Tuesday, December 24, 2002
Thursday, December 19, 2002
Wednesday, December 18, 2002
So here are my top ten favourite albums that I bought this year:-
1. Lambchop - Is a Woman
2. Wilco - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
3. Bob Dylan - Live 1975
4. The Microphones - The Glow Pt 2
5. Jim O'Rourke - Insignificance
6. The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots
7. Neko Case - Blacklisted
8. Queens of the Stone Age - Songs for the Deaf
9. Bruce Springsteen - The Rising
10.Tift Merritt - Bramble Rose
Okay - not sure about the last couple, maybe Aimee Mann's 'Lost in Space' or Sonic Youth's 'Murray Street' should be there and James Yorkston's album was pretty good too. Anyway it was a pretty average year for music (or at least for the kind I like) with most of the best stuff released by March . Not a classic by any measure I think.
Tuesday, December 17, 2002
Sunday, December 15, 2002
Friday, December 13, 2002
Thursday, December 12, 2002
Wednesday, December 11, 2002
Tuesday, December 10, 2002
Monday, December 09, 2002
Thursday, December 05, 2002
Wednesday, December 04, 2002
Columbia/Sony must be congratulated on this release. The sound quality is peerless, the accompanying booklet is wonderful and even the DVD included with the limited edition version provides a rare video take of 'Tangled up in Blue' and 'Isis' in full 5.1DVD surround sound. I'll even forgive it the fact that it plays black and white only on my DVD player. Roll on 2003 and the release of Bootleg Series Vol 6 - Live 1964.
Tuesday, December 03, 2002
Monday, December 02, 2002
Thursday, November 28, 2002
Wednesday, November 27, 2002
Monday, November 25, 2002
Friday, November 22, 2002
BobDylan.com has audio samples and links to this positive review of the album in the New York Observer.
Thursday, November 21, 2002
Wednesday, November 20, 2002
Tuesday, November 19, 2002
Monday, November 18, 2002
Friday, November 15, 2002
Thursday, November 14, 2002
Wednesday, November 13, 2002
Did you hear about the blind circumcisor?
He got the sack....
Tuesday, November 12, 2002
Update - Oh look, they've taken down the link. So no promise of the report being published online on their site after all.
Monday, November 11, 2002
Friday, November 08, 2002
Thursday, November 07, 2002
Wednesday, November 06, 2002
Tuesday, November 05, 2002
Monday, November 04, 2002
Friday, November 01, 2002
Instant Coffee Blues
By Guy Clark
He washed all the road dirt from his face and from his neck
And sat down at her table and she picked up his check
And she took him home for reasons that she did not understand
And him he had the answers but he did not show his hand
For him he knew the taste of this wine very well
It all goes down so easy but the next day is hell
"Man was I drunk", she whispered in the shower
While he lay there and smoked his way there through the final hour
And she felt wholly empty like she felt it every time
And he was feelin' just the same 'cept he's trying to make it rhyme
Time was of the essence so they both did their best
To meet up in the kitchen feeling fully dressed
She just had to go to work and he just had to go
And she knew where and he knew how to blow it off and so
They shot the breeze quite cavalier to the boilin' of the pot
And sang the Instant Coffee Blues and never fired a shot
And him he hit the driveway with his feelin's in a case
And her she hit the stoplight and touched up her face
So you tell him the difference between caring and not
And that it's all done with mirrors lest they forgot
I said it's all done with mirrors of which they have none
To blend the Instant Coffee Blues into the morning sun
Thursday, October 31, 2002
Also on the beeb last night, was Patricia Cornwell's fairly unconvincing attempt to convince us that the real identity of Jack the Ripper is the British painter Walter Sickert. I must say, I am impressed with Sickert's work. One can hardly deny that it is very morbid but just because some of the guy's paintings were inspired by the Ripper's and others' murders, plus the fact that he lived in London at the time, hardly makes him the no.1 suspect.
Wednesday, October 30, 2002
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
Anyway, to get us started, here via Scaryduck, is the very amusing account of the trial of a man accused of stealing a ridiculous quantity of hotel clothes hangers:- Part 1. Part 2.
Thursday, October 24, 2002
Wednesday, October 23, 2002
"The movie is intentionally being named The Two Towers in order to capitalize on the tragedy of September 11. Clearly, you cannot deny the fact that this falls under hate speech. We believe that if they will not willingly change the name, the government should step in to stop the movie's production or to force a name change".Yes...next please.
Tuesday, October 22, 2002
Monday, October 21, 2002
I have many memories of that place but none more miserable than the couple of weeks of darkness and cold we endured after the electricity meter got jammed with a dodgy 50p piece on the same week that the landlady fucked off on a two week holiday. At one point I nearly burnt the place down with some 'candle's that I improvised from cooking oil and old rags exploded (after which, the others decided to veto my proposals for doing a bit of rewiring around the meter) - and I guess it was only through the charity of friends and perennially warm welcome of PJ's barstools that we came though those dark days with our health and well-being intact. Alas, the original house is now gone - recently replaced by a new more gleaming gray construct of investment favourable apartments. Let's hope the damp-proofing is flawless because the bricks and mortar may have been leveled and replaced, but mould like that which I encountered there may live for ever.
Friday, October 18, 2002
Thursday, October 17, 2002
Wednesday, October 16, 2002
Saddam Hussein was sitting in his office wondering whom to invade next when his telephone rang. "Hallo, Mr. Hussein!", a heavily accented voice said. "This is Paddy down at the Harp Pub in County Sligo, Ireland. I am ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!" "Well, Paddy," Saddam replied, "This is indeed important news! How big is your army?" "Right now," said Paddy, after a moment's calculation, "there is myself, my cousin Sean, my next door neighbor Seamus, and the entire dart team from the pub. That makes eight!" Saddam paused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have one million men in my army waiting to move on my command." "Begorra!", said Paddy. "I'll have to ring you back!" Sure enough, the next day, Paddy called again. "Mr. Hussein, the war is still on! We have managed to acquire some infantry equipment!" "And what equipment would that be, Paddy?" Saddam asked. "Well, we have two combines, a bulldozer, and Murphy's farm tractor." Saddam sighed. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 16,000 tanks and 14,000 armored personnel carriers. Also, I've increased my army to 1-1/2 million since we last spoke." "Saints preserve us!" said Paddy. "I'll have to get back to you." Sure enough, Paddy rang again the next day. "Mr. Hussein, the war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We've modified Harrigan's ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the cockpit, and four boys from the Shamrock Pub have joined us as well!" Saddam was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 10,000 bombers and 20,000 fighter planes. My military complex is surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I've increased my army to TWO MILLION!" "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!", said Paddy, "I'll have to ring you back." Sure enough, Paddy called again the next day. "Top o' the mornin', Mr. Hussein! I am sorry to tell you that we have had to call off the war." "I'm sorry to hear that," said Saddam. "Why the sudden change of heart?" "Well," said Paddy, "we've all had a long chat over a bunch of pints, and decided there's no way we can feed two million prisoners."
Tuesday, October 15, 2002
Monday, October 14, 2002
Friday, October 11, 2002
Thursday, October 10, 2002
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Update: er.. looks like an extraterrestrial jamming signal may be intefering with the operation of the Abductalizer today.
Wednesday, October 09, 2002
Do you think you have a particularly attractive rear end?", Judge Mary Devins asked a 20 year old youth at Kiltimagh Court.
Alan Sheridan, Cleragh, Kiltimagh had been issued with a public order summons for lowering his trousers and showing his bottom to a female motorist at Circular Road, Kiltimagh, on May 26th.
Judge Devins then posed a question to the defendant which left him speechless.
"Would you like to show it (his bottom) to the court?", the Judge continued.
The defendant demurred.
The court was told the lady motorist was upset by the incident.
Mr. Charles Kelly, solicitor, said it had been a foolish prank.
After hearing evidence of previous public order offences, Judge Devins said it seemed to be part of a pattern.
She fined the defendant a total of €630 with three months detention - the detention not to be imposed on condition that he not re-offend within two years.
Sheridan was also bound to the peace for two years on his own bond of €200.
Tuesday, October 08, 2002
Thursday, October 03, 2002
Wednesday, October 02, 2002
Tuesday, October 01, 2002
Monday, September 30, 2002
Friday, September 27, 2002
Thursday, September 26, 2002
Wednesday, September 25, 2002
Tuesday, September 24, 2002
Monday, September 23, 2002
Friday, September 20, 2002
Thursday, September 19, 2002
Wednesday, September 18, 2002
Tuesday, September 17, 2002
Monday, September 16, 2002
Friday, September 13, 2002
Thursday, September 12, 2002
Wednesday, September 11, 2002
Incidently, as an example of the timeless quality of Wilde's work, the following passage from the play is one that has relevance to a large proportion of the blogs in existence today...
Algernon: Do you really keep a diary? I’d give anything to look at it. May I?
Cecily: Oh no. You see, it is simply a very young girl’s record of her own thoughts and impressions, and consequently meant for publication. When it appears in volume form I hope you will order a copy....
Tuesday, September 10, 2002
Monday, September 09, 2002
Friday, September 06, 2002
Thursday, September 05, 2002
Wednesday, September 04, 2002
Tuesday, September 03, 2002
Monday, September 02, 2002
But Shane and the Popes eventually did show. Sometime around 1:00, the bouncers cleared a path through the crowd for the procession of Popes to make their way onto the stage. They were followed by a man carrying an empty wheelchair...and after several minutes of jostling and shoving as impatient punters struggled to get a good vantage point, Shane appeared being carried by three of four bouncer types. After he was carefully lowered into the wheelchair, a pint glass of a clear liquid with a lemon slice was placed in his right hand. His left hand was busy working a cigarette. The mike was maneuvered into position and the show was on.
Unfortunately I didn't keep a set list - suffice to say that he played many of the Pogues most well known material plus understandably several songs from his recent albums. The highlight for me was his rendition of "The Oul Triangle" a beautiful song which now unfortunately always brings to mind the mental picture of three owls in a tree as rendered by a comedian in the comedy club a few years back. The wheelchair bound Shane was almost totally motionless throughout the set - almost like a dying man plugged into a life support machine that consisted of The Popes, a stage and a live audience. At least five or six stone heavier than he was in 1991, he is starting to resemble Brendan Behan or even Elvis. Every now and again he would mutter something like a "thank you" but that was about it for his interaction with the crowd. I heard later that he believed he was in Kilkenny.
I should also mention that the audience was the rowdiest crowd I've ever seen at a gig. This was accentuated by the layout of the Quays; the small area in front of the stage meant that everywhere near it became a moshpit. I can't remember the last time I had as much drink spilled on me. It was a bouncers nightmare, but much fun was had by all - particularly the drunk.
In a strange resonance with my post on Friday, while I was unabashedly making speculative conversation (i.e. chatting up) a girl at that gig, I was accused of being a negative person. I think I had just commented on how sad Shane looked...but it was hard to sound positive about him - maybe I should have said that it was great to see him still knocking out the tunes after all those years of drink and drugs...he's an example to us all.
So the gig itself. Shane was preceded by two support acts - a lively folk duo (box and guitar) worked the crowd well before being followed by a splendid young rock four piece from Sligo (more about them in another post later). After that, we had a wait of what seemed like an hour during which we exchanged stories of shambolic concert appearances by Shane over the years. It was noted that the Quays management had refused to return the ticket stubs on entry, which we surmised was motivated by the very real risk of a no-show. ....
Friday, August 30, 2002
"The Sum of All Fears":- I saw this the other night. It's an awful, awful movie. It has bad acting, bad plot, really poor pacing and stupid story inconsistencies. For a supposed thriller it doesn't thrill for even one second. The whole thing was probably rewritten or maybe even reedited for the post-9/11 market... but that's no excuse.
Now for some positivity:-
Springsteen's new album "The Rising" is brilliant. Believe the reviews. I had expected that it wouldn't live up to the hype but it's been on heavy rotation in my place all week and I have to say it is a seriously impressive album. It's a work of real craft and a genuinely personal response to the ubiquitous 9/11. And the single 'The Rising', gets my vote for single of the year so far.
Starting to feel better already....