know appreciates these things more than I ever can. I'm sure he will give it a very good home.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBukT-0G2Djn2k4rekpiiuEnQKfjj9W4GvTtZ533JvMCKSxAm0HYdlE7QT7jz3wvh5IT0W3nCTo_BUClEBwDOxod-IbGPVjht_h82g1vKM_RwSLJrtFdtQ0BMu-MU_NS8L1vqoI4ze14gGjAEnF5jpm7nhwpXO8saInj3wv-RHrcgob4Kny8q23DWchyphenhyphenx9/s200/Best%20Ever%20Albums.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="99" data-original-width="200" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBukT-0G2Djn2k4rekpiiuEnQKfjj9W4GvTtZ533JvMCKSxAm0HYdlE7QT7jz3wvh5IT0W3nCTo_BUClEBwDOxod-IbGPVjht_h82g1vKM_RwSLJrtFdtQ0BMu-MU_NS8L1vqoI4ze14gGjAEnF5jpm7nhwpXO8saInj3wv-RHrcgob4Kny8q23DWchyphenhyphenx9/w400-h198/Best%20Ever%20Albums.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-64850474321575011772024-03-19T01:06:00.000-07:002024-03-19T01:06:50.880-07:00Song(s) of the Day # 3,682 Ancient History<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/L5roExs1W7Y" width="320" youtube-src-id="L5roExs1W7Y"></iframe></div><p></p><p>One of the great thrills of writing a blog like mine is coming upon records like this. Ones which will never so much as get a mention from Mojo, Uncut or The Guardian but strike me as every bit as special as the ones they cover. More often, because of what they come to mean to me.</p><p>This morning a Pittsburgh based musician named Don Ducote, who joins the dots between Lo-Fi and Experimental Indie practice on his magical latest record<i> Dollar Consolation Prize.</i></p><p>A record that made me think of Beirut, Sufjan, Mercury Rev, Joanna Newsom, Dark Tea, The Shins and all those guys at different moments of its spin. Outsiders and dreamers, toiling away on guitars and more unworldly instruments in upstairs bedrooms and reaching for the stars they see twinkling in the night time sky as they stare into the night from behind their curtains.</p><p>Not a record with memorable tunes exactly but certainly one which casts a spell that traces its roots back to The Fugs, The Merry Pranksters, Cassidy, Ginsburg and Kerouac and beyond.</p><p>I loved <i>Dollar Consolation Prize </i>almost immediately. It makes its own rules and drifts off from there into the starry night guided by the windpower of its dreams. An enchanting record and journey. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeHQvcKN0bSSelT9ZA_UrzrtgBzz-8pC4Px0BM4X0nMgixTryR48l6MgQuahmHPK7dkbc7CNbzOMi4O3lAaXmOoZhkvaa4enIEQ1C8i0Kq4GGZYyd_EuUHsUb6JaaJh9CAajUiyEUwNGgYVakdI3eR2luqgPC1AsIlY8ljBOwEtVEdSuSFDPG3FYPqTL90/s1380/Don%20Ducote.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1357" data-original-width="1380" height="630" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeHQvcKN0bSSelT9ZA_UrzrtgBzz-8pC4Px0BM4X0nMgixTryR48l6MgQuahmHPK7dkbc7CNbzOMi4O3lAaXmOoZhkvaa4enIEQ1C8i0Kq4GGZYyd_EuUHsUb6JaaJh9CAajUiyEUwNGgYVakdI3eR2luqgPC1AsIlY8ljBOwEtVEdSuSFDPG3FYPqTL90/w640-h630/Don%20Ducote.webp" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p><i><br /></i></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-69529424903139915022024-03-18T01:01:00.001-07:002024-03-18T10:34:34.036-07:00Alternatives To Valium - Alastair McKay - # 10 Hank Williams<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Jg2oR91_r5I" width="320" youtube-src-id="Jg2oR91_r5I"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>Alastair goes dungaree shopping with Tilde Swinton in Aberdeen while she's playing a part in John Byrne's <i>Tutti Frutti</i>. And gets a highly illuminating interview out of the process.</p><p>Swinton is very self-consciously an artist. Everything she says is an exploration and an attempt to discuss the journey of her life and its expression through her work. This offers plenty of scope for her to be dismissed as a self-absorbed luvvie by those that won't take this kind of behaviour seriously. But he does allow her to speak. And her ideas and art are always interesting. Ince their chat is done she gets herself some nice dungarees. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOsPz9nZhxD3xxMOkOsu_o5juV4bOYNsC1vO1P-YUvkixLcPnkAgfFcNpXD1sAJezdKkrDr3agFhnduIWdKgkZ3OYBH7tEO3OYBFg4QLOhcjyC_YCQ0wF-0Jja2bZtfh4t7OHlIG8Yjyvd2VVfvNxYwtqqmPdi0lraHaS09lpRAp0GmzKANna4wVQaWEJ3/s500/Alternatives.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="333" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOsPz9nZhxD3xxMOkOsu_o5juV4bOYNsC1vO1P-YUvkixLcPnkAgfFcNpXD1sAJezdKkrDr3agFhnduIWdKgkZ3OYBH7tEO3OYBFg4QLOhcjyC_YCQ0wF-0Jja2bZtfh4t7OHlIG8Yjyvd2VVfvNxYwtqqmPdi0lraHaS09lpRAp0GmzKANna4wVQaWEJ3/w426-h640/Alternatives.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-60728193841762410732024-03-18T01:01:00.000-07:002024-03-18T01:01:08.790-07:00Steely Dan - Their Thirty Greatest Songs # 6 Deacon Blues<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6O4cvfaAsUM" width="320" youtube-src-id="6O4cvfaAsUM"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>'Encapsulates all that Steelt Dan excelled at, spotless and gorgeous playing rich in the rimance of Jazz, and a lyric narrate by a character that is, sad to say something of a loser.'</i></div><br /><p></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-58650437225793974442024-03-18T01:00:00.003-07:002024-03-18T01:00:56.093-07:00Mojo Collection - The Ultimate Music Companion # 560 Rakim - The 18th Letter<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/qWPmRSYq-f8" width="320" youtube-src-id="qWPmRSYq-f8"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHNfy05mxVq7av9XXO36wzAqfDTmHDnH54_CrsapAXzSCbf_DRmjjIvKapqcVkxVzIinqbJEzMLzqVwqbwg9jbu1WCqNKwST9CvK7oCNQGGppW0Gpe7TzA5coNVrEp9J2RS_I9VjhqP66fh7zpMsVAcqQ3XqWqNFPR6xutdYXktoh-r-Oqpufc_nwnglhz/s475/Mojo%204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="307" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHNfy05mxVq7av9XXO36wzAqfDTmHDnH54_CrsapAXzSCbf_DRmjjIvKapqcVkxVzIinqbJEzMLzqVwqbwg9jbu1WCqNKwST9CvK7oCNQGGppW0Gpe7TzA5coNVrEp9J2RS_I9VjhqP66fh7zpMsVAcqQ3XqWqNFPR6xutdYXktoh-r-Oqpufc_nwnglhz/w414-h640/Mojo%204.jpg" width="414" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-85339482953061326352024-03-18T01:00:00.002-07:002024-03-18T01:00:43.162-07:00500 Greatest Albums of the 1980s ... Ranked! # 430 Felt - Me And A Monkey on the Moon<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Cc7E9nVCT0c" width="320" youtube-src-id="Cc7E9nVCT0c"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Felt number among the greatest underachievers of the Eighties. Frankly, it was a long list and another book I hope someone will get round to writing. I think it's interesting subject matter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Felt were the masters of self mythology, again in a decade when any number of bands mythologised the fact that they were under apreciated and their chart positions didn't match up to what they saw as their their value.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is Fekt's farewell statement after ten years, ten albums, ten singles. The record came out in 1989 and got as much attention and sold as many records as pretty much all of their albums. That is, not much. It's a sweet, melodic and elgaic record.</div><br /><p></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-59455203110840572522024-03-18T01:00:00.001-07:002024-03-18T01:00:30.447-07:00Best Ever Albums - 2,000 - 1,001 -1,987 Metric - Fantasies<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6F_Y0qNjfhI" width="320" youtube-src-id="6F_Y0qNjfhI"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A slightly faceless record from Toronto band that uprooted and made their way to New York to connect with what was going on in Brooklyn. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NKilU99wasZUqH0zMY7nd1irSTM_ef_i37L3pn-gMdYM6vgC-9i3xPrGy15LcFfaHNlNsKWs5okkk6BKT8eLqUzhojEzd2yEkRhINweYTQdakUPddZFdxQu_wVb-OsK5zM5idK2HuIgd2WyWLhyq9R1resScudgRIB_ayuv-aJklshF8jNJyrQUa9tut/s200/Best%20Ever%20Albums.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="99" data-original-width="200" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NKilU99wasZUqH0zMY7nd1irSTM_ef_i37L3pn-gMdYM6vgC-9i3xPrGy15LcFfaHNlNsKWs5okkk6BKT8eLqUzhojEzd2yEkRhINweYTQdakUPddZFdxQu_wVb-OsK5zM5idK2HuIgd2WyWLhyq9R1resScudgRIB_ayuv-aJklshF8jNJyrQUa9tut/w400-h198/Best%20Ever%20Albums.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-67539543824072447822024-03-18T01:00:00.000-07:002024-03-18T01:00:12.869-07:00Song(s) of the Day # 3,681 Alison Cotton<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/qCEILvZQ8YY" width="320" youtube-src-id="qCEILvZQ8YY"></iframe></div><p></p><p>You don't always wake every morning hungry to embrace Pop Tunes, Sometimes you're in the mood for something slightly more sombre to greet the sun as it it rises in the heavens outside your windows.</p><p>If that's your wish, I'd direct you towards Alison Cotton's latest album <i>Englechen. </i>It's one SOMBRE record, let's put it that way. Portentious is another adjective which comes to mind. One to take you back to the late Thirties perhaps. If that's where you wish to go. Forty minutes to reflect. Before war and calamity break out. On all sides. Perfect for times when all the world is talking about more wars breaking out and plenty are well underway.</p><p>Essentially a chamber piece with bonus Greek Chorus. The kind of record embraced by the likes of <i>The Quietus</i>, Stewart Lee and misery guts of your acquaintance.</p><p> I quite enjoyed it myself. But then I'm prone to wrinkling my brow, stroking my chin and thinking profound thoughts myself of a morning. This makes excellent company for this kind of behaviour. Embrace your inner intellectual. </p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-50845896905083932872024-03-17T03:12:00.000-07:002024-03-18T18:31:01.856-07:00Alternatives To Valium - Alastair McKay - # 9 Iggy Pop<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-fWw7FE9tTo" width="320" youtube-src-id="-fWw7FE9tTo"></iframe></div><p></p><p> <i> 'The guy who puts Dostoevsky in Louie Louie...'</i></p><p>I ran a bath just now. When it was drawn I got in and read most of the chapter devoted to Iggy Pop within this while thinking about whether I wanted to go to church or not. Towards the end of the chapter the woman downstairs started shouting at the man downstairs. Not wishing to eavesdrop I got out of the bath and finished the chapter at my desk. I had already decided I would go to church. The alternative seemed to be to go a bar.</p><p>Alasitair McKay is an excellent writer. His writing appears to have no structure but I suspect it has lots. This is the most difficult kind of journalistic writing. The best thing about him is his generosity. He gives his subjects a lot of space and tries to represent their ideas as truly as he can. And through their ideas them. In this second section of the book he only writes about himself as a chanel.</p><p>If you have to read seventeen pages about Iggy Pop you could do worse than read these. Iggy and the state of his soul doesn't seem to have changed much since he was seventeen. That's greatly to his credit. He was alreay grown up by the time he was seventeen. He's still struggling just as much as he ever was with how to engage with society. The most difficult thing of all. He's devoid of self pity. The definition of bravery. The definition of an artist. He also does jokes.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRbOXAFNHik8Ul1xKe675e-lun6Tw-F9GRfc7vUEZUyj8C9ORzsRC0E5SfffvLNmPm_WZM-aGnGaPsn7N0htFc08oImx7qkKyxgbINd3-rOoeTcjbLvoKKa9vKbhNuTMHtmDN1GrqNzI21EB-jAMBT3KLX2u9M3C2kGOB4h7wyySruN4rcK-iRp1JELdD/s2560/Kate%20Bush%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1810" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRbOXAFNHik8Ul1xKe675e-lun6Tw-F9GRfc7vUEZUyj8C9ORzsRC0E5SfffvLNmPm_WZM-aGnGaPsn7N0htFc08oImx7qkKyxgbINd3-rOoeTcjbLvoKKa9vKbhNuTMHtmDN1GrqNzI21EB-jAMBT3KLX2u9M3C2kGOB4h7wyySruN4rcK-iRp1JELdD/w452-h640/Kate%20Bush%202.jpg" width="452" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-56658575702572721752024-03-17T02:17:00.000-07:002024-03-17T02:17:34.565-07:00Steely Dan - Their Thirty Greatest Songs # 7 Aja<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/CYZwVf07tHA" width="320" youtube-src-id="CYZwVf07tHA"></iframe></div><p></p><p>I saw that this rundown's # 7 was eight minutes long. So I tipped out the eemainder of my cup of tea down the sinkand brewed myself a fresh cup. Carried it back to my desk so I could appreciate it in full at my desk with the volume pitched high and my headphones on. </p><p>'<i>Their impeccably produced Jazz Rock zenith,' </i>according to Mojo. It's certainly impeccably produced. Possibly a precednt for <i>The Nightfly, </i>It;s wistful. I always like a bit of wistful. <i>'Music to luxuriate in over the long distance.' </i>Sometimes it's better to lift someone else's words if they choose them better than you coudl. Not my favourite Steely Dan. I prefer their tunes. This reminds me of the kind of Jazz I get a bit impatient with. Because it doesn't seem to go anywhere. But it's very well done.</p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-91672682339824124722024-03-17T01:57:00.001-07:002024-03-17T01:57:22.278-07:00Best Ever Albums - 2,000 - 1,001 -1,988 Michael Jackson - HIStory - Past, Present & Future Book 1<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Zi_XLOBDo_Y" width="320" youtube-src-id="Zi_XLOBDo_Y"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>I wouldn't mind listening to a couple of Michael Jackson tunes this morning. <i>Off The Wall</i> and <i>Billie Jean </i>come to mind. But I couldn't bear to have to endure the whole descent. Into trauma, abuse and navel gazing, So on secon thoughts I didn't go there. Looking down the tracklisting now I'm glad I didn't.<i> Off The Wall </i>isn't on it.. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6mDcManI-J0pXR5E6-BAwaGwaNBbbzVacOcYk9oBvwHfKoC_PQ2ckPuO4zuKGMvDQtH7qsXYQ6qlWxnXLFPVNMJYA4s05q8KiUNyrcwbRavYMO0w74-Y_QwV_cXbwyAqUxwxyrhYeQoTA0gRaEwbr_KNhUq9rR_qUca4seLP4diI8Qd9PsuAGOul8FSIO/s200/Best%20Ever%20Albums.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="99" data-original-width="200" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6mDcManI-J0pXR5E6-BAwaGwaNBbbzVacOcYk9oBvwHfKoC_PQ2ckPuO4zuKGMvDQtH7qsXYQ6qlWxnXLFPVNMJYA4s05q8KiUNyrcwbRavYMO0w74-Y_QwV_cXbwyAqUxwxyrhYeQoTA0gRaEwbr_KNhUq9rR_qUca4seLP4diI8Qd9PsuAGOul8FSIO/w400-h198/Best%20Ever%20Albums.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-88663892631801084822024-03-17T01:57:00.000-07:002024-03-17T14:54:34.883-07:00500 Greatest Albums of the 1980s ... Ranked! # 431 The Damned - Strawberries<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ahkATzKtJk0" width="320" youtube-src-id="ahkATzKtJk0"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>I seem to remember I almost bought this at the time. I think I read a good review and was coming alive to the fact that I was a late developer and perhaps needed to make up for lost time..</p><p>Listening to it now I'm glad I didn't, even though it's got its moments. The Damned never made their minds up exactly what kind of band they wanted to be. A Punk, One, a Psychedelic One, a Goth One a Metal One. Or none of these things. They ended up none of them most of the time and often an unearthly mess. Best sampled on singles or stand out album tracks.I'd say The Stranglers are a more reliable option.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7lWhpZD4l4WZnhn70XSca87cMTikstrre0CoqBpmmHQRbQZmf8CmcJLG8SyVn0sQWnGykQsagZ8s09BEVLUHzvAPCTBcVdcDEGcyeGaNb7dbZxBGUc3p4wLtbyzaKap1kEgs515YzqywgHB1AAjzVxAjrBe7hSzVRtRmfuRoMzyQUhbByD5MWel_Jo9Wm/s2560/Kate%20Bush%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1810" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7lWhpZD4l4WZnhn70XSca87cMTikstrre0CoqBpmmHQRbQZmf8CmcJLG8SyVn0sQWnGykQsagZ8s09BEVLUHzvAPCTBcVdcDEGcyeGaNb7dbZxBGUc3p4wLtbyzaKap1kEgs515YzqywgHB1AAjzVxAjrBe7hSzVRtRmfuRoMzyQUhbByD5MWel_Jo9Wm/w452-h640/Kate%20Bush%202.jpg" width="452" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-22027012008605249702024-03-17T01:56:00.001-07:002024-03-17T01:56:50.054-07:00Mojo Collection - The Ultimate Music Companion # 559 Alabama 3 - Exile On Coldharbor Lane<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZbSxVNJqqP4" width="320" youtube-src-id="ZbSxVNJqqP4"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS6g57lPVHgM54tCv5AiRdUZv0Qm_tZScYRjnzutD7z3hAE4eo3Y3kdSpAOG9fTezDJDTb7xA7AHAImei7ysbaZBMb2YomFJk4DW-j-6eLqTl_s7RJ7JJB3Q0J_NPtQd2hyAXfT7Xuvvvw-eOE_8cHn2rUdA1pUHk1-1tOV7m3lViI4FT0tpf4jsiOHrMB/s475/Mojo%204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="307" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS6g57lPVHgM54tCv5AiRdUZv0Qm_tZScYRjnzutD7z3hAE4eo3Y3kdSpAOG9fTezDJDTb7xA7AHAImei7ysbaZBMb2YomFJk4DW-j-6eLqTl_s7RJ7JJB3Q0J_NPtQd2hyAXfT7Xuvvvw-eOE_8cHn2rUdA1pUHk1-1tOV7m3lViI4FT0tpf4jsiOHrMB/w414-h640/Mojo%204.jpg" width="414" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-33707507408543942832024-03-17T01:56:00.000-07:002024-03-17T15:02:49.457-07:00Song(s) of the Day # 3,680 Oldfield Youth Club<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/frgMFK01ha8" width="320" youtube-src-id="frgMFK01ha8"></iframe></div><p></p><p>I do love bands that start their albums with anthems about themselves. Intended to be sung on football terraces. I also love albums with self written reviews on stickers attached to record sleeves. Written by people like you or record company pluggers, also a bit like you, that wish to draw you into their universes. Hoping to change you. Forever. Or at least until next Thursday. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/QeBFTNdArC8" width="320" youtube-src-id="QeBFTNdArC8"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>A couple of weeks back I was browsing through the racks. In the <i>Beatbox Record Shop</i> which lies directly across the road from my flat in Central Newcastle. A record took my fancy. Largely because of the feverish, faintly rabid review of it on the sticker attache to its sleeve.. <i>The Hanworth Are Coming, </i>the debut album by Oldworth Youth Club. <p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/W8rRGoBgXHw" width="320" youtube-src-id="W8rRGoBgXHw"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>The Go Betweens. Vic Godard's Subway Sect were mentioned as fellow travellers. I didn't really need to read the rest. I knew I'd enjoy the record without bothering to do so. I was their natural constituent.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/OTo5c31k4Is" width="320" youtube-src-id="OTo5c31k4Is"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Now I'm listening to the record on a Friday morning in my parents house in Canterbury and writing about it for you. It's a very English record despite its nods to McLennan, Forster, Morrison and Vickers. Particularly Forster at his most arch I'd say. But the record itself is more English than Australian. It has that essentially English sense of underachievement to it.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3qZZQSAeMAs" width="320" youtube-src-id="3qZZQSAeMAs"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>For this is a record which comes out aiming itself first and foremost at people who stiill haven't quite recovered from the first time they heard <i>Another Girl, Another Planet</i>. Critics and the type of people who attend Indie gigs in the damp upstairs rooms of small pubs. An album which clearly has no intention of scaling the upper reaches of national charts. That would be undignified. Being Number One in its own head in its own chart will clearly always be more than enough.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZbWtrCafpgE" width="320" youtube-src-id="ZbWtrCafpgE"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Oldfield Youth Club I imagine would be more than happy if Marc Riley played their songs a few times on his evening shows. If he invited them in to record a session they would probably have kittens. What more could they want? Luke Haines turning up unexpectantly at one of their gigs possibly. Nodding appreciatively in his shades at the lip of the stage in his shades.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Ckx8szBM68o" width="320" youtube-src-id="Ckx8szBM68o"></iframe></div><p>Oldfield Youth Club are the kind of people you know have record collections and bookshelves like yours. Lined with Kinks albums and well thumbed Penguin Classics. Made by people who would be wonderful company to drain a couple of pints with at a downtown microbrewery surrounded by people like you. Sometimes this is enough. Oh btw I love the record. For its organ sound. For its backing vocals. And the way it speaks to the likes of me about my life and tastes. Lifestyle choices.</p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-76308263116503353012024-03-16T01:03:00.000-07:002024-03-16T01:03:10.790-07:00Songs About People # 1,382 Shane Warne<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoe_aIOWQNsigb65WrNOYt3XeGtqjY8wZgFgpwSgSiuxSW3I3m5kqN8rRemf5np5JmViGWtZmgEE8NFCe_1lMwn7mbUaJS1rFzp-ht3l70Zy-APG73z8fd99m-eERde1Yb1aQqweRipFB96qFXB8iZc_XatS4iCc3bIWrgdaTwcPMmfX5tCu9Oo09lOzYo/s1800/Shane%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoe_aIOWQNsigb65WrNOYt3XeGtqjY8wZgFgpwSgSiuxSW3I3m5kqN8rRemf5np5JmViGWtZmgEE8NFCe_1lMwn7mbUaJS1rFzp-ht3l70Zy-APG73z8fd99m-eERde1Yb1aQqweRipFB96qFXB8iZc_XatS4iCc3bIWrgdaTwcPMmfX5tCu9Oo09lOzYo/w640-h640/Shane%203.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Back to Lord Esme. I'll just repeat myself. The best song about a recently departed spin legend you'll hear this year.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/MAMWd9IIMWk" width="320" youtube-src-id="MAMWd9IIMWk"></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-26439845813935124872024-03-16T01:02:00.002-07:002024-03-16T05:07:39.835-07:00Alternatives To Valium - Alastair McKay - # 8 Nirvana<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/hTWKbfoikeg" width="320" youtube-src-id="hTWKbfoikeg"></iframe></div><p></p><p>A short but wonderful chapter where Alastair meets and interviews Cobain and Novolesic while Nirvana are playing support to Tad in Newcastle shortly before Nirvana break big and have such an impact so immediately. A number of things become clear. What a great writer McKay is to get this all down. How smart both Cobain and Novolesic are. How Kurt is in genuine pain. Of course we now know it will kill him. That his talent and his sensitivity and pain are always going to.</p><p>How genuinely revolutionary <i>Smells Like Teen Spirit </i>is. How it will change everything and nothing like all the best music. How genuinely sad the Kurt story is. How he is still missed. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkQJ7Iy_hAyBcawR64dcJoRC_o6hC7vJIQWs-VXox06dnxzd1RpGL4UOahctlM0YFkqFjs6O_Oms25N7ojyIROuBJI1YsFgRgAM4aVPlTiiPMD8FKhdEUxHwhXuA12gqtO2YiC6rs7loFl-94Y9ALa3lCmjff4TBS1hsF78dTvox4qbZ8aSQSkwMqyoL_t/s500/Alternatives.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="333" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkQJ7Iy_hAyBcawR64dcJoRC_o6hC7vJIQWs-VXox06dnxzd1RpGL4UOahctlM0YFkqFjs6O_Oms25N7ojyIROuBJI1YsFgRgAM4aVPlTiiPMD8FKhdEUxHwhXuA12gqtO2YiC6rs7loFl-94Y9ALa3lCmjff4TBS1hsF78dTvox4qbZ8aSQSkwMqyoL_t/w426-h640/Alternatives.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-18759549650729692302024-03-16T01:02:00.001-07:002024-03-16T21:09:47.311-07:00500 Greatest Albums of the 1980s ... Ranked! # 432 Van Halen - Women & Children First<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/yLu4GbCUMRI" width="320" youtube-src-id="yLu4GbCUMRI"></iframe></div><p></p><p>I have my blindspots. Irrational prejudices and sticking points. Heavy Metal for starters. What is commonly called Heavy Metal.I like Led Zep, Deep Purple and Black Sabbath as well as the next man. Would anyone really wish to make a case that any of these are Heavy Metal, Thin Lizzy certainly.Quo occasionally. All have their moments and memories. </p><p>Not so for me, Dio, AC/DC. Tygers of Pantang, Iron Maiden, Saxon, Def Leppard. Sorry but no thanks. And you can add Van Halen for that matter. Or certainly not what I've heard or seen of those guys. They just look the kind of jocks who would have made the walk down those locker lined corridors you always see in High School movies seem like a true rites of passage exercise each and every time. Running the gauntlet. And what for. So a bunch of weak and cowardly people can bond? Sorry Van Halen fans.</p><p>I always found those scenes in those films where the sensitive guys got picked on quite chilling frankly. For the likes of me who always felt they might run the risk of being bullied and possibly pummelled if they caught the wrong guys eye at the wrong moment. I'm not prepared to let it go quite yet. I'm not willing to forgive and forget the O'Bannions. I've met them in the workplace since.</p><p>Perhaps I'm holding a grudge too stubbornly but I grew up during an era where you chose your sides instinctively at fifteen. Plus I listened to this record yesterday. Or as much as I could stomach. Never liked the look of David Lee Roth and still don't really. And never liked the sound of Eddie Van's guitar. No matter how highly he's rated. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTmhUC3O-SWkodv-Yi-6qBv6kCDoM53aIXieLzIo_cRCmT8U1pSXyBFu2WQ0OnuGFPl7cKcDCRxTk1BSNfQuAQldFLhfMru6WFW3GlG51xn24cXYRFIDVT2G8ILIR44SOG7DUkDLdDCCyzxKrDffJDBX6_v0YaL4F0zoFfR5EwfCKrfH6QSrha3gR0zrGN/s2560/Kate%20Bush%202.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1810" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTmhUC3O-SWkodv-Yi-6qBv6kCDoM53aIXieLzIo_cRCmT8U1pSXyBFu2WQ0OnuGFPl7cKcDCRxTk1BSNfQuAQldFLhfMru6WFW3GlG51xn24cXYRFIDVT2G8ILIR44SOG7DUkDLdDCCyzxKrDffJDBX6_v0YaL4F0zoFfR5EwfCKrfH6QSrha3gR0zrGN/w452-h640/Kate%20Bush%202.jpg" width="452" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-59961662407782092362024-03-16T01:02:00.000-07:002024-03-16T05:51:24.701-07:00Steely Dan - Their Thirty Greatest Songs # 8 My Old School<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rFnwczuvb74" width="320" youtube-src-id="rFnwczuvb74"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tune. We all maintain<i> a thing</i> about our old school.<i> Fagen and Becker first met at Bard College, a bohemian school in upstate New York. In 1968 the local fuzz busted dormitories of long-haired students for marijuana possession, including F&B.'</i></div><br /><p></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-75073307214355554142024-03-16T01:01:00.001-07:002024-03-16T01:01:38.253-07:00Mojo Collection - The Ultimate Music Companion # 558 Bob Dylan - Time Out Of Mind<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/2RRwChxacgQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="2RRwChxacgQ"></iframe></div><p></p><p>I still generally listen to new Dylan music. And usually rate it. Remarkably for an artist of his venerable age he's not quite done even now I'd say. He generally has and what's more deserves the respect accorded back in the day for Old Testament prophets who appear suddenly from the desert with something new to say after years away.</p><p><i>Time Out Of Mind</i> is one of the more highly rated albums he's put out since his sixties and seventies heyday. It still takes some endurance levels for a non obsessive devotee like me to listen to start to finish. I didn't make itjust now I confess. I listened to a few tracks, felt <i>'It's alright I s'ppose.'</i>. Wishing I were listening to <i>Blonde on Blonde</i>, <i>Desire</i> or <i>Blood On The Tracks </i>for the most part though. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxgodxeJB3QLxObidBfrP6q_82ozSAVw0wmuO31BqbIWroBoXswHjdkHojQ24dVDnZ2WuUsi81YiAo-8B7pMIqT9P_qU-pKjqfhadxc23b6cRZBwKJTYgyPUME7TAPo1hbvcsmZrnWMmd3R0eE-x2NmwXiCo7wkSO4lcYh_1ikaOMCyb1zawBwHN5lGJo/s475/Mojo%204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="307" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDxgodxeJB3QLxObidBfrP6q_82ozSAVw0wmuO31BqbIWroBoXswHjdkHojQ24dVDnZ2WuUsi81YiAo-8B7pMIqT9P_qU-pKjqfhadxc23b6cRZBwKJTYgyPUME7TAPo1hbvcsmZrnWMmd3R0eE-x2NmwXiCo7wkSO4lcYh_1ikaOMCyb1zawBwHN5lGJo/w414-h640/Mojo%204.jpg" width="414" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-45953783052159302382024-03-16T01:01:00.000-07:002024-03-16T22:01:16.244-07:00Best Ever Albums - 2,000 - 1,001 -1,989 ABBA - The Album<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/geooJv-Usus" width="320" youtube-src-id="geooJv-Usus"></iframe></div><p></p><p>I was raised in a household with very few records. When ABBA invaded Europe from 1973 onwards with their musical equivalent of <i>Total Football</i> my parents responded by buying most of their albums. Starting I suspect with this one. They were played on repeat in our house for years on our primitive Fidelity sound system. If I hear some songs they can still make me cry.</p><p>So they were my formative musical education in many ways. You could have many worse. This is a wonderful, wonderful record. Tell me otherwise. They ruled the charts for years and with good reason.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgFY4X2I3Kt5eGkt0ExONpsANhQFp1geAP7XljtCN5A1Z1ExB6m8WChxCgs8oPOoKZcz-fXMzd9b7tsArPxrrzMdnVu2_6sbtKH0KLO8lRVWeudWqFZw8E-NYW6HulPaVHfHHk-RWBGrppV8lDzD7J_NfrCom-EEFQxzospVh34w8Dpi80EW-naZiZTkS/s200/Best%20Ever%20Albums.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="99" data-original-width="200" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgFY4X2I3Kt5eGkt0ExONpsANhQFp1geAP7XljtCN5A1Z1ExB6m8WChxCgs8oPOoKZcz-fXMzd9b7tsArPxrrzMdnVu2_6sbtKH0KLO8lRVWeudWqFZw8E-NYW6HulPaVHfHHk-RWBGrppV8lDzD7J_NfrCom-EEFQxzospVh34w8Dpi80EW-naZiZTkS/w400-h198/Best%20Ever%20Albums.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959206471981618100.post-26121560473579607052024-03-16T01:00:00.000-07:002024-03-16T20:41:36.338-07:00Song(s) of the Day # 3,679 Lord Esme<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/e-PKNp3HVQg" width="320" youtube-src-id="e-PKNp3HVQg"></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>Welcome to the World of Fragile Indie. Where gamine girls with wondrous, flowing hair and wardrobes full of floral dresses, dance to Felt tunes with blokes who dream most nights of being in the Byrds bashing a tambourine like Gene Clark and singing heavenly harmonies. That's if their haircuts are anything to go by. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NlEId5_H9Cs" width="320" youtube-src-id="NlEId5_H9Cs"></iframe></div><p>A world where everybody is polite all the time and people let you through to the front at gigs when the band starts to play. One where every Fourteen Iced Bears release makes the Top Thirty and gets played all day on Daytime Radio.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-yUjcOHjReY" width="320" youtube-src-id="-yUjcOHjReY"></iframe></div><p>WAKE UP INDIE LOSERS! YOU'RE DREAMING YOU BLOODLESS WASTRELS! But never mind. You might like this. It's Lord Esme, Sydney, Australia's latest Indie sensation. Their debut album, the thrillingly entitled, <i>A Nice Sit Down</i> is just out and it's Indiepop Heaven in a glass! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NyTYkAbDG9U" width="320" youtube-src-id="NyTYkAbDG9U"></iframe></div><p>The sleeve has a hearty looking lady with wavy hair and wearing a lovely frock. She surveys her pint and regards the viewer at one and the same time, with studied indifference through psychedelic shades. Promising. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/UyyV_G2jvB0" width="320" youtube-src-id="UyyV_G2jvB0"></iframe></div><p>The record itself? It's ripper peeps ! Setting off with <i>Shane Warne</i>. The best song about a recently departed spin legend you'll hear this year and proceeding winningly from there. Lord Esme is all about having a gentle good time with your besties and never showing more urgency than is absolutely necessary.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Zmeuh2iWCHU" width="320" youtube-src-id="Zmeuh2iWCHU"></iframe></div><p>Male and female players harmonise winningly and a wonderful time is had by one and all. Melbourne clearly doesn't have a complete monopoly on alternative guitar fun.</p>Brush Boxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840912030881325623noreply@blogger.com0