MELONEY LEMON: SWEET AND SOUR.
Sunday, 11 May 2008
Saturday, 10 May 2008
Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds. Hammersmith 08
The man is 50 and living in Hove. Not Brighton I hasten to add. And yet he could still cut the mustard.
Never really saw him being Nosferatu in the Birthday Party. I think that was when I was a jazzer - or else pretending to like Dvorjak. I don't suppose he ever envisaged giving out party bags at a six year old's soft play session but I gather this is now this iconic rockers life. Incredible then, that he can still summon the spirit. I have much admiration for a person who can adapt/ divert some of his energies to the universal mundane . Sanctify, perhaps.
Anyway. The words were good. The music was good. And the words matched the music.
How great to be doing a job you enjoy. Am I too old for this? Never say that. The perpetrator is older. 'An old rock and roller with a three wheeled stroller.'
Not yet ridiculous like Jagger. Wise way beyond indie teenagers hairstyles. And possibly in his prime. Hey we were lucky to be there.
A is 49 next week. This was his birthday treat.
Friday, 2 May 2008
The Exploding Plastic Inevitable
Forget the Anarchist's Cookbook. This one's straight from the freezer.
One day. One of those not quite multi tasking days, when the shopping had been wrongly compartmentalised and the toothpaste was in the oven etc.... a disappointed child removed a solid bottle of pop from the icebox: "Oh yuck it's all frozen".
"Leave it to thaw then" says the daft parent. (A level in Science - but not in Common Sense.)
So there we were on Sunday sitting round the table. Unusually all at the same time and all managing to hold our knives and forks properly and not leave our broccoli stalks. Even a semblance of communication going on. When.......
POWWW!
-Icy shards shocked the air in slow motion. A hail of citrus fallout crashed around us. We sat deafened. Snipers, Al Quaida, British Gas, the neighbours?
In the white silence that followed, the kids moved first. Racing gleefully to the plastic bottle's wrecked fuselage - they crammed their faces with lemony lolly shrapnel shot to the furthest reaches of the room.
- Only a dimension away from blood, blindness, A+E and the Southwark Social Services of a parallel universe.
Tuesday, 12 February 2008
James Brown and Pavarotti
I've had a gap in my musical education since 1968.
It was this.....
....and if I didn't have a thirteen year old son who recently
discovered Soul and it's Godfather. And if Youtube hadn't been
invented, then I would still be living in ignorance.
Go to the bit where JB and P sing together. Ignore the purple
cast to the footage - and the fact that Pavarotti has what looks
like Creme de menthe sick on his collar.
Listen and be amazed...never mind about the delusional lyrics.
Does any one know of any other unholy but brilliant vocal alliance?
(OK - I've seen the one of Roger Daltrey singing Wheels on the Bus
with a bunch of under fives.)
It was this.....
....and if I didn't have a thirteen year old son who recently
discovered Soul and it's Godfather. And if Youtube hadn't been
invented, then I would still be living in ignorance.
Go to the bit where JB and P sing together. Ignore the purple
cast to the footage - and the fact that Pavarotti has what looks
like Creme de menthe sick on his collar.
Listen and be amazed...never mind about the delusional lyrics.
Does any one know of any other unholy but brilliant vocal alliance?
(OK - I've seen the one of Roger Daltrey singing Wheels on the Bus
with a bunch of under fives.)
Tuesday, 5 February 2008
Not Dr Who
Oopsa - I seem to written a scene from 'Torchwood'.
Click on the red handbag in the sidebar for the story so far.....
Click on the red handbag in the sidebar for the story so far.....
Sunday, 27 January 2008
Ouch - It Burns........
Pete Burns .... Mr Burns (excellent, excellent.)
Rabbie Burns... Whatever.....
This time I didn't liquidise haggis, neeps and tatties and
funnel it down the kids throats. In fact the night itself
went unmarked.
After all, they're a quarter German. And within that whirling
genetic soup float certain similarities.
For instance potatoes, alcohol and dubious meat products
stuffed into some poor unwitting mammal's mucous membrane.
All at once? Surely not but possibly, yes.
The Scots would claim desperation, starvation - an infertile soil
and an inclement climate.
The Germans would look sideways in a folkish way that spoke of
goblins, forests, houses made of sweets and old, old hags that
ate anything, especially children.
The Scots have Kilts. The Germans have Lederhosen.
Scots have Burns. Germans, Rilke.
Scots have a sense of humour (If you ignore the bagpipes and golf.)
Germans have good physicists ( If you ignore the hairstyles.)
Scots, Haggis.
Germans, Wurst.
What is the common denominator?
It's pizza.
Rabbie Burns... Whatever.....
This time I didn't liquidise haggis, neeps and tatties and
funnel it down the kids throats. In fact the night itself
went unmarked.
After all, they're a quarter German. And within that whirling
genetic soup float certain similarities.
For instance potatoes, alcohol and dubious meat products
stuffed into some poor unwitting mammal's mucous membrane.
All at once? Surely not but possibly, yes.
The Scots would claim desperation, starvation - an infertile soil
and an inclement climate.
The Germans would look sideways in a folkish way that spoke of
goblins, forests, houses made of sweets and old, old hags that
ate anything, especially children.
The Scots have Kilts. The Germans have Lederhosen.
Scots have Burns. Germans, Rilke.
Scots have a sense of humour (If you ignore the bagpipes and golf.)
Germans have good physicists ( If you ignore the hairstyles.)
Scots, Haggis.
Germans, Wurst.
What is the common denominator?
It's pizza.
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