It Starts With a Birthstone...
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Monday, March 9, 2026
1979 Top 40 - # 10 Electric Light Orchestra
Song(s) of the Day # 4,334 The Delines
'Did I tell you my dad had a heart attack .... my mama took the money and put his ashes in the garbage can...'
I'm finding I'm reading less but it doesn't really matter as I'm listening to more music as it provides the same service is your discernible. Take The Delines new album The Set Up. It's the great American Novel in potted form; Carver, Steinbeck, Scott Fitzgerald laid out before you like a tablecloth at the breakfast table. Whisky & Rye. The struggle, the strife.
There are so many lines and moments that stop you in your tracks. The pain and the purity. A fine record to start the week. We may not get to see as much if the world as we'd like to. But records like this make us feel as if we have,
Sunday, March 8, 2026
1979 Top 40 - # 11 Kate Bush - On Stage EP
Best Ever Albums - 2,000 - 1,001 - 1,434 The Mountain Goats - The Sunset Tree
500 Greatest Albums of the 2000's # 288 The Hives - Your New Favourite Band
250 Albums- An Arbitrary Rumble Through My Record Collection # 47 John Lennon - Shaved Fish
I didn't really know who John Lennon was when he was shot in 1980. Paul McCartney was The Beatles I thought. I was a late developer. I've pieced things together over the next 45 years . Now I listen to Shaved Fish and I'm struck by the bravery mostly..
These are bold statements. The things people don't like about Lennon, he doesn't like about himself and he's quite upfront but his failings. You think he's overrated. He's john Lennon. It's brutal perhaps. But he's John Lennin. Who are you?
Song(s) of the Day # 4,333 Morrissey
'I want to move away from those who stare at screens all day.'
I come back from church bearing daffodils, What better moment to listen to the new Morrissey album Make Up Is a Lie. So I fix myself a cup of tea. Take a seat at my desk . And off we go.
He's certainly in fine voice the incorrigible old ham. The album has been written off as self pitying , Come on folks this is Morrissey. What were you expecting ? Altruism? It's only the second track and he's off to Paris to the garret of the poet apparently.
He seems to have a bee in his bonnet about his right to spout nonsense and be outraged. About the fire at Notre Dame now which he implies is an inflammation that was not accident. Shock ! Horror! I think he might be implying that it might just be something slightly more sinister.
Is he Still Ill. It seems the jury may still be out ! Where is your punctured bicycle on 'that hillside desolate' prey Stephen Patrick ! Kindly stick to what you know
He's actually in rude form vocally but looking for outrage as ever and his is not a flag that I'd choose to align myself behind anymore. Hand In Glove maybe but not this bunch of old cobblers.. What Morrissey lacks is clearly what he's lacked since 1986. Johnny Marr.
There's an uninspired cover of Roxy's Amazona coming round the bend next . Discerning listeners are referred to the original. This is pallid at best. I skip the guitar histrionics and move on to Headache which promptly gives me one... apart from the line 'with this headache I thee wed!' which makes me laugh. But,. Next !!!
Boulevard takes its time. Morrissey can still pen a good line and knows it. He throws up in an icy bathroom just off said boulevard. Oh please. No, that's no good either !
What Morrissey does, he does better than anyone else. But let's face it he's done it much better than he does it here. 'We have the stars!' Mozza wails. You're welcome to them pal ! We want The Smiths !!!
Four songs left and I'm not flinching. But my hopes aren't high. Kerching, Kerching is negligible stuff about saving the hedgehog. A little boy who only thinks about joy. Oh. It's another vegetarian thing. Is it Meat Is Murder. No I'm afraid it isn't !!!
Lester Bangs. My ears prick up. I love Lester Bangs. But the lyrics aren't up to much. And the tune's a dirge. 'So sad for the universe!' You said it Mozza..
Many Icebergs Below. Morrissey's Down The Ten Bells with his quill. Are we done yet. We must be done. Morrissey is sinking merlots and awaiting Rousseau. This is truly rolling out the barrel so you can scrape it with a runcible spoon !
Make Up Is A Lie brings down the curtain with The Monsters of Pig Alley. It's reasonably poignant. Morrissey has at least saved the best until last. It's the most likeable thing here. Almost elegaic.
But in short this is a pretty dreadful album trading on the man's name and former glories. Morrissey is never a man to be entirely written off. Hard as he tries himself.. He's trying incredibly hard here. I think I should put these daffodils in water.
Saturday, March 7, 2026
The NME - 1986 Year of the Triffids ? # 11 UB 40 Live
'UB40 get a decent live review from Sean O'Hagen who is a journalist of serious heft and authority. 'There's something about UB40 that seys them apart; live in stage before a highly partisan youthfil audience of dreads, baldheads suburban couples , casuals and herbsmen, The warmth and positive feelings that emanate from the group ar enough to melt all cynicism.'
250 Albums- An Arbitrary Rumble Through My Record Collection # 48 Siouxsie & The Banshees - Kaleidoscope
' 'We're looking through your windows.'
I didn't know. We none of us knew what an extraordinary time and place we were born into and experiencing. It only hits me passing the anniversaries and thinking back. Listening to the extraordinary records that came out during those years and letting them carry back like virtual persian carpets travelling in space and time back to those days and times . The past is a foreign country as they say. They do differently there. . .
My family moved down to South West London in Spring of 1975 . We'd come back it Englsnd, to Nottingham three short years earlier, from Rhodesia where I was born. I call it Zimbabwe now because I found I want to leave the conversation whenever I meet someone who refers to use the colonial name.
Nottingham had been idyllic. For me at least. A tree lined primary school pathway lined with trees which I recall in constant blossom. Classes, schoolmates and experiences which I still remember with vivid clarity and rose tinted rhapsodic hue. Roald Dahl, and Glam. Kiddies Parties and first romance. The glow of happy childhood.
This continued in Richmond. The stop at the end of the district line which Virginia Woolf had considered the back of beyond but was actually a forty five minute underground ride from the very centre of London. There were seven of us.
The evening we arrived in London we walked to a restaurant in Richmond High Street and splashed out on a Chinese meal to celebrate the opening of a new chapter on our lives. Effectively now we were as good as Cockneys. Extras in a west End rendition of I'm Getting Married In The Morning, Consider Yourself, or Roll Out The Barrel.
I had a couple of wonderful years of further idyll in Richmond. A walk up Church Road in Richmond. Past the squats and over the ride. Up Mount Ararat and left into Vineyard and the Infant Primary School. The scrum of a playground. Teeming classrooms.
But now I look back and I'm glad I went to Grey Court. Rather than the train ride into London and Latymer Private School in Hammersmith which some of my classmates and their parents opted for. Partly because in the nostalgic glow fifty years on of the soundtrack we experienced between 1977 and 1982. Pop Music had been great in Britain since 1957. But I'm happy with the house I was posted in.
The Happy House. Siouxsie & The Banshees..With The Cure the bands that I feel describes the experience of growing up in Suburban London better than any other. Before or indeed since. The childhood games. The rituals . The fear. Of mental homes and all kinds The guitars..
Most of all The Make Up. The girls in the play ground at Grey Court went for the Sioux approach right across the board from memory. Perhaps they were scared themselves but it didn't come across. It was in itself inspiring and fantastic and still is fifty years on.
In 1979 John McKay and Kenny Morris walked out on the band in the most dramatic circumstances imaginable and put a huge question mark over their long term plausibility. Bur Sioux, Severin and the management team held the line. Drafted in Robert Smith as an immediate replacement and then brought in two major league replacements in Budgie and John McGeoch.
Kaleidoscope is a holding, transitional record. Some things work. Some don't. The best things I'd say are the singles Happy House and Christine which glow with nocturnal luminosity fifty five year later. Two of the greatest statements about madness ever to grace the Top Thirty. The rest takes me back to my teenage state. Not I imagine thinking about what was coming next. The state of grace that is 14.
500 Greatest Albums of the 2000's # 289 St. Vincent - Actor
' It was cold and it rained so I felt like an actor.' David Bowie Five Years
If David Bowie places himself in a tradition it's the Bowie one. Someone who's involved in music because they wish to make an artistic statement above all else. Actor is certainly that, A glacial record that understands the tradition where it wishes to place itself..
1979 Top 40 - # 12 Nick Lowe
Song(s) of the Day # 4,332 Michael Ian Cummings
I was in two minds for today's Song(s) and Album(s) of the day because it's generally the latter these days on It Starts With a Birthstone. Should I share my thoughts on Make Up Is a Lie, The latest chapter in Morrissey's increasingly unhinged and self indulgent musical narrative. He has opinions and he will not be silenced it seems.
That can wait I decided, for another day. Instead I decided Michael Ian Cummings, another suggestion from the ever reliable Darren Jones. An Art Rock album called Godzilla from the ashes of New York band Skaters. that's much to my liking.
There's a certain sadness here. A sense of life and experience receding in the rear view mirror but something exciting appearing round the next bend. Keep your foot pressed on the pedal. This is rather lovely. We're into the day.
Friday, March 6, 2026
1979 Top 40 - # 13 The Commodores
Song(s) of the Day # 4,331 Landowner
Landowner. Hollyoak, Massachusetts' finest. At least I imagine so . I'm not an authority on the Hollyoak, Massachusetts scene. But it would certainly be a town going somewhere if it had a finer band that Landowner., Their current album Assumption is pure joy.
Think Meat Puppets. Or Minutemen. Think the late much mourned Steve Albini. Think any number of smalltown American, nothing to do on a Friday night except hanging round on street corners with the other rootless Punks
Thursday, March 5, 2026
500 Greatest Albums of the 2000's # 231 Bloc Party - A Weekend in the City
Song(s) of the Day # 4,330 deathcrash
deathcrash are a four piece slowcore band from London. Labels such as these seem spurious to me but new album Somersaults reminds me most of all of early Radiohead and the way their early songs could connect through a cultivated sense of disconnect and ennui.
It's a powerful album of skillfully constructed and slightly depressed songs but there's almost a sense that deathcrash are choosing this stance because they enjoy the state and know they are skilled at constructing morose edifices. They certainly are. But 'three years and no heroin'.is a key line. Somersaults is a fine record. but I suspect the next album will be better still.
Wednesday, March 4, 2026
1979 Top 40 - # 15 Secret Affair
Best Ever Albums - 2,000 - 1,001 - 1,438 Interpol - Our Love To Admire
500 Greatest Albums of the 2000's # 232 Adjagas - Adjagas
A Norwegian group named for the state between wakefulness and sleep. This is all very calming. In fact a rather triumphant discovery of a whole new kingdom.
Song(s) of the Day # 4,329 Isabel Pine
'Isabel ringing in my head?' . Well seeing as you ask, in fact it is.. Isabel Pine's new album Fables to be precise. An album of serenity and calm where the music sounds as the album sleeve suggests it might. Like an early morning slalom through pines of a different kind.
Pine is a classically trained violinist and artist frim British Columbia. Fables finds her working on variations of a theme of mindfulness and repose. A fabulous exercise in escape.
Tuesday, March 3, 2026
500 Greatest Albums of the 2000's # 233 The Besnard Lakes - The Besnard Lakes Are The Dark Horse
250 Albums- An Arbitrary Rumble Through My Record Collection # 49 Long Ryders - Native Sons
In my first year at university it was much more common for people to come up to university accommodation with a record player than a television set. We had our heads screwed on in 1985. There was a communal TV set where you could go and catch I Claudius reruns or Citizen Kane if it was showing on one of the terrestrial channels. For the most part you didn't really bother because there was so much else going on.
There was a mature student in our block who had a colour set where you could go and watch a football match. The Home Internationals. The cup Final and such like. But from memory football wasn't a particular priority to us. There were more interesting things. More important things. Like being young,
I got into an important relationship in my second term with a beautiful Chinese Malaysian girl. She had a Singaporean friend with a colour TV in his room on the ground floor on campus. When he was out he'd let us borrow his room .It was the World Cup in Mexico in the Summer term,. The Hand of God, Mundial.
Min and I snuggled down under the duvet and watched games. But we both far more interested in the snuggling than the outcome of the match. People forget. Life makes you forget. When you settle down to the 9 to 5 and start to chip away at your mortgage and the binge watch and the next ninety minutes takes over and somehow stretches out to actually mean more than The Bronte Sisters and Scorsese and Astral Weeks.
What means more than these things. A legalised war on a field of grass? Not to me it doesn't. I can watch a match of football and enjoy it as much as the next person but essentially these days for me mostly it boils down to jumping up and down when your team scores. . .
Back fiert tears again. In my home block one of the girls upstairs had a record player. She lent me her copies of Hoodoo Gurus, Stoneage Romeos and Long Ryders Native Sons. Both debut albums, both slightly retro tecords in different ways but entres. Signposts to all kinds of great music . Nuggets, CBGBs, Australian pioneers from Stoneage Romeos a; Buffalo Springsteen, Byrds and Gram from Native Sons.
I saw Long Ryders in my first year. They were supported by That Petrol Emotion who had come from the ashes of The Undertones and seemed a natural broadening of that palate. Both bands seemed like primer courses. Different modules on a music appreciation degree
The steps to follow; Get out of the venue get a bus into town. Go to a record shop. Find out where they came from . Form a band or write a book. Listening to Native Sons now is easeful bliss.Let the inner cynic in you go and relax. It thinks Punk is a great thing. It thinks C & W is a great thing. It thinks the British Invasion was a great thing. It's forty years old and it's a pretty great thing too. Form that band. Write that book.
1979 Top 40 - # 16 Madness
Song(s) of the Day # 4,328 Buck Meek
Monday, March 2, 2026
Song(s) of the Day # 4,327 Nothing
It's Monday . We steam into Spring, What have I got for you. Well?!? Nothing,.A Philadelphia band. Their fifth album A Short History of Decay. Trust me. Sweet things sometimes come in unprepossessing packages. This is Shoegaze, meets Grunge meets Sufjan Stevens it would seem. And it's frequently lovely in many respects.
This record drifts into the sombre, desolate places that late Beatles, My Bloody Valentine, Smashing Pumpkins and Elliott Smith records do, It's a sensational record and covers a lot of ground.
Sunday, March 1, 2026
Best Ever Albums - 2,000 - 1,001 - 1,440 Herbie Hancock - Maiden Voyage
1986 Singles # 1 The Triffids
This song means a lot to me. It says a lot about life and how to live it if you can. If you dare,. About the desolation that exists within us all potentially The wildness hat beats in our chest and can lead us off the path onto the wildnerness and the darkness if we don't keep an eye on our compass and the stars and the track ahead of you.
It's by the Triffids, a band who walked their own path with a determined and loping tread. Who I discovered on 1985 and aligned myself to in 1985, the ear when they released their great album Born Sandy Devotional and when I saw them. In Northern London (Islington I suspect), towards the end of a glorious summer. As glorious a summer as I've lived,
I was in love and Wide Open Road is the song I associate mostly with the feeling of the love curdling and dying in the ears which followed. My impotence, jealousy and rage. How love and jealousy can burn in your chest and consume you with rage, confusion and anguish. This is what great songs do and in my lifetime songs will never come much finer or have greater meaning to me..
500 Greatest Albums of the 2000's # 235 Tom Waits - Blood Money
Tom Waits is a bit like a London double decker bus in some respects. You wait around for a couple of hours for one and three of them come along at once. And they all look and soud and smell the same. And splutter off gasping and coughing. And you wonder if they'll ever going to get to their destination. This one sounds alright. But I'll get off when I get to my stop . And leave Blood Money to it.
1979 Top 40 - # 18 The Crusaders
I didn't really recognise a really good song. A really good singer. Ot really good musicianship. When I was 13. That's something you need years for. I have them now.
250 Albums- An Arbitrary Rumble Through My Record Collection # 50 Genesis - The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway
Song(s) of the Day # 4,326 Mitski
Everybody they say, wants to be a cat. Certainly Mitski it appears judging by the cover of Nothing's About To Happen To Me her latest album which charmed the socks off me;yesterday afternoon and is soing the same this morniing as I rise on Sunday;
It's her eighth album. Sober reflections on loneliness and delusion, And trying to find your phone.First workd problems and means of escape. Finding spaces of ease and rest on between the noise and disturbance.
This feels like a country cousin to Weyes Blood's recent excursions. Respite from the onslaught from the ceaseless storm in easeful nostalgia.
It does so. Explains the anger and finds resolution and humour . It's another marvellous record in a year where they're popping up like meerkats in the silken desert sand,






































