Monday, 2 May 2016

Saturday, 30 April 2016

She Makes Me Laugh

It may well be fifty years since The Monkees first topped the Billboard 100 with Last Train to Clarksville and I'm a Believer, but the three remaining 'boys' - Micky Dolenz, Michael Nesmith and Peter Tork - have just released their latest single. Written by Rivers Cuomo from Weezer, She Makes Me Laugh comes complete with all the usual Monkee matching accessories: you know - jangly guitars, catchy choruses and that feeling that you've heard it before somewhere. I like it. A lot.

Thursday, 28 April 2016

My favourite sister-in-law

Megan is Jenny’s half-sister. They are linked by their father's indiscretion in the early 1960s (I’m sure, with Jenny’s permission, I will tell the full story here one day).
But they only met for the first time five years ago. However, in that time Megan has enriched Jenny’s life more than she’ll ever know. She’s also become my favourite sister in law – we’ve shared stories, shared holidays and shared good times. And she’s talked me down off the ledge a couple of times when times haven’t been so good.

Wednesday, 27 April 2016

Former Railtown Bottler

Mark Kermode - sporting neither his trademark bins or Harrington jacket

Mark Kermode’s Celluloid Jukebox is one of many regular podcasts that makes its way onto my iPod on a regular basis. Many hours spent behind the wheel or on solitary Sunday walks positively fly by listening to Kermode’s mix of sage cinematic critique and accompanying soundtrack nuggets. Kermode’s show rubs shoulders with a raft of equally excellent recorded audio output I listen to on my travels, including, but not limited to:

* 99% Invisible
* The Allusionist with Helen Zaltzman
* Rhod Gilbert’s Saturday morning show on BBC Radio Wales
* Soho Radio
* The Moth
* Desert Island Discs (including the now gargantuan back catalogue of old programmes going back 50 years or more)
* Serial

But back to Kermode. He first appeared on my radar as the incisive fast-talking film critic on Danny Baker’s Breakfast Show in the early nineties on Radio 5 (as it was called back in the day) and again with Baker on his Saturday TV show. Kermode was stand-up bass player with Baker’s house band The Railtown Bottlers. His current band, The Dodge Brothers, combine the sound of the Solent with pure Americana. They even went out to Memphis to record an (excellent) album (live, of course) at Sun Studios. Here’s a short film they put together to record the momentous event. Keep 'em peeled for the ultimate Bono putdown.

Tuesday, 26 April 2016

Doctor Doctor


Junior doctors in England are striking again today. And tomorrow; leaving precious little in the way of emergency cover. Is this a good thing? No, of course it’s not. Are patients going to suffer? Oh yes – try not to get knocked down by a bus in the next 48 hours. Will people die who under normal circumstances would pull through? Probably – it’ll be standing room only in hospital morgues. Will the junior doctors do to Cameron what the miners did to Ted Heath in 1974? Maybe, maybe not - I don’t really give a monkey’s chuff. All I do know is that it gives me the perfect opportunity to shoehorn Doctor Doctor by UFO into my Blog. And that can’t be a bad thing.

Thursday, 21 April 2016

Giving it 90

Paul McCartney reckons that despite Her Majesty being a pretty nice girl, she doesn't have a lot to say; perhaps later on this evening, when she’s walked the corgis, kicked off her wellies, thrown the tiara on the back of the sofa and had a couple of gins, she’ll open up. Happy Birthday Queenie.

Monday, 18 April 2016

Silent Sigh

When Nick Hornby's About a Boy was given the big screen treatment in 2002 it would have been so easy to fill the soundtrack with pop fodder  - in the same way as, say, Sliding Doors did a couple of years earlier. (Other films with identikit soundtracks are available). But Hornby wanted a bespoke audio backdrop. Definitely not off the peg. And with the dozen or so original selections Badly Drawn Boy gave him, the project couldn't fail.
The standout song for me, Silent Sigh, is a haunting piano led tune that also cropped up near the end of an episode of House I watched last week. And it does that thing that all stunning songs do. It floors me. Every time.

Tuesday, 12 April 2016

Watch and learn, watch and learn

Let's go again
I read a film review the other day in which the critic accused the writers/director (the Coen brothers, in this instance) of writing gags and sketches that would work best on the second (or even third) viewing. Can that be right? In a world where the majority of film goers will still only watch a movie once and once only, are films now so subtle that, short of rewinding every five minutes, the public are missing whole chunks of subtle and nuanced dialogue?

Maybe they are. Maybe they always have been: think 2001 A Space Odyssey, 12 Monkeys or any number of time travel related flicks. But concentrating specifically on some of the movies I watch at least once a year – The Odd Couple, Fargo (yes, those Coen boys again), A Hard Day’s Night, Local Hero, About Schmidt, Comfort and Joy – I always pick up on something new every time I immerse myself in any of these - even if it's just a sideways glance or a raised eyebrow I may have missed before. And, anyway, if you like a film why wouldn't you watch it again? And again?

Monday, 11 April 2016

I'm running out of miracles

Oh My Soul
With the euphoria of the weekend gone and the inevitable reality of a Monday morning upon us, Guy Garvey’s opus, My Sad Captains, seems quite a fitting song to soundtrack the day. Garvey's lyrics aren't always easy to decode but, at the same time, resonate perfectly. This is for anyone who may be suffering from the Monday blues.

Friday, 8 April 2016

His best days are behind him


I've just picked Boston Bob (25/1) in tomorrow's Grand National sweep stake. On the race card it says that Bob's 11 now and that his best days are behind him. I know how he feels. One minute you're Cock of the North, next thing you know you're on your way to the glue factory.

Thursday, 7 April 2016

You look tired, love

Black & White Cilla
Cilla was a stalwart of the business. She worked hard and had friends in all the right places. Whether or not she was a nice person, I really don't give a hoot.

Paul McCartney had a soft spot for her though, that much I do know. When he wrote Step Inside Love for her she took his song and gave it the full nine yards. And then some. The demo she and Macca worked on together was a far more tender affair, but the finished article still sends shivers down my spine.





Cilla Black: Step Inside Love - today's guilty pleasure 

Wednesday, 6 April 2016

Blues


It’s the colour of a Vulcan’s blood
It's the colour of a murder
It’s the colour of your grandma’s hair 
It’s the colour of a Smurf

It's’s the colour of a dirty film
It’s the colour of the sky 
It’s the colour of Man City’s shirt
It’s the colour of your eyes

It's the colour of the deep blue sea
It's the colour of the moon
And blue is how you’ll make me feel 
If you don’t come home soon

Tuesday, 5 April 2016

Helen 1 Rob 0 (Latest Score)

The first cut is the deepest
With some fancy footwork the cheesemaker formerly known as Helen Archer thought she’d left her left her man for dead on Sunday night - but the three points aren't in the bag just yet: this pot boiler’s not run out of steam. We've all come across Helens in our life and secretly wish they’d resort to route one retribution. Maybe after listening to The Archers they’ll begin to feel more empowered. I'll be tuning in at seven o'clock tonight for the latest installment. Are you joining me?