A blog post.
In which we learn that a blog will not write itself; that our friends have been getting to the best music before us in recent weeks (xxjfg; Disco Dust; Pinglewood; White Men Can’t Blog - to name but a few).
In which we tell the dear reader that we may or may not play catch up; shame will not be felt for our occasional lateness on artists and new releases.
In which we express an agreement for the feelings of Aleks when discussing Magic Wands, that they embody the sound of rock’n'roll. We are reminded of Neon Neon, Yacht and, to a lesser extent, Joy Zipper’s American Whip, in that sense of just don’t give a fuck. We feel comfortable that this music can soundtrack a morning of cleaning and tidying, for it is summer and the dust is settling quicker than usual.
In which we belatedly mourn and express the sadness felt over the death of Stephen Wells, who frankly writes shit-stonkingly better than we ever could hope to, but we’ll start trying a little harder just because he reminded us that it is possible and that putting one’s bollocks into one’s writing is nothing to be ashamed of.
In which we return to the stage, clean from Glastonbury, fresh from gorging on barbequed chicken, exhausted from work, relaxed from holidays, pleased to be back.
July 6th, 2009 at 3:44 pm
What keeps this from fresh at least to me is it’s similarity to Eno’s “Cindy Tells Me.” As a pop songwriter I know it’s all too easy to get ensnared in that Eno trap!
August 31st, 2009 at 3:55 am
Great blog you got here…keep up the good work.