Saturday, 29 April 2017
Last week saw the most comprehensive victory in this series and the Dylan series before with Bruce utterly thrashing Lucinda Williams with his song Factory. I think that I was probably the only one out there who cast their vote in favour of Lucinda.
The scores are now therefore The Boss 6 The Rest 2. Springsteen appears to be totally romping it.
Something slightly more up tempo this week and let's face it that wouldn't be difficult.
A second visit to Tunnel of Love sees Bruce's version of All That Heaven Will Allow up against The Mavericks version from their album What a Crying Shame (bought in Polar Bear Records, Kings Heath, Birmingham)
Brucie versus another distinctive voice courtesy of Raul Malo.
There's not really much in it but I think that the Mavs just shade it in terms of energy and passion.
Others, of course may choose to disagree.
Bruce Springsteen - All That Heaven Will Allow
The Mavericks - All That Heaven Will Allow
Friday, 28 April 2017
Today, on what would have been his 88th birthday, we are attending the funeral of Jim who was my mother's partner for the last dozen or so years.
He has a family of his own but we have always considered him part of ours as well to the extent that my nephew who has known him all his life knew him as Grandpa Jim.
When my mum's Parkinsons worsened and she was essentially housebound he would visit every evening and prepare her dinner. He also never missed a day when she was in hospital and subsequently her care home.
A former dairyman (hence the picture) he enjoyed a long and happy retirement .
At various times he kept bees, chickens, quails and pigeons and enjoyed cooking and shopping for food and drink.
He was also a great tennis fan and took great pleasure in the rise of Andy Murray.
He will be sadly missed by us all.
Rest easy Jim
XTC -Love on a Farm Boy's Wages
Roy Harper - When an Old Cricketer Leaves the Crease
Thursday, 27 April 2017
Short on time and inspiration today so something relatively simple.
Yesterday's featuring of Jonathan Rice had me reaching for Acid Tongue the 2008 second solo album by her (former?) other half Jenny Lewis.
This time round the former Rilo Kiley front woman is not joined by The Watson Twins but a number of other artist feature including Elvis Costello, Zooey Deschannel, Chris Robinson from the Black Crowes and perhaps not surprisingly Mr Rice himself who co-produces the album and who co-writes a number of the songs.
Jenny Lewis - The Next Messiah
Jenny Lewis - Acid Tongue
Wednesday, 26 April 2017
That's us half way through the series and today we feature the first and probably the last jazz option.
Ella Fitzgerald and possibly Chet Baker are the nearest I'm ever likely to get to jazz.
Ella can also do the Blues but here she is in a more up tempo mood with Let's Kiss and Make Up
Ella Fitzgerald - Let's Kiss and Make Up
Fact's about Razorlight
- Lead singer Johnny Borrell is a twat of almost Bono-esque proportions
- The only time I ever saw them live at King Tuts they were completely blown away by the support act The Raveonettes
- I have their debut album Up All Night which you frequently see in charity shops
- In the Morning is actually a reasonably good song
I saw Jonathan Rice support Jenny Lewis & the Watson Twins. I suspect he got the gig as he is romantically linked to Ms Lewis . Indeed they frequently play and record together as Jenny and Johnny.
This song is taken from his 2005 debut album Trouble is Real.
It is only now whilst doing my usual extensive research that I remember him mentioning that he spent his childhood alternating between Virginia and Glasgow where he attended school in Bishopbriggs
More assorted nonsense next week
Tuesday, 25 April 2017
Where George waxes lyrical about Portuguese showermats
We recently had a city break, two nights in a post-industrial city about 2 hours drive from our little seaside town. Once the sardine capital of the world (the city not our town). Nice little hotel, central location, near to many bars, cafes and restaurants, including a vegetarian cafe that does a great lunch for 9.50 euros, for which you get a natural fruit juice, soup, main dish and a dessert, vegan options available. There’s also a very good Indian restaurant. Anyway, I was having a shower in the hotel, having a little sing to myself – Nice One, Cyril as you ask (I substitute my name for Cyril) , and no, I wasn’t gazing admiringly at any part of my anatomy at the time– and I thought “this is a great shower mat, better than the ones we have at home”. And it was, nice and rubbery, a good grip on the bath surface, and pleasing to the foot. Yes, such are the things that occupy my mind, after all that schooling, the years spent in Higher Education, the research, the teaching, and I’m thinking how good the shower mat is. Our first one in the town house was a bit plasticky, a bit hard, and also, a bit slippy, so not really fit for purpose. Its replacement grips the bath well, has a slightly abrasive surface, quite comfortable on the feet, not at all slippy, but certainly not as good as the one in our hotel. In the groundfloor shower room in the town house and at the farm, we have what can only be described as poor man’s versions of THM (The Hotel Mat), good surface grip, rubbery, but a bit thin. And having just read that description, I’m sure there’s joke in there.
And of course I got to thinking about shower songs, songs that I sing in the shower and also songs that are about showers, or include the word shower. And yes, for some reason, Nice One Cyril is a regular, as is the theme tune to the old tv series Rupert The Bear. Having typed that, I think my good friend and host of this blog might be contacting a doctor or two at his psychiatric hospital and passing on my name......especially when I add that I substitute my name in both the above songs, it scans nicely if I use a slightly childlike derivation of my first name.
Somewhere in the Music Room I’ve got a 1980s song called Singing In The Shower, it’s on one of the 190 or so Peel Tapes, but I can’t find it. But there is this splendid honky-tonk country song from the 12CD box set Life’s Like Poetry by Lefty Frizzell:
And the title of that song puts me in mind of the rather crude phrase Shit, Shower, Shave, which then reminds me of something I heard at a football match at Vale Park in the late 1980s. This is true. A bloke in front of me turned to who I assume was his mate and said “ey up, after the match, I’m going to go home, have a mixed grill, a good wank, and then go out”.
And finally. On this day in 1944 Michael Volker Kogel was born, in Berlin. He moved to Spain and was in a band called Los Bravos, and this is their most famous song. (It was later criminally covered by La Belle Epoque):
Next week: Why my red ShoeFayre slippers are not as good as my Coronation Street ones.
Monday, 24 April 2017
Oh behave yourselves - you are not, repeat not getting Chesney Hawkes.
No rather the recent posts by Swiss Adam and The Swede celebrating the return of Peter Perrett had me dusting down my meagre Only Ones section (all two of them) for the first time in while.
As Adam highlighted it is obligatory for all blogs to feature one the the greatest songs of all time Another Girl, Another Planet.
I ticked that box a while back so to show that they were no one-trick pony here are a couple more from Peter and his pals.
The Only Ones - The Whole of the Law
The Only Ones - No Peace For the Wicked
Sunday, 23 April 2017
I was listening to 6 Music on Friday night (21st April ) when Iggy Pop came on to do his show with the announcement that it was his 70th birthday. He announced that he shared the date with Robert Smith of The Cure who has just turned 58 and some wifey called Betty Windsor who is now 91. I don't have any of her records.
At one stage you wouldn't have put money on Iggy reaching 50 never mind 70.However, he still appears fighting fit and has maintained his inner child and indeed a great taste in music.
Long may he reign over us.
Iggy Pop -Real Wild Child
The Cure - The Love Cats