Here's an article explaining not-liking-Coldplay categories:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/Columnists/Column/0,,1712509,00.html

Coldplay have little to recommend them but their surprising success is less their fault than the record-buying public's taste for blandness and lowest common denominators. They're ringtone fodder. But speaking out against war, even in the presence of dying children, isn't intrinsically bad.

The birdlife letter was ironic.

Liam Gallagher, whatever his comparative values, is also ironic in a post-modern way. It's pronounced "moronic".

i can druel?

You know, it's so hard to hold my tongue at times.

no dools, them's the rools
despite what fules learn in skule,
being crool's uncuel!

He certainly sounds like a coda!

Today I are been mostly listenin to...


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Dug out a classic for a few hours walking around town: "The Great Destroyer" by Low, best thing to come out of Duluth since Liz Imbrie...

Loved it, Idig!

Intimate vocal style, which I'm into at the moment (Peter Bruntnell, for one...), and a sweet guitar sound. Interesting choice - I'm off to Dogbreath's for a warble on Friday and we were hoping to cover a Dylan number or two...

I'd definitely agree with the Paul Simon influence, tho'.

Keep 'em comin'!

Please Let Me Wonder








-or maybe Goin' South 

Great post, Alan. Maybe I was a bit harsh. But I can't help but feel that even if you have "had enough," it's not an excuse to take your own life. I know Curtis struggled with health problems, but the bleak outlook in his music -- and despondency is a part of the human condition; I accept that, and it's certainly valid in art -- coupled with his sad end is so devoid of anything positive that I find it difficult to rally round the cause.  Just not for me.

Well its been building up inside of me
For oh I don't know how long
Deep down inside
I can't stop thinking
Everything is going wrong
When she looks in my eyes
She doesn't realize
But she says "It's not you, baby"
It's not me, baby
I would never take my own life
It's not me, baby

I guess I should've kept my mind shut
When the voices said, "You've not got long"
At first I turned a deaf ear to them
While my friends warned me that drugs were wrong
I can't stand being alive
So I just wanna die
Though she says "It's not you, baby"
It's not me, baby
I would never take my own life
It's not me, baby

Now all the doctors come and ask me
If I've shut the door on suicide
Psychosis causes an imbalance
And prevents you seeing from outside
Now drugs are history
The rest is up to me me
She was right: "It's not you, baby"
It's not me, baby
I would never take my own life
It's not me, baby

To me, Mike Post's TV show themes were typically interesting.

Anyone remember The Greatest American Hero?


For this side of the Atlantic, The Sweeney was The Business...

BOY: On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
GIRL: Will he offer me his mouth?
BOY: Yes
GIRL: Will he offer me his teeth?
BOY: Yes
GIRL: Will he offer me his jaws?
BOY: Yes
GIRL: Will he offer me his hunger?
BOY: Yes
GIRL: Again, will he offer me his hunger?
BOY: Yes!
GIRL: And will he starve without me?
BOY: Yes!
GIRL: And does he love me?
BOY: Yes
GIRL: Yes
BOY: On a hot summer night would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
GIRL: Yes
BOY: I bet you to say that to all the boys.

Also I have acquired the Basement Tapes, so any comments and advice are welcome here :-)

When The Basement Tapes were finally released it was the most straightforward blueprint of how to make a great album I'd seen. Move into house, hang out, hunker down, eat, drink, write, play, record... Hey I must have been Nineteen, impressionable age, coz all the lyrics were burned onto my hard disk when hard disks were something on the top of an overcooked Fray Bentos pie. But so many songs are primal/primitive and steeped in the finest Americana Canadians can provide: Million Dollar Bash, You Ain't Goin' Nowhere, Goin' To Acapulco, Lo And Behold! Clothes Line Saga, Apple Suckling Tree, Please, Mrs. Henry, Yea! Heavy, Tears Of Rage, Tiny Montgomery... And, almost best of all, Richard Manuel's glorious dulcet tones on Katie's Been Gone and Orange Juice Blues (not to mention Garth's saxual organ). One of the best album covers of all time, all colour tones and composition and wood and Woodstock...

I also liked Z tec Camera



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Thanks, Alan. And hold on to Eldorado. They're getting rarer than i'vebeenaminerforaheartofgold dust!

BTW the latest Neil buzz is his solo gig at the Massey Hall, Toronto, on January 19th 1971. The soundboard recording is getting rave reviews - both for sound and performance - but it seems this is a leaked item due for release in the Archives (first instalment due in a few months). Ever vigilant, Dimeadozen pulled the torrent today...

While you're waiting, go see the Jonathan Demme film "Heart Of Gold"

(How d'you do quotes?)

"I’m still really enjoying “Prairie Wind”. I have heard people love it or hate it. I love it. I think the songs are really strong. Especially “The Painter”. It’s a solid album from start to finish. "

I second that. Both points.

And while we're on overlooked gems, "Silver & Gold" is a true, hermetically sealed classic.

The more Neil Young stuff you play, the more you'll get into him. It happens on all sorts of levels: the guitar - expressive, primitive, percussive, but steeped in emotional engagement; the voice - plaintive, complaining, passionate, compassionate; the songs - intense, incisive, inclusive... And most of all, the guy himself: he's made it to sixty through a cussedness inherited from his late father, a successful sports writer. The magnet with Young is his integrity - though he may change his mind now and again, he'll always do it for the right reasons. The more you listen, the better the picture you get of a shy guy who doesn't shy away from life... and he becomes inspirational.

Available Space by Ry Cooder.

...Oh, f***, I gasped when I saw all these stealthbombercontrolpanel buttons and now I've forgotten what I was going to type...