‘Music was my
first love and it will be my last ‘, so sang John Miles and really he could
have been singing about me or any other serious muso on this planet. Some
people might give you this as a definition :-
A muso is a person who is obsessed with music.
Their record collection will contain music and artists nobody else has heard
of.
This would not be
entirely accurate but it bears more than a great deal of the real truth in my
case and I have been obsessed by music since about the age of 10 or 11 years
old. I remember listening to my family’s Top Of The Pops compilations,
records by Alf Garnett aka Warren Mitchell singing first and second world war
songs and music hall classics, listening to the charts on Sunday evenings
replayed on a reel to reel tape recorder mostly compared by Jimmy Savile (oh
dear !!!) and also hearing my dear old Granddad singing off-key ditties and
his unique versions from the music hall in his armchair while he rolled his
own cigarettes and we all watched Hawaii 5-O on the television. I remember
buying my first single from Woolworths, it was Mungo Jerry’s ‘Baby Jump’ and
my first proper LP was T.Rex’s ‘Bolan Boogie’. I can recall the thrill of
buying Dr Feelgood’s ‘Down By The Jetty’ and realising it was recorded in
mono not stereo. I even lusted over the sexy female model covers of the early
Roxy Music albums, I can remember watching Johnny Winter somewhere on
whatever channel it was on at the time and then rushing out to buy his first
drugs free comeback effort ‘Still Alive & Well’ and then playing it non-
stop for weeks on end, I can recall dancing on my bed to Mud’s ‘Tiger Feet’
and having my first real kiss to Mott’s ‘All The Young Dudes’.
I remember being fascinated by a fold-out
Vertigo records LP from Juicy Lucy and wondering why did Status Quo have their
previous album covers embossed on the back of each new album release. Why did
I have an album by Tony Williams Lifetime and one by the Carry On Team
singing novelty songs and why was Ernie the Fastest Milkman In The West by
Benny Hill not regarded as one of the truly great modern English Folk Songs ?
So as I have said
before I have been obsessed for years and at various periods collected over
2000 LP’s, 500 cassettes, 1000 CD’s, various minidiscs, occasional eight
tracks and boxes of 45’s. Now after years of buying, selling and culling I
have about 1000 LP’s left, no cassettes anymore, about 100 CD’s and around
60,000 mp3’s – yes I went digital a few years back for storage purposes
mainly and yes because I do love ‘ the shuffle’ on all my media devices. So I
really cannot capture in four tracks my career as a musicologist (sounds like I was
somehow aiming to be the new Alan Lomax) but seriously folks below
is some music that I have always regarded very highly and will go back to
even while I’m trying to capture, listen to and file whatever else hits my
musical radar on a daily basis.
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Friday, 26 October 2012
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Tuesday, 16 October 2012
Caravans, Council Estates and Class
.
I spent last
weekend in a caravan at a holiday centre in the North East of England. This was
my second of such adventures this year as I had been previously enticed by an
offer of some collectable vouchers in a daily newspaper offering luxury caravan
breaks at bargain prices. I hadn’t enjoyed the first one in July very much so I
was not particularly looking forward to this one either but the difference
being this break was over a weekend not a week this time around. Due to a
change in circumstances we arrived on the Saturday morning rather than the
designated check-in on Friday evening. Saturday night proved to be quite an
experience for me and is not something I shall ever want repeated, for me it
was as if I had moved to a sink estate overnight. I am not a snob and see
myself as somewhat lower Middle Class in the so-called class pecking order that
still pervades this country where I live. I have always worked, my parents have
always worked and my grandparents all worked their whole lives and we have
never been poor, never missed paying bills or mortgages and I have been brought
up to be respectable, have good manners and be considerate of others. These
attributes were certainly absent from a minority of my fellow caravan park
dwellers on Saturday night and caused me to exhibit feelings of anger, extreme
annoyance and exasperation as time moved into the early hours of Sunday
morning. I have sworn never to darken the doors of one of these holiday destinations
again as in my normal life I spend quite a bit of time avoiding people often
labelled as a ‘chav’.
I know a lot
of the media intelligentsia think that ‘chav’ is a demeaning word for the
Working Class but to me it does not so much sum up a class more a certain type of
individual behaviour that has become more prevalent year after year since the
fall of Thatcher and then the rise and fall of Blair & Brown. I personally
think these people are clueless, stupid and don’t deserve to be included in any
class system breakdown whatsoever. They are thick, feral and a fucking blight
that festers in the concrete council estate undergrowth that has been allowed
to grow like mould in a petri dish with successive governments ignoring the
issues and focusing more on looking upwards in the class chain towards the
major capitalist corporations and financial bully boys rather than actually
trying to bring some decency and a change of philosophy for people at the other
extreme end of society instead of leaving them to rely on benefits and charitable
benevolence with no decent future prospects in sight other than a weekend trip
to a caravan park every now and again……………
Enjoy
Sunday, 30 September 2012
I Heard That Pardon
Noise is everywhere today, you just cannot escape it. Personally I
hate noise especially any that is created by selfish inconsiderate people and
believe me there are quite a few. I have never lived too far from noise and when I go anywhere that
you cannot hear anything but silence, nature’s silence then it becomes
blissful, something mystical.
Sadly I’m never in those places very often so I have to put up with
cars with booming bass stereos, massive exhausts, screeching tyres, loud revving
engines, neighbours who think having a full drum kit and playing it with the
windows open in a suburban house is cool. People you cannot talk unless they
are virtually shouting so that everyone in their vicinity can hear every
useless, pointless word they have to say. People who walk along the road talking into tiny earphones, so
they can have a conversation with someone else somewhere on their important and
magical ‘iphone or android thingy’.
Many play their crappy moronic chart music to the whole street as
they walk past rather than actually wear some fucking earphones and of course
there are those that somehow cannot seem to work out that their mp3 player is
so loud that everyone on the train or bus can hear this totally annoying
buzzing, scratching sound for what often seems like forever. Probably by now
you can see where I’m coming from and I haven’t even mentioned the constant
irritation of living under a major airport flight path of which I have had to
do so many times in the past.
Anyway when it comes to music, noise and feedback isn’t very high
on my list of listening habits but I do try but it has to happen in very small
doses.
So today I now give you three examples of the sort of levels of
noise that I can listen to and feel reasonably comfortable with.
Enjoy
Saturday, 22 September 2012
Mix No 3 Sept 2012
Apologies but I have been lacking once again in my duties as The Man Who Rode The Mule recently so below is my new monthly choice of sounds for any interweb viewers who care about this blog
The Man Who Rode The Mule Hopes That You Like It......
Friday, 24 August 2012
Mix No 2 August 2012
The Man Who Rode The Mule Hopes That You Like It......
- 1. I, Ludicrous - Preposterous Tales
- 2. Gladys Knight & The Pips - Didn't You Know (You'd Have To Cry Sometime)
- 3. Jim Boss & The Sundowners - Your Love Is Stronger Than Dirt
- 4. Robert Smith-Hald - Thou Mayest
- 5. Bob Dylan - Dixie
- 6. 4h Royalty - Fall Of The Face Of The Earth With Me
- 7. Muddy Waters - Unk In Funk
- 8. JKutchma - Used To Believe
- 9. Mondo Davis - Dear London
- 10. The Dimestore Junkies - The Machine
- 11. Hacienda - Don't You Ever
- 12. Dolly Parton and Porter Wagoner - Jeannie's Afraid Of The Dark
- 13. Floyd Dakin Combo - Look What You Gone And Done
- 14. Hurray For The Riff Raff - Ode to John And Yoko
- 15. Lisa Cormier & The Sundown Playboys - Saturday Night Special
- 16. Roger Alan Wade - Cars And Guns
- 17. T.Rex - Woodland Rock
The Man Who Mix No 2 - August 2012
Friday, 17 August 2012
And as the poor worked for a life at every waking hour
Last week I had just departed the train station in a large student
enclave outside a major Northern city when I saw stencilled on a wall the
following logo ‘Slave
To The Wage’, this made me chuckle slightly as it hit home to me
immediately that this message completely put a name to my current feelings at
work. I have been a Wage Slave now for about 35 years without a major break.
Not for me a life changing gap year, no staying at home in my late teens with
my parents paying all the bills, no long term sick, absolutely nothing, ‘nada’, other than the six months in
1985 that I spent travelling the USA with
my best mate Paul H.
I guess almost certainly by reading these comments you can
probably tell that I’ve had enough and dear readers that would be a spot on
assessment of my current work life predicament. I Want Out……no more days spent listening to bullshit, staring at
spreadsheets, glancing at the clock on my PC then pretending I actually care
about my job, my employer, my future prospects. I’ve done my bit for Queen
& Country, I’ve paid my tax, I’ve contributed to National Insurance, I’ve
maintained my pension and contributed to a Union for all those years and
continue to do so BUT now I
want a rest and a chance to live my life the way I want and not be a Wage Slave
anymore.
So I have chosen four tracks that represent a wide ranging
summation of my feelings on the matter of work. We have Australian
anti-capitalist/consumerism electro band Snog, next are the legendary Gourds
from Austin Texas, long term purveyors of mad Alternative Country with a twist,
followed by the jazz/soul ensemble The Young Holt Trio from Chicago performing
live and finally from further along the States in Ohio you can find ex-Soledad
Brothers member Johnny Walker’s kicking up a storm of noise with his superb new
band The Cut In The Hill Gang.
Enjoy
Snog - Corporate Slave
The Gourds - When The Money Comes Rolling In
Young Holt Trio - Aint There Something Money Cant Buy (Live Medley)
Cut in the Hill Gang - Fuck The People/Revolution
Saturday, 4 August 2012
Better Call Saul
I try not to watch too much TV, and most of my favourite
programmes over the last few years have hardly managed to break into the
mainstream TV schedules anyway. Of course BBC4 is on freeview and there you can
view great Nordic Noir and I have especially enjoyed The Bridge, The Killing
and Borgen recently, all of which were high class series written for people who
actually like to think about what they are watching.
Thinking about this in more detail I realised that over
the years I have always gravitated towards shows from the US most of all. I
remember Barney Miller, The Rockford Files and Hill Street Blues. Who could
forget Jack Lord on Hawaii Five-O every Friday night in the 1970’s. Recently
though things have changed and American TV series have a harder more contemporary
edge.
Series such as The Sopranos, The Wire, Boardwalk Empire,
Game Of Thrones and others such as Justified, The Walking Dead, Oz, Falling
Skies to name some more. Although I will admit that none of these have moved me
and caused such anticipation in me every time a new series was produced until
AMC’s Breaking Bad appeared in 2008. Now this is a show that deserves a wider
audience, it is often only found on the more obscure satellite channels and then
put on with no fanfare or advanced warning which is a TV crime because this series has just everything. Great acting,
great storylines, great music and it also has the unique ability to pull you
into this fictional story and you really live these characters. I won’t bore
you with a long synopsis (try Wikipedia
Folks !) other than to mention that it’s the story of two men Walter White
played by the majestic Bryan Cranston and Jesse Pinkman played by actor Aaron
Paul and their life and death struggle to produce and sell Crystal Meth on the
streets of Albuquerque, New Mexico, but it is so much more than that so please
go and purchase the DVD’s, you would not be disappointed. I know the final and
fifth series has just begun in the States and I am ready and waiting to see
these guy’s through to a conclusion. As I have said earlier the show has
tremendous background music supplied and sourced by David Porter and I was
lucky enough to find a ‘homemade’ compilation on the net with all the music
from the first three series, so below are a few personal choices.
Enjoy
Buddy Stuart - Sun Shine On Me
Darondo - Didn't I
Son Of Dave - Shake A Bone
Teddy Bears {Feat Eve} - Rocket Scientist
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