Thursday, 27 February 2025
Rol Hirst
Saturday, 22 February 2025
Pookah
I was in need of a pick me up this week; despite my recuperation generally going well - I certainly have more good days than bad days - I must admit I was feeling pretty low mid-week. Wednesday was one of those days when just planning something as normal as taking a shower or even making a sandwich took a massive amount of planning in my (fuzzy) head.
However, help was at hand. A DVD copy of a classic James Stewart picture from 1950 had recently dropped on the doormat: Harvey is the tale of gentle soul Elwood P. Dowd and his (imaginary?) 6'-3½" rabbit. Elwood regularly takes Harvey to his local bar, Charlie's, and introduces him to all and sundry. His sister however is not so keen on her brother's 'pookah' and is trying to get Elwood committed into the local sanitarium. To say hilarity ensues would be far too glib. The script is way too tight to be construed as a mere farce - Harvey was originally a stage play and indeed Stewart came over to London's West End to reprise his role as Dowd in both the 1970 and 1975 sell out runs.
The film pulls you in from the get go - yes, It's got comedy, yes, it's got pathos but it's also sprinkled with magic dust. (Stewart was often quoted saying it was one of his favourite roles.) 100 minutes later my spirits were well and truly lifted - with my personal wellbeing meter shooting up from a lowly 6/10 to a solid 8; it was then time to dive in the shower and rustle up some nosebag out of the fridge. This film should be made available on the NHS.
Harvey - Trailer (1950)
Wednesday, 19 February 2025
Alyson Mac
Monday, 17 February 2025
Khayem
Saturday, 15 February 2025
Charity Chic
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CC pictured with Adrianne Lenker |
Our latest #BC25 delegate to submit to having lighted matchsticks stuck under his fingernails is Glaswegian blogger, Charity Chic (again, not his real name: the world of blogging is awash with nom de plumes). CC, as he's known in the trade, spends his days sitting on buses, rifling through the CD racks in charity shops and drinking pints of heavy (of course I may be generalising).
Thursday, 13 February 2025
Ernie Goggins
Tuesday, 11 February 2025
Cee
Sunday, 9 February 2025
The Swede
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TS: currently shaking his groove thang to Tsunami |
As I mentioned yesterday, as part of our upcoming #BlogCon25 meet up in Bristol (following previous successes in Edinburgh, York & Newcastle), I thought it'd be nice to quickly profile this year's runners and riders.
Many of our attendees are very private people, often flying so far under the radar/living off grid it's a wonder I ever stumbled upon them in the first place. I shall, therefore, keep any intros to a bare minimum and hope that in the quick fire Q&As I did with them I haven't betrayed any confidences. And, for the record, yes I have signed NDAs with all of them.
First up, my good friend The Swede. TS has had a presence in the blogosphere since 2008 and is seen by many as the Father of the House. As well as being at the inaugural BC back in 2022, he's also come up the country (or is that across?) to meet-up in my manor - the fair city of Nottingham. So without further ado...
Saturday, 8 February 2025
Jachtschepen
A couple of things to mention today: doing the rounds on the blogs in the last few days and I see there's been a lot of talk of (and love coming in for) Boz Scaggs. Something of a cornerstone on this blog in particular, Scaggs is a name that appears on one of my precious few bucket lists: artists I need/want to see live before it's too late.
Two of Scaggs' biggest hits (on both sides of the Atlantic) Lido Shuffle and Lowdown are both from his 1976 yacht* rock classic long player Silk Degrees. Obviously back in the mid 70s no-one was aware that forty years later the YR tag would be affixed to an album that went 5x platinum in the States and silver in the UK. And both aforementioned bangers Scaggs co-wrote with his then keyboard player, David Paich. Paich would soon jump ship (yacht?) and form Toto (a quintessential YR outfit): he went on to pen Hold the Line, Africa and Rosanna - three bigger YR tunes you'd struggle to find.
But enough of Toto. Take a look at this beautifully deft version of Lowdown - unfortunately the YouTube algorithms are not allowing me to embed it.
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Today is the Number One Son's birthday. James is 35. Fuck me, where does the time go? (Answers on a postcard); which means it must be nine years since I wrote this - my memories of the momentous event that took place on 8th February 1990 - and Boz Scaggs' cameo appearance. James and his girlfriend are currently in Madrid, so I won't see him till next week. Happy Birthday, James! x
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As my recovery continues apace the BlogCon committee are tentatively planning our latest sortie. It's looking like #BlogCon25 will convene in Bristol in early June. I'm in the throws of writing some mini profiles of BC25 attendees. This will take the form of a none too strenuous Q&A c/w a Swedey McSwedeface (a.k.a. a mug shot). If you fancy joining our merry little band please feel free to get in touch via the comments section below.
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*Susie Dent Corner - as you know I love the derivation of words. Did you know that the word yacht comes from the Dutch word jacht meaning hunt? And jachtschepen was the name for narrow, light and very fast sailing boats that the Dutchmen deployed to itercept larger and slower fleet. Everyday's a school day. Just don't google Urban Dictionary for their take on the word. You're going to aren't you?
Saturday, 1 February 2025
Don't mention the war
I've said it before but it bears repeating, without the support and encouragement of Dave Collins (a.k.a. Mondo) there would be no 'Are We There Yet?' (formerly 'Even Monkeys Fall Out of Trees'). Back in 2010 his passion for all things rock and roll - and of course the blogging 'scene' - pushed me into getting a lot of the ephemeral nonsense that had been cluttering my head onto the printed (you know what I mean) page. In particular his love of both glam rock and comic books was enough to persuade me to write about some of my own passions and obsessions. And back then blogging seemed like the perfect outlet.*
Mondo has become a good friend over the intervening years - both in the digital world and in the real world too having met up numerous times. And so when he points me in the direction of a 'good read' I always pay attention. When I said above about Mondo's love of both glam and comics then the one band that sits firmly astride both these categories, in true Venn diagram style, is KISS. Only a few weeks before I went in to hospital our Power Trio WhatApp group (Brother Mondo, Brother Steve and myself) were debating all things KISS. Yes they're silly, yes they're totally overblown and no you can't take them seriously, but... they do get under your skin. For what it's worth I think they've written six (seven at a push) good songs, but that's not the point. For instance, I was still the happiest man in the world when a couple of years ago in the States I was playing pinball on a KISS machine in a bar in Albuquerque! Life doesn't get much better than that.
Anyway, the tome Mondo had pointed me in the direction of was (Kiss frontman) Paul Stanley's A Life Exposed. And what a terrific read it is. I was gripped from the start. Some fascinating insights into what it was like to growing up in New York in the 50s and 60s and being constantly picked on and bullied by his peers (Stanley was born without a right ear and therefore 50% deaf); then forming his first musical friendships with other like minded coves not just in his Queens neighbourhood but from other boroughs of the city too - not least a cocky bass player by the name of Chaim Witz (soon to be Gene Simmons). I'm nearly half way thru and am now reading something which back in 2014 when it was written would have been noteworthy for sure, but fast forward ten years, and with the far right literally on the march, it's a subject that couldn't be more on point: in the book we learn that the KISS logo (as jointly designed by Stanley and guitarist Ace Freeley) is outlawed in Germany by Section 86a of the German Strafgesetzbuch (their Criminal Code); the font being alarmingly similar to the insignia of the Nazi SS.
Stanley has always denied such symbolism (he and Simmons are both Jewish) but as with all logos (not least those that resemble Swastikas), you've got to tread very carefully. That said, take a look at the 'S' in Stanley on the book jacket. Anyway, bottom line, the band have always had a different logo for their German released albums and their touring backdrops - see below how the S's have been flattened out. A wise move.
Another wise move, on my part anyway, was reaching the end of today's Nazi themed (loosely) blog post without once mentioning Elon Musk. D'oh! Oh, alright then, he's a cunt. And a prize cunt at that.
Until next time.
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