halfway into a fortnight in the north pied up and sentimental as hell and missing home and there's something happens deep inside when those horns kick in
we're off to the deepest darkest north for a week or so to cry over smouldering piers groan at shoddy football and add a crippling gas bill avoiding winter layer with the aid of too many butter pies so here's something i've been saving for a special occasion. even though i'm rubbish at special occasions. there was supposed to be 200th post disco week special a week or two back but i got distracted and missed it and now it'll just be any old week disco week which i think sounds better anyway. anyway right back to the occasion thing the every home should have one and now thanks to some lovely reissuey types they can do thing. the barbara and ernie lp. the one with the most marvelous cover you'll ever see. this one here...
i mean how could a record with a cover like that've been lost and neglected and unloved for so so long. it's a bleedin' outrage. and the stuff inside is even fabber. imagine that! blimey. it sort of feels terrible spoiling that first play for you with a little taster but hell i just can't help myself. but i'll save the best songs for you to hear for yourselves on your very own record. i wish i could be there to see your little faces when play with fire comes on. you lucky lucky people...
okay i'm trawling through some 10p show about manchester pop and knowing exactly what i'm gonna get the same old moaners and groaners and bighead rotters with the odd peak at howard and pete but hold up wait a minute there right there just after 10cc for gawds sake there's a bizarre cut to philadelphia 1974 and this this beautiful thing i'd forgotten all about...
and bugger me but it turns out that the little fellow singing his little heart out is only marcel flipping king that's marcel reach for love king marcel right up there with the best records factory ever put out king that marcel king all growed up. this marcel king...
as it's a manchester thing everything ends up all sad and desperate and awful obviously but i'll leave you to find out the tragic truth for yourselves if you must. if i were you i wouldn't. i'd stick with christmas 1974 and sir james saville ...
so what is with sundays and jazz huh ? why does something strata easty or full of prestige stereo go with too much tea and a bit of light dusting so regularly of a back end of the week ? and are the trad boys still spoiling a well earned spot of inevitably inedible nut roast before the football in boozers all over this land ? me i'm snakehipped and swinging the hoover round with some bossa piano magic tenorio jr - consolacao