All The Pretty Horses…


This Is Everything PROD Was Set Up Against
September 27, 2006, 4:35 pm
Filed under: Listening

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Lunaland – The Quest Continues
September 21, 2006, 5:42 pm
Filed under: Living

In fact, if anyone CAN find me a proper pic of a lunaland / moon dome / whatever, they could win… erm..
I dunno, a namecheck or something



Whatever Became Of The Lunar Land?
September 20, 2006, 5:23 pm
Filed under: Living

i’m really quite sad about this. When I was a kid, definitely my favourite thing of all was the lunaland / lunardome / moonland. A large – or so it seemed – inflatable dome, with a plastic roof over a large bouncy-castle style inflatable bed. Much bigger, much more enclosed and weird, generally much more impressive than a bloody bouncy castle, I remember whenever the fair arrived – at Branksome Rec or once a year at the HUGE Kings Park fair – my first concern was whether or not the lunaland (if that’s what it was called) was present.

You’d climb in through the ‘escape hatch’ and join a horde of other kids bouncing like tartrazine-fuelled berzerkers, colliding elbows with heads, heads with knees or – oh! sweet bliss – slipping down the side where you’d get stuck between the bouncy bed and the plastic dome and convince yourself you were slipping into the sucky maw of a space monster. I’m honestly struggling to think of ANYTHING that made me happier when I was about 8 or 9.

And now? I’m struggling to find anyone who remembers them, and I’m failing totally in my attempts to source a photo. I’ve tried every combination of ‘lunar’, ‘land’, ‘dome’, ‘moon’, fairground and the like, and the best I can find are pale imitations – basically bland old bouncy castles with some sort of flimsy cover. No sense of scale or sci-fi or danger.

This makes me very sad indeed.



Bless The Snodster
September 20, 2006, 11:12 am
Filed under: Compadres

Nordy bastard, PROD-cohort, professional bigot and all-round motherfucker The Snodster sent me this for my birthday:

You can learn more about The Snodster here.



Now In Belly-O-Rama
September 18, 2006, 4:55 pm
Filed under: Compadres, Dancing

Hot on the heels of the below post, those rockin’ Actionettes have cropped up on youtube.

Go Girls!!

sadly, it appears to have been shot by a ketaddled belly fetishist, but that just makes it more edgy, innit?



Shake Some Action(ette)…
September 13, 2006, 1:00 pm
Filed under: Compadres, Dancing

I’ve been more than a bit remiss in not giving props (or whatever the early 1960s equivalent would have been down at the Groovy Tomato Club) to the fabulous Actionettes
I’ve been ‘aware of their work’ for a few years, firstly from just seeing them around, then by becoming friends with one of their number, the lovely Kitschenette (above right). In fact, they’ve done their thing (sixties formation go-go dancing, I guess) at one People’s Republic Of Disco night and I’ve played at various events they’ve been at. But recently, Ailsa joined (as Marmosette, above left) so I’m even more obliged to big them up!

 

Anyway, they’re bloody marvellous and I should have plugged the club they had last week – a Bad Girls Special (pics here). I won’t be so remiss about the next one – it’s a Monster Mash! Horror Special, at Bethnal Green’s retro-paradise The Pleasure Unit, on November 11th. Always a lot of fun..



Where It’s At #3
September 10, 2006, 4:27 pm
Filed under: Where It's At

now the festival season has drawn to a close, I can start nesting again and spend sometime under roof rather than canvas.. And I can start playing music, reading books and watching movies again.

Reading:
Craig Werner: A Change Is Gonna Come: Music, Race and the Soul of America
a brilliant book thus far, a history of black music from gospel to the present day, pretty much, which shows quite wonderfully Werner (to quote a very pompous review) “has mastered the extremely difficult art of writing about music as both an aesthetic and social force that conveys, implies, symbolizes, and represents ideas as well as emotions, but without reducing its complexities and ambiguities to merely didactic categories.” I.E., he has a great way of tying in the music with the social and cultural forces that give rise to it. So far it’s covered gospel, the birth of Motown and the career of Sam Cooke – the shift from religious to secular, then. It’s got the kind of scope and erudition Greil Marcus has, but it a MUCH easier read (and has yet to mention the Mekons). Anyway, great stuff. Oh, and Werner has a blog too, but I haven’t had a chance to read it yet so it might be arse.

Watching:
Soul Deep (BBC)

brilliant, brilliant six-part Beeb series I watched at the time but have just loaded using the wonders of bittorrent. It’s all good, although it rather rushes the last 30 years. But if it cost that to have such excellent coverage of the sixties, then so be it. Best episode for me is the one on Stax, which as well as covering the likes of Redding and the obvious Stax / Atlantic artists, gives some time to James Carr, who fucked up really badly but still recorded the definitive Dark End of The Street, which tends to leave me in bits. Great footage, and a great show. Still no sign of a proper DVD release, which is fucking dumb in my opinion.

Oh, and the Family Guy. I assumed all those people claiming Family Guy was better than the Simpsons were just trying too hard. They weren’t.

Listening:
Judee Sill – Heartfood / Judee Sill.
As woebot pointed out, it can be a little sickly but there’s so much heartbreak and sense of a hard life lived, it wins you over in the end. And anyway, once you’ve got some Laura Nyro, it gets easier to appreciate this stuff..

Dory Previn – all of it.
Another singer/songwriter type people have been rediscovering. Can’t remember where I first heard Lady With The Braid, but it’s come up a lot in the meantime. This song alone justifies the rest of her sad and curious career – totally unique, it’s one side of a conversation between a desperately lonely woman and the man she’s seducing. She’s nervous, her small talk is awkward, painfully so, and then she blurts out

“would you care to stay till sunrise, it’s completely your decision
It’s just the night cuts through me like a knife
would you care to stay a while and save my life?
would you care to stay a while and save my life?”

And there’s not a dry eye in the house. When you know the back story, it hurts all the more.

Youngblood Brass Band – Word On The Streets
As mentioned in the Electric Picnic write-up below, Youngblood Brass Band are a fantastic live act but it works on record too. An updating of the New Orleans brass band / second line tradition with pretty effective hip-hop leanings – staccato percussion, b-boy basslines from a souzaphone (surely the only instrument you wear?), conscious rhymes from the MC / drummer. But pulled off with enough style to avoid being gimmicky – these guys clearly love both their Nawleans jazz and their beats..

My Morning Jacket: Okonokos
Had a place in my heart for these Louisville hairfarmers for ages – they’ve managed to freshen up a kind of southern rock / Neil Young thing without losing the warmth of that sound. Somehow managed to avoid them every time they’ve played London, but this new live album does the job nicely. It’s a monster 21 tracks but covers all their best tunes – it’s the mental version of One Big Holiday that does it for me.

Mahalia Jackson / Swan Silvertones / 5 Blind Boys Of Alabama
bits n pieces of all these acts and more.
I remember one marvellous Sunday sunrise on the beach in Metaponto last year, playing reggae on the Unsound rig as the sun came up over the sea to a crowd of nicely munted people. As the sun finally cleared the water, it seemed inspired to play Oh Happy Day by The Edwin Hawkins Singers, 5 minutes of sheer joy. A few people got it – arms swaying, yelling along with the chorus, all that. And yet some fools came up and started harassing me about playing “some religious shit” and ruining “their buzz”. Since before that I’d been playing The Congos, Big Youth, Yabby You and Johnny Osbourne, I was tempted to kick sand in their ignorant faces. I settled for pretending I couldn’t hear them.

Can you see them now
Canyou see them now
Can you see the sisters swinging

Let’s go back to church
Let’s go back to church
So damn long since we sung the song
Let’sgo back to church
Let’s go back to church
Let’s go back to church
Anyday now, anyway anyhow
Let’s go back to church