Monday, 31 August 2009
duvets and dressing gowns and slippers and tea
life stories with david attenborough - poorly listening perfection
blossom dearie for soothing loveliness and 'sometimes the things i do astound me 'specially whenever you're around me'
'tis autumn : the search for jackie paris - for all the lost voices we love all the coulda been a contenders all the also rans all our heroes
dusk in st james's park bats zooming out of the palace and not tangling in our hair cos we know they're way too super sonary for such catastrophes the little flappy devils
germ free adolesence
blossom dearie - like someone in love
david attenborough - life stories - the bower bird
a jackie paris sampler courtesy of your heart out
Friday, 28 August 2009
in case your carnival weekend needs a little encouragement.
me i haven't ventured west of an august bank holiday since the troll from a few beers round gaz's rockin' blues over to good times's blow up turned into the all too plausible plot for mission impossible 4 and a new chapter in dub still rattled windows all over the city.
play nice now children
aswad - ghetto in the sky
Friday, 21 August 2009
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
it's time to get your thinking hats on again brothers and sisters and help out a poor sickly unfortunate who's found a corker of a country soul tune hiding under the endless bits of daftness that clog up this dumb machine. i can only suppose that it's come from one of our fine comrades listed just over there but a rummage about while no one was looking still hasn't helped none so now it's your go. bust some heads if needs must flash the cash and don't worry about the overtime.
and be careful out there.
mystery tune ?? solved! hurrah! thankyou fiddy and richard for your clever brains
deirdre wilson tabac - the other side of life
Thursday, 13 August 2009
no dancing till dawning no right on a swinging but a whole bunch of sulking and groaning and being stinking rotten poorly. if you could send nurse bernard round i'd be awful grateful. or anita'd do at a push.
anita harris - london life
Monday, 10 August 2009
let's start right kids
ben sidran - about love
let's all pretend this popped up first thing eh? i'm a disgrace i know
i can't believe we've not had ol' ben sidran yet - i was sure we must've had. must pay attention.
Thursday, 6 August 2009
it's on days like these that centrepoint's glorious sparkling bits of brasilia are most missed days when you need a handy spot to dangle your roasting toes and dodge the busses and the ever queuing astoria teens and dream of long ago days when grade 2 listing actually meant something (not that i know what it means in the slightest obviously) that wasn't let's dig it up and store it and possibly put it somewhere else entirely even though it looked so grand just where it flipping well was thankyou very much.
anyway now all you get round there is a face full of dust and rocks in your shoes. goddamn you crossrail goddamn you all to hell.
listen and remember and shake a tail feather
quartette tres bien - boss tres bien
it'd be dreadfully shoddy not to add these lovlies too. from my 1982 northern bedroom to you
the pale fountains - longshot for your love (peel session july 1982)
the pale fountains - lavinia's dream (peel session july 1982)
photograph helpfully supplied by the very lovely i like
Wednesday, 5 August 2009
hey hey hey kiddiwinks the rock n roll public library is back up and running again this time in it's whole complete enormous entirety apparently and gee i thought the last go at just a smidgen of it was a dream of a day out so join me won't you please in a tootle down goldhawk road to see if it's got any of it's tatty superness left and a peep in honest jon's just in case there's any of those i like london in the rain 45s left past the pop ghosts of bay 63 and meanwhile gardens bumps and bruises and the million saturdays of my old stall to a jealous as jealous can be gawp at stuff stuff and more stuff a celebratory glass of something and very possibly (if you're good) chips
phyllis dillon - picture on the wall
Saturday, 1 August 2009
he says my daughter, and all the love he has is wrapped up in the tone of his voice when he says those two words, he says my daughter you must always look with both your eyes and listen with both your ears. he says this is a very big world and there are many many things you could miss if you are not careful. he says there are remarkable things all the time, right in front of us, but our eyes have like the clouds over the sun and our lives are paler and poorer if we do not see them for what they are.
he says, if nobody speaks of remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable? he looks at her and he knows she doesn't understand, he doesn't think she'll even remember it to understand when she is older. but he tells her these things all the same, it is good to say them aloud, they are things people do not think and he wants to place them into the air.
jon mcgregor - if nobody speaks of remarkable things
popping peas from their pods
my poor little records heroically surviving their soaking
the alpacas of vauxhall city farm
patricia highsmith - the talented mr ripley being comically unputdownable and gloriously despicable and keeping me on a sofa quietly all day so the mrs could actually get some work done
tiny little almost black ducklings swimming about underwater then just popping up again by the bridge in st james's park and a mum duck chasing a whopping great fish when it bumped one of her ducklings and just ducklings in general really. st james's and regents parks have been packed with them.
haggle vinyl down essex road still being as fabulously maddeningly barmy and imposible and still open
gladys knight and the pips - the makings of you
joyce - banana
pinching ideas wholesale from caught by the river