Sunday Morning Coming Down

Great news this week, as a new series of my favourite radio show began airing.

The Unbelievable Truth is a panel show on BBC Radio 4 Extra, hosted by David Mitchell (not the David Mitchell who wrote Cloud Atlas, the other David Mitchell, the funny one, that I’m definitely not even slightly jealous of, no matter how times he marries Victoria Coren Mitchell), where four funny guests (this week it was Lucy Porter, Holly Walsh, Miles Jupp and Henning Wehn) each have to give a short speech on a set topic which is entirely false, save for five hidden truths, which they must attempt to smuggle past their opponents. Points are scored for each truth which goes unnoticed, whilst points are gained for identifying a truth, or deducted for every lie mistaken for a truth. Generally, contestants end up on a minus figure. Trust me, it’s a lot funnier than I’ve just made that sound.

Whilst many of the previous 32 series pop up every now and then on the BBC Sounds app, if you subscribe to the audible app, they’re pretty much all on there, with only the most recent series saddled with a cost to stream. Seriously, I cannot recommend it enough.

But why am I wanging on about it here, on a Sunday, when I’m supposed to be treating you all to a lovely Country record? Well, whilst listening to one of the older shows recently, Country music was one of the topics, and amongst them a couple of brilliantly-named, they-could-only-be a-Country-record Country record, and I was reminded that this was a theme I briefly featured on these very pages when such titles as How Can I Miss You When You Won’t Go Away? and You’re The Reason Our Kids Are Ugly were mentioned. And so I figured I’d dig out a few more to have the dust blown off them.

Which leads me to The Stonemans (also known as The Stoneman Family), and here’s what no less a source than the Bluegrass Music Hall of Fame website has to say about them:

“The Academy of Country Music once reported that the Stoneman Family was the longest-running continuous act in country music history. Indeed, the group’s story began in 1924 when a Galax, Virginia, carpenter named Ernest V. “Pop” Stoneman journeyed to New York City in hopes of getting his music on records. Nearly a century later—Pop’s daughters Donna and Roni were still recording and releasing music.

The story of the Stoneman Family spans two generations. Ernest was born in 1893 and began his recording career at age thirty-one. For a time, he earned enough from personal appearances and record royalties to make a living from music. That ceased with the onset of the Great Depression. Even millwork, which employed a significant segment of Stoneman’s community, was hard to come by. With a large family that was still growing—he and wife Hattie had twenty-three children, thirteen of whom survived to adulthood—the Stonemans relocated to Washington, D.C., where Ernest hoped to ply his trade as a carpenter. The headline of a 1938 article about the Stonemans that appeared in the Evening Star newspaper told of their plight: “Mountain Family’s Hunger Puts Blues in Merry Music.”

The onset of World War II created numerous manufacturing and production jobs and Ernest found steady work at the U.S. Naval Gun Factory in Washington. Even though times had been hard, making music persisted.

Enter the second generation. In June 1948, Pop Stoneman and a group comprised of various children appeared in a talent search that was held at Constitution Hall in Washington, D.C. The event was sponsored by area promoter Connie B. Gay. As winners in the search, the Sensational Stoneman Family, as they were billed, were granted twenty-seven weeks of performances at Constitution Hall, radio airtime, and appearances on the Gay Time television program.

It was several more years before the bluegrass sound of the Stonemans came to the forefront. In the meantime, Ernest busied himself with a group he called Pop Stoneman and His Little Pebbles. The best piece of luck to come Pop Stoneman’s way occurred in 1956. He appeared on a television quiz program hosted by future newscaster Mike Wallace called The Big Surprise. After several weeks, he went home with a grand prize of $10,000 (about $100,000 in 2021 dollars). Although it didn’t pay nearly as much, Pop and the Little Pebbles won the band competition at the Galax Fiddlers’ Convention in 1956.

In the mid-1950s, Scotty, Donna, and Jimmy Stoneman, guitarist Jimmy Case and banjoist Porter Church formed a group that came to be known as the Blue Grass Champs. The band had a big year in 1956 that included a winning performance of “Salty Dog Blues” on the Arthur Godfrey Talent Search program. Later that summer the group competed at the National Country Music Championship contest in Warrenton, Virginia, taking first place in the band category; Scotty took first place on fiddle. They also began a long-running engagement at the Famous, a nightclub in downtown Washington, D.C., and in 1958 had a television program on WTTG, also in D.C.

After being away from recording studios for nearly twenty-five years, Pop, Hattie, and Van contributed to a 1957 Folkways album, Old-Time Tunes of the South. Roni’s first solo recording, “Lonesome Road Blues,” appeared on the Mike Seeger anthology American Banjo Tunes & Songs in Scruggs Style, the first time that a woman played Scruggs-style banjo on record. Donna likewise charted new territory as the first woman to play bluegrass mandolin on a recording; it was a 1957 release by the Blue Grass Champs on the Bakersfield label. Scotty Stoneman stayed busy adding his fiddle to recordings by Buzz Busby, Red Allen and Frank Wakefield, Earl Taylor, and Jim Eanes, among others.

By 1962 the Blue Grass Champs had been rechristened the Stoneman Family. They recorded two albums for Starday and made a guest appearance on the Grand Ole Opry. That same year Donna Stoneman added her mandolin playing to seven tracks on the Rose Maddox Sings Bluegrass album. An extensive series of photos from this period shows a colorful group completely at home in the settings of country music parks. At the forefront was the fiery fiddle of Scotty Stoneman, who often appeared drenched in sweat from his performances. Equally commanding was the solid banjo work of Roni Stoneman on banjo and perky Donna Stoneman’s mandolin, the latter known as much for her lively dance steps as she was for her instrumental prowess. Bill Monroe was reported to have related that, in an audience popularity competition among mandolin players, Donna would win!

In 1964 the Stoneman Family headed west to California for two years. There, they found work at the Ash Grove, the Troubadour, the Monterey Folk Festival, and Disneyland. They also inked a deal with MGM which ultimately netted four albums: Those Singin’, Swingin’, Stompin’, Sensational Stonemans; Stonemans’ Country; It’s All In The Family; and The Great Stonemans. At their producer’s insistence, the material leaned more towards mainstream country than bluegrass. This placed the group in the unenviable situation of being too country for bluegrass and too bluegrass for country. Roni later pleaded with fans to not judge the group by these recordings, stating: “They’re not us.”

At the start of 1966 the group relocated to Nashville. They quickly secured a weekly, half-hour television program that ran for the next three and a half years and a long engagement at downtown’s Black Poodle Night Club. These appearances, in conjunction with their MGM releases, earned them a Vocal Group of the Year award from the Country Music Association in 1967. Pop Stoneman passed away the following year and Patsy Stoneman (who had earlier led a bluegrass band in the D.C. area) stepped in to take his place on autoharp and vocals, honoring his wish that the older songs and styles continue to be remembered and performed.

At the conclusion of the Stonemans’ deal with MGM, they moved to RCA and continued with the same pop/country format. The early 1970s brought major changes to the group with the departure of key members Donna, Roni, and Patsy. Another blow to the family came in 1973 when Scotty (who had left to play with the Kentucky Colonels and Charlie Pride) died from alcohol-related issues. Donna subsequently devoted her energies to religious endeavors. Patsy eventually returned to the group. In 1973 Roni joined the cast of Hee Haw, a variety show with a country music theme, stayed with the program for nineteen years, playing banjo and comedy character Ida Nagger [who sounds hilarious….].

Various incarnations of the Stoneman Family soldiered on through the 1980s and recorded several albums for the CMH label. The family tradition extended into the twenty-first century with recordings by Donna and Roni appearing as recently as 2020.

If you read all of that (I know I didn’t) then you have earned this, from 1970:

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The Stonemans – All The Guys That Turn Me On Turn Me Down

They remind me of The New Main Street Singers from the brilliantly on-the-nose and massively over-looked (in my opinion) comedy movie A Mighty Wind, which I’ve mentioned on these pages before. Brought to you by the same folks as did This Is Spinal Tap, that gives me the opportunity to post a couple of clips from it.

Here’s the trailer:

Here are The Bohners, a married couple at the heart of The New Main Street Singers, relating their back-story, which has echoes of what I copied and pasted above:

And here’s The New Main Street Singers performing at the memorial concert at the heart of the film, with some cut-away scenes and dialogue from The Folksmen (who you will doubtless recognise as being the three main men from Spinal Tap):

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The New Main Street Singers – Never Did No Wanderin’

I think I know how the rest of my Sunday is going to go….

More soon.

Rifftastic, Mate! #30

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So, freed from the shackles of preparing a new Friday Night Music Club mix every week, the question is: what on earth shall I write about?

Looks out of the window for inspiration

I’ve been told by two reputable sources (my mate Richie, and a taxi driver, so perhaps one more reputable than the other) that the road I’ve moved to is renowned for being…how can I phrase this…an area of disrepute, frequented by “ladies of the night”. Other than hearing somebody whistle at a taxi I’d booked late at night (and that’s not great evidence), I’ve seen nothing to support this (and Lord knows ‘ve looked…). Maybe I need to update my idea of what a sex worker looks like these days – do they still wear fishnet stockings (and little else) under fur coats? Do they look like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman? No thanks.

Anyway, other than suspecting that the woman who lives upstairs from me may be running a brothel (I have no real grounds for this, other than she has mostly male visitors at all hours, and they never come in via the front door, always via the fire escape to the rear of the building, hidden behind a gate), I can’t back this up. But I’m notoriously bad at spotting this kind of thing anyway.

Years ago, living in London during a bout of unemployment, and long before my various ailments took a hold, a mate of mine, a plumber, asked me to help him out with a job he had, where he just needed “some muscle”, by which he meant “someone who can help me lift things” rather than “must have a basic understanding of plumbing”. He must have been desperate to ask me, but he did, and I jumped at the chance to spend a couple of days in the company of one of my best mates for a bit of cash-in-hand work (shhhh!).

One day, on a lunch/cigarette break, stood to the front of the building we were working in, a woman approached us.

“Alright gents,” she said, “working here, are you?”

My mate ignored her, I answered: “Yeh, just some plumbing work.”

“And are you looking for business?” she asked me.

“You’d better ask him,” I said, innocently gesticulating towards my mate, and completely misunderstanding the question. “He’s the boss.”

My mate looked up from the cigarette he was studiously rolling. “No thanks, love. We’re alright.”

She wobbled off in her dodgy heels and leopard-print wrap, at which point my mate pointed out who it was we’d just been speaking to.

Me: “Ohhhhh…that kind of business…..”

So, I won’t be posting songs about sex workers here, not least because once I’ve got past Roxanne, Mystery Song and When the Sun Goes Down, I’d be struggling for content.

Luckily, the internet came to my rescue.

Whenever I open my internet browser of choice, I’m confronted by a load of news feeds, algorithms chancing their robotic arm that they’ve found an article I may be interested in. At the moment, these are mostly about how my beloved Spurs are about to be relegated (which they are, I’d just rather not have it confirmed by others, thank you very much) but there, amongst the temptingly clickable link, was one entitled “The 30 greatest guitar riffs of all time”, with a picture of the Ramones underneath it.

This could be interesting, I thought, before noticing that the article had appeared in The Telegraph, a very right-wing newspaper which I would ordinarily avoid like the proverbial plague.

But instead, I thought: “This could be very interesting!”, expecting it to be full of records which categorically did not feature ‘The 30 greatest guitar riffs of all time’, but rather some records which some toff who wrote for the paper had heard of.

Imagine my surprise, then, when the list turned out to be not half bad.

I’m mindful, of course, of the fact that many moons ago I started looking at the 100 best UK #1 singles, as chosen by The Guardian, a series I will be returning to and reinvigorating soon, having stalled on #84 some time ago.

Surely, I can manage 30 posts on the topic of great guitar riffs, right?

But first, here’s their criteria:

We’re going to fall out about this, obviously. But here we go. Let’s just start with the idea that a riff is a short, repeated musical figure that can be melodic or rhythmic. We’ve allowed for a bit of progression – let’s call it prog – or we’re going to have all sorts of trouble getting some great guitarists in here (looking at you, Brian May).

And we’re going to demand that the riff is sort of the main hook of the song. We’ve tried to avoid bass riffs, unless they’ve clearly become the lead riff. And we’ve favoured electric guitar over acoustic guitar, with exceptions. It’s strictly one entry per guitarist in this list, too. Apart from that, it’s a bun fight. This could easily run to a hundred riffs – if your favourite isn’t there, let us know in the comments section.

As far as methodology goes, this was always going to be subjective, but hours and hours have gone into it, from scouring guitar mags to dredging the depths of online forums, polling everyone I know, listening to dedicated playlists, putting things in, taking things out, leaving out lots of my own favourites, accepting that every genre of music and every set of fans has its own hierarchy for this stuff and will know that this list is plain wrong.

There may be also be a slight Anglocentric bias that will wind up Strokes, Fontaines and Aerosmith fans, equally. But above all, guitar riffs ultimately tell a remarkable story of ongoing musical evolution. So here goes…

Oh, to be paid by the word.

Here’s #30:

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Ike & Tina Turner – Nutbush City Limits

And here’s what they had to say about it:

This could just as easily have been in the top 10 but we needed something great to kick us off. I’ve only moved it here because this crunchy, funk stomper is actually two guitars melded together. It’s made more fun by the fact that there’s a mystery about who played them. Rock legend would have it that Marc Bolan, of all people, played the fuzz rhythm and James Lewis, from Ike’s backing band, the wah-wah that wreathes around it like a snake.

I have nothing to add to that, other than embedded in a pop music quiz on a school trip to Norway at the age of 15, I was the only one who knew this song. My mate Tommy, who I shared a tent with on the trip and who was on my team for the quiz (and had no idea of my nerdiness) was delighted by his choice of compadre.

More soon.

Friday Night Music Club Vol 100

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Well, here we are: Friday night and the 100th volume of the Friday Night Music Club.

And suitably, it’s an absolute corker (he says, modestly).

This word of the week this week is: appropriate.

Even more suitably, it’s a little longer than the usual hour long or so mix; this time it’s an appropriate 100 minutes long, kicking off with a tune that the performing band always ends their set with (so I thought I’d promote it to the start), with appearances from some old favourites (of mine), others making their very first visit to The Club, and one song which is so appropriate for inclusion in this series, but which I’ve previously resisted the temptation to include because it was too appropriate (I think…I dunno…maybe it has featured before…I have neither the time nor the inclination to check) and ending with…well…let’s just say something very appropriate indeed.

Some admin: Do you have appropriate footwear on? Are you inappropriately good voice and in the mood for a good old singalong? Do you have some alcohol or whatever your intoxicant of choice is? Good, then let’s get down to it, shall we, party poppers?

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Friday Night Music Club Vol 100

And here, if you can’t resist just pressing play and letting it wash over you, is the track-listing:

  1. The Charlatans – Sproston Green (US Version)
  2. The Smashing Pumpkins – Cherub Rock
  3. Beastie Boys – Fight For Your Right
  4. The Wedding Present – Brassneck [Single Version]
  5. Blur – Popscene
  6. Oasis – Supersonic
  7. Happy Mondays – Loose Fit
  8. The Stone Roses – She Bangs The Drums
  9. The Bluetones – Marblehead Johnson
  10. The Sleepy Jackson – Good Dancers
  11. N.E.R.D. Ft. Lee Harvey And Vita – Lapdance
  12. Mylo – Drop The Pressure
  13. LCD Soundsystem – Daft Punk Is Playing At My House
  14. Stardust – Music Sounds Better With You (Radio Edit)
  15. Bassomatic – Fascinating Rhythm (7″ Mix)
  16. Prince – I Would Die 4 U
  17. Little Boots – Stuck on Repeat (Fake Blood Remix)
  18. Dan Le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip – Thou Shalt Always Kill
  19. Doves – There Goes the Fear
  20. Denim – Middle Of The Road
  21. The Cure – Friday I’m In Love
  22. R.E.M. – We All Go Back To Where We Belong
  23. The Sundays – Here’s Where The Story Ends

And that’s that. Had you been collecting and squirrelling them away, you’d have 128 of these now, at just shy of 137 hours. Why more than 100? All down to me knocking the occasional (unnumbered) one together for special occasions, and also breaking down the first 6 I did, which were waaaaaaay too long, into hour-long bitesize chunks.

When I first started doing these mixes, I never expected to keep going this long. I’ve loved doing them. But everything has to end sometime, and to paraphrase Harriet (ah, Harriet) in the last, appropriate song, this story ends here.

It’s been at the back of my mind for some time now that doing these takes up a lot of my time, and leaves me with very little left to write or rant about anything else here (besides which, as I have nothing to do but drink when I do these, I’m usually proper pissed by the time I’ve finished it), and I do miss that. I haven’t started a series and then got bored with it or ran out of ideas midway through for ages now.

So 100 and out, that’s yer lot.

Mind you, never say never; I’m sure the mixing bug will grab me again. For the time being, when I do get itchy fingers, then I have a sort of plan to go back, re-record and re-post all of the early ones which have skips and jumps in them (remember when all of these came with a disclaimer?).

Other than that, thank you all for those who have sent kind messages about the mixes, they meant a lot to me, really.

The blog will continue, just without a Friday Night Music Club mix.

Or, to put it another way: More soon.

Sunday Morning Coming Down

It’s another anniversary of the recently departed round at Dubious Towers again this morning, April providing the double-whammy of what would have been my Dad’s birthday last Thursday, and what would have been Llŷr’s 49th birthday today.

I had intended to relay another story from our friendship today, but as it’s a Sunday, where I historically post a Country tune, I have popped that tale on the back burner for now, and figured I’d pick a Country song I can link back to Llŷr.

Which is tricky, as I don’t recall him ever really expressing any great love of Country records, even after my Dad sent him some CD burns of Kris Kristofferson albums after they sat up drinking and chatting about records once in the Flat of Filth.

However, after he had been rushed to hospital a third time, on his release he insisted on buying me a gift, to thank me for – his words – “saving my life.” I disliked him describing my actions like that, and told him so, partly because in my view I hadn’t – all I did was dial 999 twice (his younger sister Sian had done that bit the first time it happened) – the paramedics who attended the flat to treat and take him him to hospital, they had done all the life saving stuff – but looking back I guess having him describe it in such terms meant I had to face the possibility of him dying, which I didn’t like to contemplate at the time.

Anyway, that gift was Unearthed, a 5 CD box set of songs mostly lifted from Johnny Cash’s legendary, career rejuvenating, Rick Rubin-produced American Recordings series. Three of the discs are outtakes and alternate versions of songs from the series; one disc is a bunch of gospel songs he learned from his mother, and the final disc is a “best of the rest” of the series.

It’s a beautiful looking collection, a textured box in black, as is appropriate for The Man in Black, especially given that it was released a couple of months after Cash passed away.

And there, tucked away on the third disc, is a cover of a song by an artist Llŷr did love:

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Johnny Cash – Heart of Gold

And, partly for completeness sake, mostly because Llŷr would be annoyed if I didn’t feature it, here’s the original, from the 1972 Harvest album:

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Neil Young – Heart of Gold

Happy Would-Be birthday, dude. Miss you.

More soon.

Friday Night Music Club Vol 99

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Blimey, is it Friday again already?

There almost wasn’t a Friday Night Music Club this week; I had prepared one but when listening to it earlier today, I wasn’t 100% happy with the running order. I’ll correct that after work, I thought, before electing to have a wee snooze on the sofa instead. Were it not for the snooker being on instead of the usual BBC4 Top of the Pops reruns, you wouldn’t be reading this now. What this means is that I’ve not had chance to listen to this version through, so let me know if there’s anything wrong with it, other than the song selection, that is.

Anyway, running order satisfyingly rejigged, this one strikes me as being a bit Radio 2 in places. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing; I described one of the early ones to my brother in a similar vein, and he replied he’d have to start listening to Radio 2 more often, if that were the case, which I took as a compliment at the time.

So feel free to consider this my audition reel for the vacant Breakfast Show slot since they unceremoniously booted out Scott Mills (good, never have liked him). It’s about time they went down the route of employing people who actually like music, as opposed to those who just happen to be already famous. And yes, I’m looking at you, Vernon Kaye. If it wasn’t a big enough insult to Popmaster legend Ken Bruce to refuse to renew his contract, to install Kaye in his stead was rubbing salt into the wound.

But enough of this: here comes another hour of top tunes. There’s a bit of a theme for the first few records, then it levels out to a bunch of over-looked and forgotten gems, and a couple of Rolling Stones covers. I’ll say no more.

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Friday Night Music Club Vol 99

Track-listing:

  1. Kris Kristofferson – Help Me Make It Through the Night
  2. ABBA – S.O.S.
  3. The Police – Message in a Bottle
  4. Embrace – Save Me
  5. Olive – You’re Not Alone
  6. Tears for Fears – Head Over Heels (Remix) (7″ single)
  7. Catatonia – Dead from the Waist Down
  8. World of Twist – She’s a Rainbow
  9. Radiohead – Paranoid Android
  10. Talking Heads – Psycho Killer
  11. The The – The Beat(en) Generation
  12. Tanita Tikaram – Good Tradition
  13. Inspiral Carpets – Dragging Me Down
  14. Kaiser Chiefs – Na Na Na Na Naa
  15. Echo & The Bunnymen – The Game
  16. Manic Street Preachers – Out of Time

And that’s yer lot. Join us next week for the party of all parties as Friday Night Music Club hits it’s 100th edition (if I’ve finished it in time, that is).

More soon.

23rd April

April 23rd means one of two things to most people:

  1. It’s the day that William Shakespeare was born (and, a few years later, died, likely on his birthday piss-up, the lightweight), and
  2. It’s St George’s Day, St George being the patron saint of England (or Eng-er-land as it’s now pronounced)

Fear not, for whilst you may notice a whole load more England flags hoisted on inappropriate roundabouts or lamp posts round your way today, there’ll be no flag-shaggery round these parts.

No, because old Georgie boy is not restricted to being England’s patron saint, oh no; historically Portugal, Bulgaria, Georgia, Ukraine, Malta, Ethiopia, Catalonia, Aragon and Bosnia & Herzegovina have all laid claim to him as their best lad, which I suspect involves a whole lot more forriners than our hard-of-thinking Reform chums would care for. And that’s before we even get to the notion that he was of Greek origin and served in the Roman army.

Of course, George is best known for his slaying of The Dragon. Not a Dragon. The Dragon. Which goes to show how much credence we can give such fables. Only ever one of them, was there?

But round here at Dubious Towers, 23rd April is noted for all of these things, and more. See, it would have been my Dad’s birthday today, so he’s on my mind even more than usual.

Long term readers will know that I owe my love of Country music to my Dad, and I think I’ve mentioned before, probably when he passed, that he started utilising my desire to be hunched over a tape recorder, fingers poised above the Play, Record and Pause buttons, ready to strike whenever Dad’s interest was sufficiently piqued by the announcement of whatever the next song to be played on the radio was as to make him call out “Record this one!” and I’d be off, adding the next track to the C90 cassette (whilst secretly sneaking in the occasional Bucks Fizz or Shakin’ Stevens song on, if I was lucky) which would soundtrack our drive over to visit relatives on a Saturday.

Mostly, these were songs which he didn’t already own, and were therefore being added to the pantheon of his music collection. And occasionally, just occasionally, someone would play a comedy song, and that would find it’s way onto the tape too. Victoria Wood was a guest on some show or other, and we pounced quick enough to get a couple of her songs, long before she was smashing it out the park with Barry & Freda (Let’s Do It).

But there’s one other comedy song which Dad got me to record, one I’ve always remembered (I’m in charge of remembering ‘stuff’ in my family), and which seems apt, if not especially funny today. I imagine a few of you who are…how can I say this…of a certain age may remember this legend of St George and gumball private detective hybrid from 1953 (surely the earliest example of a mash-up…?)

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Stan Freberg – St George and the Dragonet

It’s probably records like this that led me to loving comedy records and acts when I was a kid, before I got properly into pop music. See: The Wurzels and The Barron Knights, anything from that Looney Tunes album I used to feature tracks from on here years ago. Nope, not even slightly embarrassed to announce that.

Anyway: happy birthday Dad. I’ll have a drink for you over the weekend.

More soon.

Friday Night Music Club Vol 98

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Well, hello.

Let’s see if I can remember how this works.

There are 20 songs down below, each one lovingly plucked from my music collection and corsetted together into one just-over-an-hour long playlist for you to enjoy.

There’s a track-listing down below too, but, as usual, I’d advise you try to avoid having a peek. Here’s why I say that: just like me, you’re home on a Friday night. And just like me, I imagine, you miss those days when you used to go out on a Friday. And when you did go out, and you ended up in some joint or another where there’s a dancefloor, and somebody’s tucked away in the corner, playing some records in the hope of getting you up, getting down and getting laid. Sometimes they may even extend that last wish to include you. And once you’ve ventured out into the middle of the crowd, maybe you’ve popped your handbags onto the floor and begun dancing round them, or maybe you’ve stood Dad-dancing on the peripherals, or even been the first one up onto the dancefloor, then you want to stay there for long enough to justify having made the effort. And the DJ wants you to stay there too. They have to earn your trust, just as I hope to have earned yours over the past 97 volumes of this tosh. You trust me, right? Good. Now just pop the name of your first pet and you mother’s maiden name down in the Comments section and I’ll crack on.

I mean: just give it a listen and then check back at the end to work out who the heck’s responsible for that one with the all ribbiting frogs.

Every song on the playlist is, in my opinion, ace. Yes, even that one. And THAT one. Ace, each and every one of ’em.

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Friday Night Music Club Vol 98

Track-listing:

  1. Sharon Jones – I Just Dropped In To See What Condition My Condition Was In
  2. Republica – Ready to Go (US Mix)
  3. Supergrass – Mansize Rooster
  4. The Soup Dragons – I Know Everything
  5. King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard – Cellophane
  6. Elastica – Vaseline
  7. Kenickie – Punka
  8. Echobelly – King of the Kerb
  9. Madison Avenue – Don’t Call Me Baby
  10. Confidence Man – Try Your Luck
  11. Klaxons – Golden Skans
  12. Murry the Hump – Green Green Grass
  13. Stump – Charlton Heston
  14. Neil Diamond – Solitary Man
  15. The Beatles – For No One
  16. Billy Joel – We Didn’t Start The Fire
  17. World Party – Ship of Fools
  18. The Tears – Refugees
  19. Merry Clayton – Gimme Shelter
  20. Blondie – 11:59

And that’s yer lot, til next time.

More soon.

Friday Night Music Club Vol 97

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*Checks title* Yup, got it right this week. *Checks Schedule Time” Yup, 9pm not 9am.

Well, it’s Friday Night and that can only mean one thing – lay-in tomorrow! And one other thing: it’s time for the latest mixed playlist for you to get your lug holes around.

This week brings us a themed playlist, and the theme this week is cover versions, and there are some absolute doozies in here, not least the final track, which I don’t believe has been made available for commercial release. Yet. It’s so good, so absolutely perfect for the act covering it, that it can only be a matter of time…

The plan was to have one artist covering a song, followed by the original artist of that song covering something, followed by the original artist of that song…etc, etc, you get the idea. You’ll see that this is a territory I strayed into a couple of times, but I found that too prescriptive for the whole mix, and meant the inclusion of covers that I don’t actually like, so I nixed that idea. Trust me, you’ll thank me for it.

You’ll have noticed I’ve not named any of the artists in this week’s mix; fear not, the track listing is down below, as usual. But as usual, it’s much more fun if you just give it a listen and check back afterwards to see who you’ve just listened to.

Right, off we go then:

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Friday Night Music Club Vol 97

Track listing:

  1. Richard Hawley – Some Candy Talking
  2. Johnny Cash – Personal Jesus
  3. Cornershop – Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown)
  4. Olli & The Bollywood Orchestra – A Forest
  5. David Dondero – (Is Anybody Going To) San Antone
  6. David Kitt – Teenage Riot
  7. Sonic Youth – Superstar
  8. Elvis Costello & The Attractions – What Do I Do Now?
  9. Blondie – Hanging on the Telephone
  10. Dinosaur Jr. – Just Like Heaven
  11. The Lemonheads – Different Drum
  12. Kirsty MacColl – You Just Haven’t Earned It Yet Baby
  13. Erasure – Take A Chance On Me
  14. Wheatus – A Little Respect
  15. Ben Folds – Get Your Hands Off My Woman
  16. William Shatner – Common People
  17. Pulp – The Day Before You Came

That’s yer lot, til next time (although I will be moving into my new place next week, so I’m super-busy packing, so apologies in advance if there is no new mix next week).

More soon.

Friday Night Music Club Vol 96

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*Checks title* Yup, got it right this week. (With apologies to those who received last Friday’s blog via email who may have been slightly confused by the series mangling title. I was tired and rushing.)

Anyway, hello, welcome back to another edition of Friday Night fun. This weeks’ mix is, frankly, all over the place, But in a good way. I mean, it still sounds great to these ears, but subject and genre-wise, we veer from anti-war vitriol (one of which was briefly used by Trump on the campaign trail, until, presumably, someone pointed out that it’s about rich kids being able to avoid the draft, something Ol’ Bone Spurs would probably be better off not highlighting) to banging dance/pop tunes, and one by Kirsty MacColl (with guitar-for-hire Johnny Marr in tow) which always makes me think of Blondie’s Rapture (which I resisted the temptation to include).

Regulars to this series will know that there are two things I like to do in these playlists: i) chuck in a gear-changer, by which I generally mean stick two songs together which shouldn’t be played next to each other, but somehow work (again, to these ears) when you do, and ii) include something utterly cheesy, the songs most would describe as a ‘guilty pleasure’, a term, as you know, I kick back against.

That said, that handbrake turn this week leads us from the sublime to the ridiculous, and very deeply into the world of cheese, so deep that it may as well be sealed in a casket of camembert, lined with Stilton, and buried under a shallow quicksand grave of hot bubbling mozzarella, marked with signposts which read “Danger! Cheese!”. It’s cheesy, is what I’m trying to say. I’m just warning you, that’s all, in a way I didn’t when I previously included songs by The Nolans and The Dooleys.

The rest of it, however, is not cheesy. The whole thing is ace, he says, humbly. There’s still plenty of indie guitar belters, including one from Stiff Records which should have at least one reader squeal with delight. You know who you are (hello!).

My now regular suggestion: there is a track-listing, however it’s much more fun if you ignore that and just listen to the mix, but check back to establish what certain songs are, or to rub your eyes to check that yes, I have really included that right after that, and then topped it off with THAT.

Trust me. S’all.

Let’s crack on, shall we?

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Friday Night Music Club Vol 96

Track-listing:

  1. Billy Bragg – A Lover Sings
  2. R.E.M. – Begin the Begin
  3. Barry McGuire – Eve of Destruction
  4. Creedence Clearwater Revival – Fortunate Son
  5. Kenny Rogers & The First Edition – Ruby, Don’t Take Your Love To Town
  6. The House Of Love – Destroy the Heart
  7. The Vaccines – Wreckin’ Bar (Ra Ra Ra)
  8. Miley Cyrus – Wreking Ball
  9. Public Image Limited – Rise (Bob Clearmountain Remix)
  10. Tight Fit – Fantasy Island
  11. Wham! – Bad Boys
  12. Rachel Sweet – B-A-B-Y
  13. Love Affair – Everlasting Love
  14. Ce Ce Peniston – Finally
  15. Tim Deluxe (Feat. Sam Obernik) – It Just Won’t Do [Radio Edit]
  16. Madison Avenue – Don’t Call Me Baby
  17. Kirsty MacColl – Walking Down Madison (7″ Mix)
  18. Pixies – Gouge Away

That’s yer lot for this week.

More soon.