day six

i can't take the pace really i can't...

"a song that reminds you of somewhere"

the entire john denver repertoire on the radio cassettte all the way to cornwall i don't know how many years in row. too many. i wouldn't torture you. quite why we didn't have more tapes is a mystery still. and it was a day and half drive. at least. more probably. almost every bowie record is my sister's bedroom with me banging on the wall. you just can't like the same records as your little sister. unless she pinched them off of you then you just like them a little less. and walmer bridge village hall is all manner of joy and pain. something for everyone. the rockers in a circle banging heads too school haired but dreaming of leathers and unimaginary guitars the farmer's boys and girls lined up for quo and the big bagged soulers tank topped and taking up the whole room same steps same songs every fortnight... clap your hands now...

the velvelettes - needle in a haystack

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oh my soul

quite marvelously another 99p soul has popped out of nowhere just when even i wasn't ready and you know how super prepared and with it we always are round here. i do hope you can join us sweetiepies just don't forget your castanets - you'll be needing them and all your sha la la la loo skills for this...

timi yuro - insult to injury

it'd be really lovely to see you if you're about

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day five

"a song that reminds you of someone"

my oh my... old friends way long ago back when we all had our thing all desperate for a bit of originality all echo and the bunnymen or section 25 or wire or soft cell or judy street or the fall or gang of four oh you think they're the same but they're not the same your favourite shirt is on the bed do a somersault on your head gee they take you right there don't they those songs but i bet all those folks i think of think of different songs better less cornball ones. mine then would've been an orange juice one i guess. the songs that stuck. oh heck i don't know. places i can do people are hard. whenever heart of gold pops up i think of simon out of bob singing i've been to romford i've been to ilford so i guess that counts but we're clutching at straws here so lets stick with those old days school days and unifying factors

a certain ratio - lucinda

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day four

oh where do i start...

"a song that makes you sad"

today maybe this will do cos i've just got off of the phone to my dear old dad and these days i'm full to bursting with the terror of him not being about with the terror of how terrifying it must be to be counting down the time the oh my... sorry and all but you know you know... we're that age is all. this is one of his songs one that i can never hear without him stamped right through it. cue floods...

nina simone - mr bojangles

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day three

ah crap...

"a song that makes you feel happy"

can a song do that? really? these days? those opening thinking of you chords maybe or i want you back but then i want you back is desperate sad like when the bottle used to blow up a dance floor hell when it blew up 99p soul a while back and you can't wipe off a smile no matter how hard you try. like how it's always atrocious when some faker sings a heartbreaker with a stupid camera smirk. oh johnnie ray johnnie ray. and i believe in miracles all of i believe in miracles every blast. then joyce's ba dada bada ba da ayyy oh la can't not never nudge me to brightness not never not ever. but then the majesty of the saddest records in the world make you all privileged to be alive to hear them they raise you up watertown and in the wee small hours and a man alone and all those vast mostly chunks of our record piles but still that ba dada bada ba da ayyy oh la...

joyce - aldeia de ogum

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day two

oh what am i doing...

"your least favourite song"

imagine has gotta be close. or any of those moptop squeelers. i want to hold your hand or something. hey jude. but really it's got to be something by queen or somebody. something the foul scum from school liked. something that i despise by association that probably isn't even fair or true but stings still. they were crumbs queen too. fakers. i threw a vol au vont at brian may once. in the planetarium. missed by miles obviously studid no sport skills but still. i know that's too easy. that it should be something by some betrayer some let downerer and all but nothing makes me wish i was a fully armed 15 year old like queen. still it was almost worth it for the seconds the classroom scortched with this...

fire engines - get up and use me

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day one

who's silly idea idea was this...? a thirty day song song challenge. just the thing for kicking the old old girl into action time and vision. pitiful i know. no really i do. aw shucks what the hey...

day one...

"your favourite song"

it's impossible to have a favourite song. we know that. we just do. everyone does. my head's still full of johnny rivers singing it's my own fault what happens to my heart you see i've always known you'd go so that's my favourite today and family affair is pretty much the most perfect bit of 45rpmness there could ever be and all the huge spaces that float your heart in never too much and the big modal chords in mccoy tyner's big fingers and oh you just can't have a favourite. s'impossible. ah rats we all know everyone's is witchita lineman. it can't not be witchita lineman. glen singing it. oh you just know.



and for a special treat how's about sergio's glorious go

sergio mendes & brasil 66 - witchita lineman

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