Spare Bedroom
A closed mouth gathers no foot
What is it about Blogspot's spell check that means it arbitarily re arranges letters in words, tacks the middle of a word onto the end and pushes sentences together with no spaces?
Friday lunchtime, I'm bored and I have no currency to use in trade at the local hostelry. Therefore, I decided to let my mild apsergers reign supreme for a moment, and tell you my favourite 50 albums of all time!! Woo - Yeah!! So, in no particular order (of course), here's part 1 of a semi regular feature....
nd it became totally apparent why, but that's a different story all together. Just remember that in those days album covers were 12 inches wide and quite detailed. I'm told that I had 3 imaginary friends at that stage of my life; Butterfly, Bear and kate Bush. Gods knows what we used to get upto, but that's by the by. What of the music? Well - its her first and for me her best album. 2 or 3 albums later and she's messing around with a Fairlight CMI and making allsorts of wonderful noises - oddly, this makes her later efforts more likely candidates for my affections, but no. This is the one, its haunting, mournful, sad and genuinely moving - just Kate, a piano and the guy from Pink Floyd. Did you know she wrote Wuthering Heights at 13...?
lice, it was my debt to him in the shape of this album and his assurances that it wouldn't happen again as he'd 'seen the goods now and had gone off the idea', which stopped me. In fairness to him, it hasn't happened again, but then to the best of my knowledgege, no one has a cock that reaches across the Atlantic. This album is genius, surely one of the most important electronic albums of all time? Even now I don't think there's anything that sounds like it. Not a note or sound is predictable, its full of sparkling imagination, amazing rhythm's and tunes. Fantastic.
ly better than Bytes, its predessor - again there's nowt like it. The 90's really were a good time for electronica. They lost it when they split up and became Plaid if you ask me. Here, the beats were so different to anything that was happening elsewhere. Other folks were churning out 4 to the floor 'bum'tish' beats and that same old James Brown loop sped up. These guys were doing polyrythms, phasing in and out of each other in a middle eastern kinda way. Over the top of this they put mystical melodies, non western pipes, unnknown foreign string instruments and discordantant vocal mashups. It sounds like something discovered at the bottom of Cheops pyramid. This album has stood the test of time, because it sounds like nothing else on earth.
rack to the film of the same name. Slide guitar, in that same mournful riff over and over, beautiful and reminiscent of a part of the world I have never visited. Full of the sadness of love gone wrong. Brilliant. This is one of those soundtracks that defines a film, like the iconic music of Jaws, The Exorcist or Close Encounters.
unds like Tangerine Dream'. He meant it was a rip off. Tragedy was, he wasn't entirely wrong, except tracks like The Orb's A Huge Ever Growing Brain that Rules from the Centre of the Ultraworld or Global Communication's 9.25 were paying homage, not ripping off. Just as we entered the early 90's and 'ambient' (a wonderful genre definition not invented until 20 years in retrospect) made a come back, we all realised that these albums hadn't aged at all. These 2 albums were the soundtrack to my childhood and have remained with me ever since, driving me to try and recreate that sense of being on a different planet or dream realm in my own music and seek it out in others work. For all I know, it contributed to my love of surrealist art and mood film too. Who knows. Listen to them now and tell me they sound like they came from the 70's. You'd be hard pushed.Billed as the high
light of the evening, the BBC's charity night Children in Need telethon just gave us a 3.5 minute prelude to the new Who series, starting this Xmas day with 'The Christmas Invasion'. It was halfway between a self contained episode, a bridge between seasons and a trailer!There was a light frost this morning, not a full on winter frost, but crispy enough for my purposes. For some people, a cold, icy morning would be regarded as a problem, not for me - I welcomed its arrival as a positive boon. You see, I own a dog, a dog that defecates quite a lot. I hadn't managed to get out in the garden for a few weekends, due to heavy rain - something that always makes the 'log run' as a I affectionately call it, troublesome, not to mention downright unpleasant. Have you ever tried to bag up a soaking wet poo? I have, its revolting and full retrieval is made impossible without pulling up mounds of turf. So, outside of baking sunshine, frost is the log harvesters best friend, this morning was no exception and quick work was made of a usually time consuming task before I left for work.
I uploaded some of my old tracks to Rich last week, circa mid to late 90's. Stuff that I always liked, but never thought was well produced enough to send out as demos. Well, he emailed me back telling me how much he enjoyed hearing them again (some of them I wrote when we lived together), and how I shouldn't give it up just yet. Although, to date I haven't started to create anything new, I did remaster these tracks, and I've now uploaded them to TuneTribe for your delectation. I'm sorry to say, if interested, you will have to stump up 50p per track, but for this sort of quality, well....where else could you get a track with Pat Juggins on the dijeridoo or my Grans rambling answer phone messages on the same album?

From todays Mirror - does anyone find this funny?
Thursday: Lulled them into a false sense of security by giving them a day off, they probably thought the show was over - gullible fools, I was saving my best till last!
Monday: Pissed on the lounge carpet in full view of Pappa. Oh how he laughed!