Posts filed under ‘music’

Folds with Palmer avec Gaiman with Kulish

Needed to happen.

I mean, so many favorite things in one place.

If only Glen Murakami were involved…

And can’t wait.


22 April 2011 at 19:57 Leave a comment


Nice little ditty about how Basically, Kant was Right (SLYT).

Um, sarcasm alert.

Oh, and this would be my first You Tube link.

14 January 2011 at 08:42 Leave a comment

Je vous remercie, TSF

I can get Chet Baker anytime.  But Miles Davis only makes sense around midnight.

20 July 2010 at 12:09 Leave a comment

the Pogues

What a night.

We went to see the Pogues at the MEN Arena in Manchester last night.

I’ve loved them since Peave and Love came out in ’89, but certainly never imagined I’d see them in concert. They were great.

They were completely tap your toes, wiggle your ass, sing along with all the songs brilliantly perfect, and drama was added in the person of Shane McGowan – he came out and said ‘hello’ by flipping everyone off, and then added the always entertaining element of suspense: is he going to fall down? Or forget who and where is is? He swayed a lot. He walked off the stage unexpectedly after a couple songs, leaving Spider Tracy to yammer a bit apologetically, “This is the worst he’s been…”, but when on stage he always managed to sing the words and he seemed to be having a pretty good time, all in all.

He was quite obviously incredibly drunk, but he wasn’t the only one.

We were all waiting for the concert to start (we’d gotten there quite early to get our seats and watch people) and down on the floor this drama played out:

There were beer-men/women with large tanks on their backs and stacks of cups in their hands selling beer. You could see one heading across the floor with a man in hot pursuit, calling after him, waving his hand, until he finally caught up and grabbed the beer-man, who gestured/explained that he was out of beer and walked away.

His pursuer stood there, stunned and rejected, hunched shoulders, mouth hanging open, when a guy standing next to him tapped him on the shoulder and offered him a drink of his beer.

He took it gladly, took a drink, and then handed it back and gave the guy a big hug.

His savior then helped him track down another beer vendor.

I love happy endings.

18 December 2005 at 22:48 Leave a comment


Last night the DJ on Virgin Radio was playing very mellow music. It was very soothing after the horrific attacks in London yesterday: Van Morrison. REM. Simon and Garfunkel. U2.

He said he’d been for a bike ride through London that evening just before going in to work and the thing that struck him: silence. The city was quiet.

I was proud of Blair’s response:

“It is through terrorism that the people who have committed this terrible act express their values and it is right at this moment that we demonstrate ours,” said Mr Blair.

And Ken Livingstone’s:

“They are trying to use the slaughter of innocent people to cow us, to frighten us out of doing the things that we want to do, of trying to stop us going about our business as normal as we are entitled to do.

“They should not and they must not succeed.”

8 July 2005 at 06:08 Leave a comment


Went to the Crosby, Stills and Nash concert last night at the MEN arena.


LOVED Stills’ Ole Man Trouble.

And they all made it look so easy.

Crosby looked like a fat old fart up there, all baggy clothes and a baseball cap, hiking up his khaki pants, having to reach way out to get his arm onto the neck of his guitar what with it resting on his substantial belly.

Nash was barefooted, still in good shape, his silver hair well-coiffed, in subdued colors, sleek.

Stills had a bright, blousy silk shirt, and in many ways he seemed the most alive/lively of the three. He loved it when the crowd was at the stage and frequently went up to play to them, shake their hands, etc.

They all seemed to be having a good time – and their band was excellent as well, frequently impressive.

The only trouble was the staid and comfortably seated audience.

Things didn’t get warmed up until after intermission (and the requisite second round of beers were purchased) when two women went up and started dancing in front of the stage (though, politely, to the side so as not to block anyone’s view). I’d seen them flailing in their chairs in about row 4, but when they played Love the One You’re with they just couldn’t contain themselves anymore. When no one hauled them off, a couple guys ran up to the other side and pretty soon a lot of people were hurrying up to the stage, including an old couple that bb laughed about, “Come on, Mother, we’re rushing the stage!”

The yellow-jacketed security guys started stopping anymore people from approaching until Crosby hollered out, “Let them through! They’re not going to hurt us!” Which met with a lot of cheers. They all backed off except one guy until Crosby insisted, “You, bald guy in the yellow jacket, LET THEM THROUGH.”

Everything got much more lively at that point, and although Stills had killed his voice on Ole Man River, they were great. Really personable, entertaining, their new stuff as interested as their original hits. I was surprised how they seemed to have kept their optimism about the world and people in it. It was really refreshing, especially since I don’t share it.

bb was so amazed to get to see them play – he never thought he’d ever get to see Stills play guitar in person. And it was neat to be there for Nash’s homecoming – he’s from Salford originally, and The Oasis, the club where the Hollies first played, was 200 metres from the arena.

My favorite bit was the third and final encore – Teach Your Children. They finally got the crowd to join in – especially gratifying as it’s my favorite CSN song, by far. Fantastic. It was sad that it was time to go just when the crowd had finally gotten into it.

26 June 2005 at 11:47 Leave a comment

Religious theory

Religion is not something I ordinarily give a lot of thought to, but after ‘re-experiencing’ church as an adult (in other words my husband goes) I find that I have learned many things and have developed a new theory of religion.

First of all, I discovered that I really hate singing in church.

Then I wondered, does my sister hate it? And does this explain why she became a Quaker?! They don’t sing in church. So I asked and, yep, she hates it too.

Well, actually, I can’t say I hate singing in church, because I just don’t do it. Except the doxology. I’ve always liked the doxology.

There we stand, poor old bb dutifully holding the hymnal so I can see it, sort of nudging me, but I just smile at him. Nothing doing!

He sings well, but I have the range of a…I’ll say turnip.  I can hear how badly I sing.

I know a woman whose singing voice cuts out oddly in the middle of trying to sing a note.  I’m suggesting that that’s why she doesn’t go, even though she’s a fervent believer. She’s a “Born Again” Christian, even though she hasn’t been to church for, you know, 20 years.

And I know a guy with a pretty awful voice, but he seems to be tone deaf.  He goes to church every Sunday.

There you have it, my theory (*ahem**ahem*): singing skill/music appreciation as a determining factor in church-going and religious choice.

11 July 2004 at 17:11 Leave a comment

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