Monday, 30 July 2007
i hear a new world
trolling about flickr can sometimes leave me with nightmares of auntie doris in the park or a million cats looking dumb or our car parked on a road or eight zillion bits of crap graffiti and often all of that muddled together in some horrible mind bogglingly dull mess. and then there are days when everything is saved by geniuses like dan mcpharlin and his cardboard miniature synthesizers. i want them all.
they make me think of joe meek who would've surely dreamed of such fantastic creations every minute he wasn't dreaming of handsome young things in his favourite cottages.
it's not often mentioned that the adorable mr meek unleashed the very first explicitly gay 45 on an innocent and oblivious 1966. admittidly it's tucked away on the b side of a tornados single nobody bought but it's there all the same in all it's camp queeny fabness.
jon savage has written about all of this in much more detail and style than i'll ever get round to so read all about it properly there.
you can marvel at those innocent times along with the tornados and the rest of not too swinging really london here first. wilder, madder and camper than a beatles hairdo...
the tornados - do you come here often?
and just so we don't forget just what a proper pop pioneer meek could be here's his super smash space hit without which modern music would be just ...oh you know all that already don't you sweeties so i won't blather on
the tornados - telstar
with thanks to the lovely brogues for the tip