Two more shows for you to place wrap your side-head flaps of aural-catcher flesh around. One day I will catch up to the present day. And then I will probably self-destruct.
Courtesy of this lovely Soundcloud player you can listen to these shows again for a limited period (probably about the length of time it will take for Newcastle United’s owners to stop laughing). Sadly due to copyright and such blah the show cannot be made available as a downloadable file.
Two more shows for you as I continue my attempt to catch up to present day parity.
Show 155 saw the chocolate-throated thespian Pete Gallagher take time out of his schedule with the touring production of Oklahoma! – at that time playing at the Bradford Alhambra – to come and lark about with me in the studio for a bit. Pete and I have known each other since he brought life to a bloody great red robot called Tommy whilst I pretended to be a pretentious Nick Broomfieldesque documentary maker, and he’s quite one of the loveliest and funniest people I have the pleasure of knowing and I’d very much like to lick him all over; made out of chocolate or not. Quite why he’s prepared to associate with a miserable shit like me is really anyone’s guess.
You can view Pete’s metallic appearance (and my wooden one, before anyone else does that joke) here:
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Anyway, courtesy of this lovely Soundcloud player you can listen to these shows again for a limited period (probably about the length of time it would take to collect enough earwax to make a bust of Ronnie Corbett’s head). Sadly due to copyright and such blah the show cannot be made available as a downloadable file.
Courtesy of this lovely Soundcloud player you can listen to these shows again for a limited period (probably about the length of time it will take for an Australian cricket fan to smile again, hahahahaha). Sadly due to copyright and such blah the show cannot be made available as a downloadable file.
Oh, alright, I give in. Months have passed by with me trying to write something interesting whilst also catching up on playlists. We’re now into 2011 and I’m still giving you lists from October. I’ve had enough of being miles behind, so I’m going to bite the bullet and just shove up the show lists and start afresh once up to date. So here’s two more. Continue reading →
The featured track for this show is the first single from the new album by Liverpool’s surgically-masked noiseniks Clinic.
Now on their 6th album, this track demonstrates a rarer toe tip into a rather lovely lilting dreamy sound for which the band are not often noted. Thankfully, the full thrust of the album, entitled Bubblegum, doesn’t entirely dismiss the minor key guitar howls and Philips Philicorda keyboard wibbles. They say if it ain’t broke don’t fix it. It’s nice to tinker though, eh. Ruddy marvellous.
Courtesy of this lovely Soundcloud player you can listen to this show again for a limited period (probably about the length of time it would take for a hedgehog to consume an entire wheelbarrow of slugs). Sadly due to copyright and such blah the show cannot be made available as a downloadable file.
Hmmm, I keep saying that I am trying to catch up on playlists, but “catching up” surely requires me to provide more of these blogs than I’m recording shows. I am currently on a ratio of just about 1:1, which really won’t do if I am going to get up to date.
This week’s featured record from the show is Edwyn Collins‘ return single Losing Sleep, which was released in September and comes from the album of the same title. It would have been difficult to be overly-critical of any record at this stage by Collins – arguably best known for his work in the marvellous Orange Juice and the mid-90s hit A Girl Like You – coming as it does after a long illness. In February 2005 Collins was interviewed on BBC 6Music and complained of feeling a little unwell. Within a couple of days he was admitted to ITU at the Royal Free Hospital in Hampstead, That Fancy London, with a major cerebral hemorrhage. A second hemorrhage followed soon after. The illness left him with a weakness on the right side of his brain and a devastating problem with his speech, which has resulted in a prolonged period of neurological rehabilitation. Recent radio appearances have revealed that Collins’ speech is still not yet 100%, but thankfully the ability to write great pop songs is still in evidence. Any track from Edwyn Collins after this time would have been a triumph. That the record is a triumph purely in musical terms is all the more remarkable.
Courtesy of this lovely Soundcloud player you can listen to this show again for a limited period (probably about the length of time it would take to fill an entire 2 litre bottle with spit, were you to do one flob into it every day). Sadly due to copyright and such blah the show cannot be made available as a downloadable file. Continue reading →
…The catch-up continues, and seen as this particular show was the Leeds Festival review, which has been covered in some extensive detail here, here and here I dare say we can rush this one through fairly quickly without much guilt.
Courtesy of this lovely Soundcloud player you can listen to this show again for a limited period (probably about the length of time it would take to fashion a bust of the head of Skeletor out of mashed up walnut cake). Sadly due to copyright and such blah the show cannot be made available as a downloadable file.
Gah, the desperate will to catch up on my life seems to not be sufficient to actually bridge the gap into the present. Indeed we’re still dealing with shows from August, rather terrifyingly.
So, as suggested last time we’ll have some quick blah about a featured track and then on with the playlist.
This week I have plumped for a bit of folk in the shape of Men-An-Tol’s Black Waterside which comes from the album Through The Quoit. I can’t claim to be anything even remotely approaching a Men-An-Tol afficiando, but I certainly know how to snaffle a free record or two when offered, so when lovely Albert Freeman offered up some unknown delights from the Static Caravan label – home of the likes of Tunng – you could bet your bottoms that I did my best to ensure that the aforementioned wares would find a permanent home in my living room.
And they did – taking a brief outing back to BCB for an appearance on Selection Box 147. Sadly, I cannot find a video online to link to the track, but you can listen to a lovely snippet here or alternatively just listen to the track along with the rest of the show in question…
Courtesy of this lovely Soundcloud player you can listen to this show again for a limited period (probably about the length of time it would take to turn a knee entirely to dust if you rubbed it non-stop with a carpet tile). Sadly due to copyright and such blah the show cannot be made available as a downloadable file. Continue reading →
If time is a concept then in recent months my grasp and understanding of it appears to have faltered significantly because I don’t seem to be in possession of sufficient to do the things I need / want to do. This has left me ludicrously behind on updating you on Selection Box playlists.
I don’t like to just pop on and bang up a list, though. It’s a bit impersonal and I prefer to give you a bit of bread for the aural soup as it were. But how to do this with the necessity for haste?
Well, thunked I, how’s about a paragraph or two on one of the tracks played on the show as a sort of “featured record spot? There’s a question mark there but it was rhetorical, as I’m going to do it anyway. Continue reading →
I’m starting to think that the Leeds Festival site is centred around some sort of wormhole in the space / time continuum, as the best part of two months seems to have dropped away from my life and I have barely noticed them. As a result it appears that I have found myself quite spectacularly behind when it comes to show updates and playlists, so I’ll endeavour to bridge the gap and bring these READMYBLOG posts up to date.
However, I don’t really think we should go any further before we mark the sad passing of Solomon Burke, who gone done went and karked it on a plane earlier this month whilst traveling to a series of gigs in Holland.
James Brown liked to refer to himself as The Godfather of Soul, but not only was Brown something of an over-rated fat face, he also operated on something of a misnomer. Brown’s huhs and hahs and the seeming continual need to repeat his name every four seconds in case we forgot it was more funk than soul, whereas Solomon Burke’s was a voice which tore at the heart as well as moved the feet. I make the comparison only because Burke’s early influences from church gospel mixed with rhythm & blues made him one of the true early godfathers of the Soul genre, though Burke himself liked to call himself The Godfather of Rock & Soul. Continue reading →