Here are all of 21schizoid's jams.
by Hue And Cry
One for the road. So, here’s the post I didn’t want to write. By crikey, I’ve read some utterly amazing last posts on this platform. If anyone had just stumbled onto TIMJ for the first time, what on earth would they have thought? I know what I’d be thinking...just what have I missed? So many special, truly special people, in one little corner of Webdom. I’ve seen Jammers come, I’ve seen some go. Did it a few times myself, actually! I’ve heard and learned about outstanding music, both old and new, laughed and I’ve cried, dammit. Those of you who have patiently tolerated my music, tales of yore, ranting, attempts at humour and just general er, guff, will doubtless be relieved to learn that this will be my very last Jam on this platform. I would be, if I were you! I see from my profile, I have been Jamming unimpeachably, since January 2013. Somehow it seems longer...and to top it all off, I’ve made the finest friends a person could wish for, on this here highway... ctd...
Jammed: 24th Sep 2015
by Gerry Rafferty
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FD3vk6C9Vgw So, I hear no-one ask, why are you laughing this evil laugh, Maharaja Pepe? Well, it may have taken me a considerable period of time, but at long last, I get one over on these WMG tossers, by posting a toon that on every other avenue, has been blocked. What a sense of achievement. Goin’ down scrapping! Well chums, that time is fast approaching. Don’t know about you, but this elongated closure (pleasant though it’s been being able to spend more time as our wee community) has totally messed with my already fractured mojo. I’ve mumped & moaned & moaned & mumped. My apologies to all those who’ve suffered it with stretched patience. I care...so sue me. In other news, this Jamus Paenultimus, features my ‘Movers Guide’, or Pete Laberge’s Five Millionth Reminder, as some wag called it (that was me, actually). Anyway, here goes… # Let’s Loop...Let’s Not. # Nusiki...Contender for worst name ever. I now appear to have over 140 Followers. Really?
Jammed: 23rd Sep 2015
by The Monkees
I’ve changed! Yes. This morning, I received a note from a fellow curmudgeon & relic. I shall name no names...oh alright, it was Bilks @ErnieBilko ... ya’ got it outta’ me...man, you’re good. Anyhoo, it simply said “for God’s sake, let’s be optimistic”. So, there you have it. My epiphany is now in full schwing (just stand off to the left a bit & it’ll probably miss you). I reckon this Jam by The Brothers Mon’kee (no, don’t get celebratory, it’s not my last) reflects my new found optimism...that & a bottle of Mrs Trotter’s Tickling Tincture, which I have smothered over my extremities. My new religion, has made me examine my activities on the all new platforms, that beckon like an oasis in a desert, to a thirsty person who didn’t have Google maps on his mobile. From the end of TIMJ, I vow to… # Follow everyone slavishly, whether I like any of their shit, or not. # Post 63 songs at a time (this will be kept under review, as I actually only know 237 songs)....(yes, there’s more)...
Jammed: 21st Sep 2015
by Wishbone Ash
Kinda’ tough deciding what to play in the dying embers of TIMJ. I chose this, as I recall it was released at a time of great change for a lot of the bands I grew up with in those hazy skooldaze. Title’s kind of appropriate too, dontcha’ think? Anyway, whilst trying to find a way thru’ the alternatives we all now face, I penned a monologue for whatever platform took my fancy, in the hope that it would keep those serial Followers at bay. You know the ones with whom you have not a dang thang in common, yet they Follow you. Anyhoo, on the one occasion I tried to use it, I discovered I was using too many words, since it appears that no-one says hellish much on other sites. The lost art of conversation. So, for old times sake, here’s my probably never to be used, script... 'As a renegade from the soon to be closed music & social lounge that was This Is My Jam, I am now seeking a new platform on which to flex my musical tastes and chunter on endlessly, about the good old days of prog... ctd.
Jammed: 17th Sep 2015
by George Benson
Confession. Something happened to me in 1980. I bought a Stacy Lattisaw single. There I was, meandering through life’s peaks & troughs, bit of prog here, bit of rock there. Suddenly, someone uttered the fatal words…”lads are hittin’ the disco at the weekend...you comin’?” So...I did. Suddenly...Shalamar, Shakatak, The Brothers Johnson, Chic & gulp...Stacy. What fresh hell was this? Then. Girls. Music’s not so bad after all… On Friday’s, when I wasn’t downright disgracing myself at the disco, I disgraced myself in a local hostelry with my chum, Gordon. We drank, mostly too much & with chatting up the laydeez completely out of the question, due to compromised speech, we repaired to the Chinese, indulging in what became a regular Friday night culinary carry out. Chips in curry sauce. Covered in unshiftable stains, we lurched back to Gordon’s parents house, slumped on chairs & stuck old Georgey boy on.We’d discuss the evening’s events (all completely unintelligible) come to no conclusion..
Jammed: 11th Sep 2015
by Billy Paul
So, the last few weeks of an extraordinary meeting place for like-minded, non-YooToob testosterone filled loony toon, music lovin’, friendlier than ‘yer actual bestest friend, Jamsters, is finally upon us. Some will Loop, some will Nusiki, some will disappear altogether. However, perhaps above all else, this little cherished community will lose the one thing that made it particularly remarkable...the simple fact that it was like nothing else. Today’s Jam, has been on my list, for quite a time. I couldn’t think of a specific link or event that could accompany it & to be honest, that hasn’t changed. Aye, it’s a wee bit naughty, but it’s an absolute stone cold soul classic. An old pal of mine, who had a wee ahem, fling, with a married (unhappily, so she said...hmmm) lady, said that whenever this song came on the radio, he was certain his wife could hear his sphincter creaking loudly. If ya’ can’t do the time, don’t do the crime. Whatever. Pack up ‘yer affairs in ‘yer old kitbag & enjoy...
Jammed: 1st Sep 2015
by The Who
1970. I had a pal, David Smith (least that’s the name he told me, it could have been made up). Dave was an occasional rebel. I was not. On visiting his den at the back of the garden, I was unprepared for a visual feast of soft porn, but from sources unknown, he’d blagged some dog-eared magazines. Certainly smutty, all rather delightful. He decided we should ‘invest ‘ in some new stuff & although unsettled by the prospect, I concurred. He lost the toss...of a coin & hesitantly entered our hand-picked newsagent, emerging triumphant, seemingly hours later, with the ahem, goods, which we later pored over, with all the fervour of historians encountering the Magna Carta for the first time. Ah those innocent days of discovery, when a newsagent would dispense filth to a couple of minors, simply because it was on the shelf, to be sold. I’m therefore dedicating this magnificent ‘Orrible ‘Oo track to Dave (if indeed ‘twas his name). It’s a personal fave of mine. Here’s to ya’ Seeker…(of porn)...
Jammed: 26th Aug 2015
by Wet Wet Wet
Rad. One of the many benefits of getting older (in my case, 30+) is....hang on, I’ve forgotten. Ah yes, all musical enmities can be consigned to youthful foolhardiness. Days of hiding ones light, over finding a Rubettes single “actually not bad”, are no more than a throwaway whimsy (actually, they were all awful, but we can’t forgive everything). I realise this places my adopted role as ‘Prog Ambassador’ in extremis. However, I’m entitled to my opinion, so fu...Anyhoo, casting my still prevalent, sporadic musical pretension aside, the finely honed pop toon, is still a magical thang. What makes it so scrumptious, is open to interpretation & I’m not clever enough (no, really) to know why certain elements push the buttons. For ma’ current Jam, I chose The Wet Brothers. Why? Pellow’s voice & the stunning orchestration aside, who knows?!? It just feels good, dammit & surely that’s reason enough to cavort around the bedsheets of musicdom & emerge, grinning like the cat that got the duvet...
Jammed: 22nd Aug 2015
by Junior Murvin
Back in olden times, when everything seemed to last forever and change was slow, yet absolutely guaranteed, a wee thang called punk rock came to town & damned (no pun intended) my beloved prog to a somewhat glacial state. My regular trips to Listen Records store in Glasgow (you remember record shops, di'ncha?) where flicking through racks of luvverly gatefold sleeves (which still remains one of any true ancient music lover's biggest thrills, to this day) yielded the prog knowns & many unknowns, upstarts like the Pistols and Sham 69, rudely intervened. Confession. I succumbed to some of these post-prog warriors & although I could never bring myself to ACTUALLY be a punk, masqueraded as a 'Proto Office Numpty Clash Elitist'...or, er, Ponce (don't type that bit). Unbeknown to me, when The Clash fired out Police&Thieves in '77, it had already been recorded by one Junior Murvin. Can you imagine. A reggae-ist with the surname Smith. Anyway, here's our boy, lookin' well shit-faced. RIP Murv.
Jammed: 18th Aug 2015
by Mike & The Mechanics
There's no denying it. The last few days have been pretty tortuous. One simply never believes that something held so dear, can no longer be there, leading to a state of despair. So, the search begins...Yes, I ran out of coffee (what?!?) I was bloody certain I had a wee sneaky bag of beans in the back of the java drawer. However, a new day dawned & my trusted delivery chap has replenished my stock. The world seems somehow brighter, urging me to follow the light & take to the Jamwaves once more. Further, my flagging ego received a much needed boost, when a Jam-mail lurched into my burgeoning Inbox. It read, "For the love of God, just go away." Ha! I'm not that easily fooled. Reading between the lines, I was drawn to the inexorable conclusion that the sender really meant, "Jam On Maestro. You are truly beyond repair...er, compare'" Delusional? Moi? I very much think not. Anyhoo, for all those who continue to tolerate my moods & general borderline insanity, can I buy you a cup? Oh go on...
Jammed: 13th Aug 2015
by Pete & Dud
Well, I didn't see that one coming. Rather like a rubbish ITV comedy, we're being axed after a relatively short run. There was I too, labouring under the misapprehension that I'd have plenty of time to infrequently Jam, before shuffling off to Mrs Miggins Home for the Completely Incapable. This very morning, I heard a brilliant line from an old Frasier episode, that summed up how I saw my TIMJ future. It went..."perhaps your judgment was clouded by your desire to see old age not as a time of inevitable decline, but as a time when one's childhood passions & fantasies can be reborn." Alas, it is not to be. So, as the chill wind of time blows up the kilt of destiny & the short-sighted octopus of fate attempts to mount the bagpipes of eternity, I bid you all, my Jammy chums, a cheery hoots mon. Ye'll tak the high road & I'll tak the low road. Thanks for all the camaraderie, the groovy sounds, the laughs & the teary bits. To quote the late John Le Mesurier, "It's all been rather lovely"...
Jammed: 9th Aug 2015
by Laurel & Hardy and The Rolling Stones
Today, I bring you a recipe. Worry not. You need do nothing. Nor do you need to endure another feckin' Masterchef, or any other celebrity chef bollocks. No, the two ingredients are the greatest comedy duo that ever walked the face of this inhospitable planet, added to one of the finest rock&roll bands in the history of rockandrolldom. Ladels & Jellyspoons, I give you Stan & Ollie...THE greatest...THE funniest...there has ever been, or ever will be. If you're old enough for them to have been a part of your childhood, you're in for a lovely wee treat. If you're too young for them to have been a part of your childhood, you're still in for a lovely wee treat. Add a sprinkling of The Stones, when they were vital, vibrant, young & a gigantic part of that 60's music revolution. An unlikely combination, I'll grant you. However, in the right mix, better than any cake you'll ever have & if this perfect recipe of sound & vision doesn't bring a smile to your chops, danged if I know what will...
Jammed: 4th Aug 2015
by John Barry
A Jam & a drabble. Eh? A drabble is a short work, of around 100 words. I thought it might be fun to accompany my Jam pick, with a drabble. Indulge me. This delicious John Barry score, appeals to my Cold war spy fiction sensibilities. That hauntingly distinctive cymbalom string, is simply made for espionage. Now I can't add anything to the perfection of the movie, but here's a scene that didn't happen... Palmer knew being summoned by Ross, wasn’t a cause for celebration. He slid carefully out of Jean’s bed, dressed hurriedly and cursed his lack of time for some fresh coffee. Being late, wasn’t an option. Ross tapped his dulled silver Parker pen on the deskpad, with an undisguised air of impatience and anger. Palmer had gone too far this time. Beyond a disciplinary. As Harry approached Hemingway Bros Tailors entrance, he felt a distinct unease. It was time to get out. Behind the net curtain, Kingfisher fixed the unsuspecting agent in his sights and began to gently squeeze the trigger...
Jammed: 20th Jul 2015
by Carl Davis
I decided to maintain my mini-theme of retro TV & music, though not in the direction I had planned. Sifting through my DVD collection the other day, my eyes continually wandered to the 30th Anniversary LtdEd Box Set of what remains for me, the landmark & pinnacle of British TV history, The World at War. I recall watching this as a 14 year old laddie and the impact has remained with me to this day. Since we now live in a world that is utterly consumed by warfare of some kind or another, it's easy to be weary of it all, especially when one is not in the thick of conflict. However, this account of the appalling events of WW2, is required viewing at any time. Carl Davis, who wrote this magnificent title music, has himself, a rich back catalogue of film & TV credits. I believe it to be the most hauntingly appropriate piece ever written for TV & any doubt over that, should be dispelled with the opening of the Genocide episode. Simply chilling... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wMClpOb49b0
Jammed: 13th Jul 2015
by Andy Bown
Early yesterday morning, I had a little extra time on my hands, so I parked myself on a bench near a small park area in Stirling & whilst the Scottish sun tried ever so hard to be warm, I typed out this latest epistle. It goes on a little longer than normal, so if ya' get bored, cut to the toon & enjoy. Probably for all us Jamheads, there's an inextricable link between music & life. However, other sub-plots abound & in my case, that would include TV themes from my long-since-gone youth & how they remain burrowed in the old subconscious, to be slow-released at random moments. So, without any prior warning, the TV programme theme 'Ace of Wands' crept ninja style upon me. Though billed as kids TV, its theme of tarot could scarcely be further removed from 'standard' child viewing. However, it was sufficiently dark to surely be recognized as a likely predecessor to such young adult viewing as say, later Harry Potter. My dual reason for recalling this slice of TV history, is the utterly...
Jammed: 6th Jul 2015
by Jade Warrior
Hello playmates. For those of you counting yourselves as regulars to my little Jam sesh (yes, you two at the back) it'll come as no surprise, that I'm delving deeper into my adolescent past, to bring y'all the sounds that influenced my musical horizons. As a sucker for a band with a great name, Jade Warrior were high on my list (indeed, many aficionados, were probably rather high whilst assimilating their hippy-esque sounds). Anyway, I am indebted to my brother for drawing my attention to the Warrior and their outstanding LP gatefold sleeves. In the now, having also declared my undying lurve & passion for coffee, I've decided to introduce a new, occasional feature...Pepe's Plunger (yes, you heard) where I will endeavour to combine my knowledge of both the bean & the toons, to come up with a perfect collective. I've uncovered a stunning Indian Seethargundu Estate roast. All chocolate & caramel, with a hint of brightness. In a word, mellow. Just the state of mind for this track. Bliss...
Jammed: 24th Jun 2015
by Roxy Music
But for Alan McCulloch, my musical preferences might have been entirely different. At the age of 13 & a bit, when I was seriously introduced to the wunnerful world of toons, via the just released Dark Side of the Moon, the answer was prog, what was the question? Now, had all of this business occurred 18 months later, I'm pretty sure I'd have been a Roxy-ist. How do I know? Simples. If this is a prime example of the stuff Byron & da' boys were churning out, I'd have bought in, with undue haste. Funny thing is, I've never listened to Country Life from start to finish. I know, I have no idea what the heck I've been doing, either. So, a wee prog site I follow on Twitcher, had this track on their playlist & although it ain't intrinsically prog, surely there's more than enough goin' on, for the most ardent rockist...& of course, there's the er, 'artistic' sleeve. As for Alan, well he set my compass to Floyd & the rest is schoolboy prog history. Appears I still have some catching up to do...
Jammed: 15th Jun 2015
by Sad Café
Generally speaking, I'm comfortable being er, 40ish. At least I was until a post-Saturday meal, turned into 'let's all watch Britain's Got (No) Talent'. This sent me to all 3 toilets in the accused household, before exiting stage left, in a state of depression that I wasn't 20 and off imbibing & clubbing with ma' pals. Mulling over this sorry mess on Sunday, with my beloved artisan caffeine, I absentmindedly flicked thru' a newspaper supplement, stopping at the ad for the upcoming (what's left of) 10CC 'Sheet Music' tour. As one does, I wondered what had become of those fine fellas & stalled for no particular reason, at vocalist Eric Stewart. I discovered he had produced the 3rd album for Sad Cafe, a combo I knew little about, save for a couple of singles, the lesser of which (in chart terms) is this wee gem. Quite Stones-like I believe & vocalised by the late, much lamented Paul Young. So, Sad...Cafe...seldom 2 words in my same sentence. They brought me some much needed pleasure...
Jammed: 19th May 2015
by Spooky Tooth
...& he says, "you might as well cut the grass"...oh, my apologies. Was just telling someone my favourite joke there. Where was I? Yes, early schooldays. In 1972, on the cusp of my Progdom, I wandered around the Big Skool playground, checking out all the album covers, pointing their wee corners from a myriad of Adidas bags. Certainly the older chaps favoured a lot of Zappa, Beefheart, Cream & Soft Machine, to name but a few. Of those, I'd only experienced the Cream boys. However, drawn to excellent rock band names as I was (& still am) I took to artistically scribing favourites on my school jotters, as a way of displaying my voluminous knowledge & listening capacity. This only worked, if you were never asked what albums of those bands you'd actually heard. I was caught out by the wonderfully named Spooky Tooth. Yep, hadn't heard a darn thang. So...I borrowed Spooky2 from someone & although way too young to appreciate the finer aspects, this stunning opener slayed me. Ahem, cue HAMMOND!
Jammed: 12th May 2015
by The Faces
Covers & Roderick. The connection between the two subjects, is that I'm not always particularly fond of either. Yes, there are numerous occasions when I've been caught out by a toon, believing it to be an original, when it ain't. Particularly true of 60s covers. Man, there was some amazing stuff written in the 60s, subsequently 'owned' by a plethora of artists from the 70s & beyond...in many cases, 'cos they couldn't come up with anything better, or even close. Legal plagiarism. Rod. Liked him when I was a young buck. Time though, has not been kind to my opinion. I regard him as a bit of a tosser, which I know is wrong, as I neither know him personally, nor suspect I ever will. I am though a human & rightly or wrongly, we make distance judgements. All of this does not bode well for my Jam. Except. Song by Macca. Rod with Faces, irresistible. Blistering performance sounding as if it was made for the Stewart larynx. Add the musical genius of da' boys...it's a reason to believe, kids...
Jammed: 5th May 2015
by Ben Folds Five
Summer of '96. Browsing the shelves of the now long defunct Tower Records in Glasgow, I turned up a copy of Ben Folds eponymous album. I'd only recently read a great revue & had earmarked a wee purchase. 3 years before, I'd stumbled on to the eponymous (that word again) Grant Lee Buffalo album, which was a breath of fresh musical air. The BFF sound, albeit entirely different, had the same effect on me. It's a stunning debut. When the opportunity to see them live came a-calling, I leapt at the chance. King Tut's in Glasgow, is a small vibrant venue & it was full for Ben's visit. On a surprisingly warm Scottish summer evening, the trio blew the assembled masses away. The joy was palpable. I've never seen so many teeth at a gig. In fact, I recall that night so vividly, specifically because I've never since been at any event, where the overwhelming emotion was er, unconditional lurve. Remarkable thing, music. Anyway, this track sums the event up perfectly. Beautiful song, amazing night...
Jammed: 29th Apr 2015
by Fatback Band
October 1987. Yep, year of the big storm that battered Englandshire. I was at the rump end of a feckin' awful one week financial course, held in rural Dorking. We'd gone out for a few babychams on the Thursday night, before the final presentation Friday. Just this minute recalled the guy's name that ran the course. Roger. By that point of the week, I certainly would have...with a large pole, no anaesthetic. Anyway, I resisted (just) the urge to stiffen him & wandered wearily back to my room. I awoke to a puzzling morning of no electricity & assumed we'd had a power cut. I opened the curtains, to a scene of devastation. A world of horizontal trees & flattened roofs. Yep, I'd slept thru' the whole damn thang. Gloriously, the last course day was cancelled & I set about swerving my way round all manner of objects, to drive back to Glasgow, in time for the lads Friday night out. Anyhoo, this lil' number was doin' the club rounds. Heard it on t'radio last week & thought y'all should too...
Jammed: 22nd Apr 2015
by Pete Brown & Piblokto!
As well as lovin' prog, I do love ma' coffee. I am an unabashed coffee-ist. To combine both, is my nirvana. During my financial days, I nurtured a love of the bean in a wee place called Seattle Coffee Company. Damn it, I could glance out my 5th floor window & see that liquid gold being prepared. So I spent a lotta' time there. Like many great places, Seattle was sold to the Dark Empire (Starbucks, to some). However, 3 great lads from there, opened up their own gaff and my java world made sense again. The twist though, was that this caffeine emporium, became a prog/rock influenced zone & as t'internet was in full schwing, the boys were uncovering all manner of 70s goodies, introducing the old guy (me) to a whole new (old) cast. One such, was Pete Brown. Although this track is from 1970, I wouldn't have uncovered it in my progskooldays, as there would probably have been about one copy of the album in Glasgow. So thank you boys, java & internet. Without all three, I may have missed out...
Jammed: 15th Apr 2015
Courting controversy here. Old Progtologist (excellent description, as provided by ma' friend Phylsta' @Phyl) Jams 90s and mid-90s at that, toon! When I careered towards my later 30s, music had changed so significantly from my comfort zone, I had to manufacture a dignified, yet trendy air of cool. This of course, would have nothing to do with chatting up younger laydeez, on nights out with my big pal, Stuarty...actually, it had pretty much everything to do with that. Clutching gamely at the straw of yoof culture, we would parade our 'experienced, quasi-getting on a bit, but still current' credentials & cast more than a fleeting glimpse at charty stuff, to prove we still had what it took. A Glasgow club we frequented, did play some half decent 70s rock, from time to time, which when necessary, we claimed not to know, despite singing lustily along. However, this excellent song captured our attention & we leapt around with the best of 'em, like Bank Managers on acid. Still love this...
Jammed: 8th Apr 2015
by Echo & the Bunnymen
As all of you who indulge in my written ramblings know (yes, both of you) I am at my very core, a proggist. My formative music years, were built on a foundation of The Floyd, Tull, Crimson & Genesis, amongst others. However, at the peak of whatever powers I possess(ed) lie the Conundrum Years, or the 80s, as we all know them. If I had to select the most influential band (on me, at any rate) from that decade, those fellas who produced this quintessentially 80s number, would be at or near the top. On balance, I believe this could well be the finest pop/rock song to emerge from that decade. From the haunting keyboards, through the thrumming strings, to the self-assured, yet fragile, unmistakeable vocal of Ian McCulloch, it is nothing short of perfection. It transports me to a fine time in my life & holds particular poignancy, being the favourite song of one of my too soon, departed contemporaries. Yep, those funny old 80s. I like to think of them fondly. This does the trick, every time...
Jammed: 31st Mar 2015
What an odd lil' thang the mind is. Particularly when it comes to toons. I know nothing of Mr Lemar. Hell, I didn't even know he sang this song. For reasons I know not, it simply popped into the cavernous recesses of my mind the other day & it stubbornly refuses to leave. So, I'm puttin' it out there to ma' JamPeeps. Yep, Mr Prog goes all contemporary(ish) R&B. I'm confused (certainly not for the first time). When I started on TIMJ, I assumed I'd be jammim' prog 'til the proggists came home. However, I see I've been all over the place & whilst I reckoned my taste was reasonably broad, it seems rather more expansive than even I understood. So I make no apologies to myself, for sharing this utterly splendid noise with y'all. As is the way with this choice, I stumbled onto a live version purely by accident & I have to admit, the clarity & purity of the lad's voice, is nothing short of a joy. Call it a Soulful Saturday/Sunday Soother. Call it what you will. I believe it's a stunner...
Jammed: 21st Mar 2015
by The Players Association
I am totally wedded to the principal of #fffunkyfffriday It's just that I can't work a Jam into my hectic schedule of well, other things. I heard this absolute belter on Friday last week, on the way home from a hefty session of well, other things. One aspect of getting a tad older I kinda' resent, is the fact I don't get out to play the way I used to. Work finished on a Friday. Home for a quick dinner. A thorough wash of the important regions, splash of Hai Karate, best bib & tucker, before an endeavour to charm the laydeez, or if all else failed, many too many beers, a curry & a miraculous reappearance at home, without even so much as a shoe compass to get me there. Yoof culture. Anyhoo, the preamble would always involve getting fired up with an appropriate disco vibe & this track would most certainly have done the trick. So with a moistness of the eyes & a lilt in my kilt, I drift back to the glory weekends of wine, women & song. Worse still, I've just realised, it's only Tuesday...
Jammed: 10th Mar 2015
by The Kinks
Today, I seriously can't be fagged scribing my usual over-long soliloquy. So you're all saved an ear-bashing, for which you should be eternally grateful. Instead, I'm gonna' let one of my all-time favourite bands do the talking/singing for me. This Kink Brothers number, popped into one of the considerable spaces in my bonce t'other day. I know not why, as I haven't heard it anywhere for a devil of a long time. It was released when I was a mere 13 year old lad and although my path to progdom would have been revving up, this wee number has lodged in the old grey matter. So, on the basis of better out than in...take it away Raymond Douglas Davies...arguably the finest songscreibster this little island of ours has ever produced...
Jammed: 3rd Mar 2015
by Chicory Tip
G'day boys & girls. Thought it was time for another word from the Schizoid cave, given the weather here in Scotlandshire being terribly sunny & jolly & my being able to roam free, amongst the purple heather and wild haggis. Now I like a nice toon. However, given the propensity for the music to blur the lyrics, I've oft found (even after many years/beers) that the actual words were rather different to my original understanding. Step forward Chicory Tip. As someone has pointed out elsewhere, the song tho' a pop gem, is lyrically, unfathomable. Indeed, something of a homage to the late Stanley Unwin (for those unfamiliar, this should assist https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=323kQis2zbM ). Anyhoo, I sing the chorus as 'Son of my Father (easy bit) Boodlin' I was Boodlin' I was preprun dry'. No, I don't know what that means either, but it got me through the day. I have since seen the lyrics & though I'm not particularly close, I'm sticking with my version. So...what's your lyrical faux pas...
Jammed: 9th Feb 2015
by Dan Reeder
Author Nick Hornby is a huge music fan. In 2002, he published a collection of 26 essays, based around songs that carry an emotional resonance for him. I always refer to such list compiling, as a guy thang. Not that Jam girlies won't, but in the way that us blokes like to rearrange all of our CDs/vinyl, in alphabetical/chronological order, it serves to make us a bit...er, anally retentive about the whole issue. Anyway, I like to review my top ten (or so) songs every now & then, usually just after hearing a classic on t'radio. The Proculs 'WhiterShade' is one such. I can't envisage it ever being out of my top ten. It's so epic, the thought of a cover version, would normally leave me raving & drooling. Until now. My thanks go to Skipper @CaptainJam for posting a track from Mr Dan Reeder, whom I thought I knew, but didn't. Though an artist to trade, his alter-ego as a homespun musician, sees him produce some smart, short toons. This minimalist, soulful rendering, is a joy. Who'da thunk it?
Jammed: 20th Jan 2015
by Steven Wilson
Events dear boy. Since my last post, Planet Mad has sunk to ever lower depths. Now I'm not wise enough to know all the whys & wherefores regarding political or religious strife, but I do know killing someone in cold blood for having an opposing, yes even insulting viewpoint, is not an answer to perceived problems & never could be. So, I retreat...to music & in this case, another of my loves, art. It was perhaps serendipitous, that someone on my Twitter feed should post this particular track. The link to my beloved prog, is of course all present & correct, thanks to the sterling work in that genre, of Mr Wilson. However, the linkage to the utterly spellbinding accompanying animation, drives the whole sensory experience to an intensity that would defy the strongest soul not to be affected. The irony of my adoration for music & art, is that I am bereft of talent in both. However, if I could have produced either element here, I would be beyond proud. Please watch, listen & be moved...
Jammed: 13th Jan 2015
I'm reminded of this perfect piece of pop, having been in the same wee bar in Glasgow, as one Fran Healy, vocalist on the toon. This would have been around 1997, when the band was in its infancy. I just happened to recognize the fella, when all those around were in blissful ignorance. My belle for the evening was most impressed by my street cred. It was a more positive end to an evening which had started rather bizarrely. It was a first outing, so to speak and as I always liked to do, I laid my cards on the table, for the avoidance of any wee issues. She being a tad younger, had visions of me being 'the one', with patterings of tiny feet being a possibility. Having already had my one & only son, my explanation of being...er, fixed, resulted in tears running down her face, bringing a concerned waiter over, fearing the cuisine was not up to scratch. Actually, we did go out & have fun for some months, but 'twas not written in the stars. As someone once sang, "wonder what she's doin' now".
Jammed: 5th Jan 2015
by The Rolling Stones
As a person who doesn't 'do' the Crimbo/NewYear thang, I kicked the former straight into touch this time around, by tootling off to my wee sunny bolthole, for a week of splendour. In fact, I had my best Xmas Day ever, replete with clear blue skies, glorious sunshine & a buffet fit for royalty. Surreal, but utterly, spellbindingly unmissable. I shall undoubtedly repeat the exercise, as long as life & finances permit. On the flight home this afternoon, I spent most of the three hours, looking out my wee window at the ground below, as the fat old sun illuminated a stunning vista. I reflected on events & people, past & present, coming as aye, to no earth shattering conclusions, other than marvelling at our world, which from 28,000 feet, looks alarmingly perfect. If only. Speaking of other worlds, this un-Stones like number from the vastly underrated Satanic Majesties album, hijacked my subconscious. To all of you, my friends, from all of me, may 2015 be bountiful & rather psychedelic...
Jammed: 30th Dec 2014
by The Sensational Alex Harvey Band
I was at a fine wee Xmas party last night. Sitting on a set of stairs to cool down, I got to thinking about bands I would love to have seen at this time of year, tho' sadly never did. SAHB always rise to the top of my list. As the volunteer chauffeur for the evening, new Scottish drink laws, ensured I drank nothing other than bubbly water. This sobriety afforded me the opportunity to check on my return, the Glasgow Apollo gig records from the 1970s, discovering Mr Harvey & cohorts had performed heroically for the festive 75/76 period. Recollections are thin on the ground & sadly, the band had not featured on my playlist at the time. Time has shown me what I missed. So, here's the opener from the DeMontfort gig of '76, which I believe demonstrates the sheer excitement of their performance, even without the visuals. Alex, a showman extraordinaire, would have been 80 this coming year. He was never destined to get there & it is unlikely we shall see his like again. However, this remains...
Jammed: 20th Dec 2014
by Black Sabbath
Formative teen schooldays, determined my love of rock & prog. For reasons I know not, Ozzy & Co, featured little. Certainly in my case, advancing years has heightened my desire to learn more about the truly influential bands of their era & I found myself tooning into a docu about Sabbath, recently. The recall these guys have of events in the 60s & 70s, never ceases to astound me, especially given my unerring ability to forget why I went to the top of our stairs. The Paranoid album & particularly its cover, are so familiar to me (albums abundant in schoolbags) yet when this track featured, I was simply blown away. It is the epitome of Stonehenge hippiedom, in its drug infused submissiveness. Yep, from Sabbath. Now I've never been baked. Well once, inadvertantly at a gig in Edinburgh, where weed was being smoked in abundance & I was the secondary recipient. However, I do think a small joint & this track, would be quite the thing. You do what you fancy & let me know the outcome...man...
Jammed: 15th Dec 2014
by Wishbone Ash
Yep, been in hiding. The whole Jam thang gets a bit overbearing at times. So advice on dealing with me is simple...just ignore & sometime I'll disappear for good...happens to us all, luvvies. What has drawn you here tonight, I hear no-one say. A wee internet sojourn, alerted me to the fact that this very night in 1972, my beloved Ash were playing Glasgow's (in)famous Green's Playhouse. Since I enjoy inhabiting the past, it behoves me to celebrate this fact, by sharing their opening number from that gig, with y'all. 60p a ticket got you in & the twin joy of the Average White Band in support, makes that price, the crime of the century. Two years later, just shy of my 15th birthday, I would see the boys in Green's makeover venue, the Apollo. It remains the only time I saw the band, but I caught them at their peak & with other bands of the time, I was similarly blessed with such great good fortune. So, indulge for 9 minutes, preferred beverage in hand & join me in misty-eyed reminiscence.
Jammed: 8th Dec 2014
by Junior Campbell
So this week saw your occasional Doc Lurve & more often than not, plain Mr B, crash further into ye olde age. Yep, that's me... er, 27 now (give or take a few years). I've become a seasoned nostalgist (that IS a word, I looked it up). I've noticed an old chum of mine doing the same. It must be some strange affliction that affects those 'of a certain age'. This condition caused me to go back to October '72, for a look at the UK chart of the time. Much to my extreme pleasure, I stumbled onto this JC cracker, that had slipstreamed into the ever-deepening recesses of my old grey matter. Junior was amongst other things, a founding member of Marmalade & after helping them to a few late 60s successes, set out on his own, scoring a couple of hits, this being one. A wee thing I love about this Toob video, is that it was posted by Junior himself...how cool is that?!? So, dodgy age arithmetic aside, I'm sharing a childhood memory with ma' gang & once again, showcasing even more Glasgow talent...
Jammed: 22nd Oct 2014
by Chris Rea
Chris Rea seems to have been around forever. He's one of those artists I've followed from time to time, without ever getting to know in any great depth. Those who know little of the man, will if nothing else, surely recognize his trademark husky vocals. I have seen him in concert, but I'm buggered if I can remember a single thing about it. One of those gigs that must have been 'fine'. 10 years before he was seriously ill & made a remarkable comeback (in every sense) from the killer that is pancreatic cancer, he released his twelfth album, 'Auberge', which gave him a UK No.1. From it, I've chosen this track & braced for winter as we are now in Caledonia, the title in it's most literal sense, has me yearning for the warming sun. In fairness, we had more than our usual share this year, probably due to global warming, or some other planetary catastrophe waiting in the wings. Anyway, allow the mellifluous tones of Mr Rea to wash over you like the gentle waves of the Med. Mint Julep anyone?
Jammed: 16th Oct 2014
by Robin Trower
How do you decide what track you're gonna' Jam? I only pose this question, as I had set out to throw one more prog hat into the ring & found it copyright barred on The Toob. From there, I recalled my pal had posted a track on his Fudgebok page & I claimed it for TIMJ. However, that led me to a collaboration with one of the best blues geetarists ever to walk this earth, that I thought would be even better. Then I checked an entry on Wiki & discovered a linkage that I'd never heard of, a (super)group that was formed out of it, split soon after, with no recording, but two of the collaborators penned this sublime track, which I now present for your delectation. The gloriously grainy footage, only adds to the atmosphere. 70s bluesy rock seldom sounded better. Vocal comes from the gritty larynx of the late great Jimmy Dewar, surely one of the finest voices ever to emerge from Alba. So, leave this for the latest or even wee hours. Sit back, lights low, grab a wee malt & simply wallow in it...
Jammed: 9th Oct 2014
by Pink Floyd
And so, Grandmaster TIMJ ( @mikelowe as you may know Him) contacted me to say 'Oi Schizo, I hear a #progweekend has been proposed. Get in there son' or something similar. I'm an unabashed proggist. So it is with no hesitation whatsoever, that I repair to the album that started it all for me, back in my 14th year, when a certain Mr Alan McCulloch said, "you'll like this". He wasn't wrong. I was mesmerised. I've listened to a helluva lot of music over the 40 years since experiencing The Floyd. I've moved from prog to other genres, as my moods & experiences changed. Mined a few gems over that time. But at heart, I've always been a Floydian. Bit like your first love. Easily recalled, brings a smile to your face and ultimately, remains an experience that will never be repeated. Sure, sure, you fall in love again, but that first time...well...Whenever I hear this track, I'm back to my proggy schooldays & more recently, think of old Rick Wright. Departed yes, but left us this thing of beauty.
Jammed: 3rd Oct 2014
by Gallagher & Lyle
Just been on a wee drive in the heart of stunning Perthshire, to a client who has built her own magnificent house, complete with breathtaking countryside views. En route, Scotland's Simon&Garfunkel popped on the radio. Not this song, but that's by the by. Jammed these lads before & despite their rich musical heritage, can never believe they are not gloriously world renowned. Their mellow sound never fails to transport me to the mid-70s when, as a teenager on the brink of leaving school, possibilities seemed endless & adult life was taking shape. Hey ho. I always liked the story of Graham Lyle attending a party in New York, at which Mr Art Garfunkel was celeb on view. A young lady was chatting away to him over a glass of bubbles & enthusing about Arty. She didn't know who Graham was. "I lurve Art's work. Do you know the song A Heart in New York? Oh my God, it's one of my favourites!!" "Yes I do" says Graham. "Actually, I wrote it." Brilliant. Enjoy this evocative uplifting gorgeousness.
Jammed: 24th Sep 2014
I'm feeling a tad nostalgic today, for no reason other than the fact that I can. 41 years ago this month, a lad of 13 years old, left his final class of the day & ran like the clappers to Hades Record Shop in Bath Street, Glasgow, to purchase the latest masterpiece from Genesis, released that very day. On taking his prize home, the album was placed with care & attention onto his record player & the stylus with equal reverence onto the vinyl. He then sat back on his bed with the album cover under great scrutiny, whilst the glorious sounds of a prog magnum opus filled the room. That wee laddie was of course, yours truly. I make no apology for Jamming an entire album. I've just listened to it in it's entirety, for time number umpteen & it's never anything less than an utter joy. I try hard not to look back in too misty-eyed a fashion, simply because there's little point. It all gets a bit too maudlin. However, I'll wipe a wee tear from my eye thinking about this...just for old times sake.
Jammed: 15th Sep 2014
I see some of you Jamsters are mining the 80s as a theme. Now I've gone on TIMJ record as a fan of the decade, although like so many others, it had it's share of guff. It must however be said that my home town (Glesga') had more than it's fair share of absolute cracking bands at the time & since I was in my 20s, I danced my sweet lil' ass off, to more than a small few. These Endie chaps, were not one of the most successful, but their output was quality & I think they deserved a better hearing. About the time this wee ditty was on the airwaves, I was trading my old girlfriend for a new model. Clearly impressed by my Miami Vice look & astounding patter, she asked if I'd like to accompany her on a chair hunt, for her bedroom (different). Naturally I assumed I'd be seeing it in situ, so to speak. Cue furniture shop. "There's a smart wee number" says I. As I parked my firm buns on the seat, it collapsed on the floor, as did I. Cue gales of laughter. Cue red face. Cue trade in..me this time!
Jammed: 3rd Sep 2014
by Prem Joshua
I know, I know. Sometimes my heart sinks when I see a Jam of 13 minutes. Where will I find the effing time to listen to that? And our propensity to lose concentration after say, 10 seconds kicks in. Ah my 'regulars', stay with this one. However, leave it 'til late, kick off the shoes, relax in a chair with your fave beverage (or person, if preferred) and let the musical waves wash over you. I visited my favourite city of Amsterdam in 1999 with my lad, who was only 8 at the time. We walked, we talked, we sat in the park, we drank coffee (bad habit when you're 8, but I lurve my java, so it had to be). We went to Shiva Indian restaurant & whilst we waited for our meal, I looked around aimlessly, whilst the lad played on his Gameboy. Father/son bonding, eh? Anyway, this music was on in the background & the lad, without looking up, says "this music's good isn't it, Dad?" Despite my surprise, I had to agree. In fact, Mr Prem had only been in Shiva, days before. Serendipity. 13 minutes? Easy.
Jammed: 27th Aug 2014
by Bee Gees
Summer of '75. In late summer, I would be starting my final school year. 'Lost' a few pals to Uni. No social media in those days, so keeping in touch was a lot tougher. My final year in my old alma mater, would be a good 'un, though perhaps a little too good, pandering to my meandering concentration & total uncertainty over my next post-ed move. Music, like so many other things, was also changing. My prog dominated world, was under threat from the rampage of disco. More accurately, my musical taste was under threat from disco. What with the laydeez playing a more prominent role in my little world, quoting lines from Starless&Bible Black, was unlikely to cut the dancefloor mustard, so giving in to the hip testing grooves, was the only game in town. Prior to spraying on their flares and slamming their testicles in the same door to perfect that falsetto shriek, the Brothers Gibb led the way with this floor filler. I'm no BeeGee-ist, but this belter led me astray & prog 'rested' awhile...
Jammed: 21st Aug 2014
by Duran Duran
Ok, a wee bit of housekeeping. Thank you all, my trusty followers (Albert & Enid Tatlock) for your awfully nice comments, on my 100th Jam, just past. You brought a tear to an old Jammer's eye. I noticed with no little sadness, someone taking a leave of absence after posting their 100th. Sadly for you lot, there will be no such respite here. You don't get rid of me quite so easily. Can't recall if I've posted a Duran boys song. One could be forgiven for wondering just what the heck an old proggist would see in a bunch of pretty boy 80s romantics. Well, whilst in my 20s, resting from my beloved prog, I did take to these chaps, amongst others. Their slick looks & videos, appealed to my inner Miami Vice, or I possibly just couldn't be arsed wearing socks. Mid-80s, they vanished like Dynamo, only to reappear in '93, with this all growed up, sophisticated pop classic. Like a wee squirrel, I've got some Jams stored up. This wasn't one, but on hearing it again, realise it should have been...
Jammed: 6th Aug 2014
by Bobby Bloom
Crikey. I snuck onto TIMJ about 18 months ago. What have I learned about this forum in that time? Jammers don't seem to indulge in verbal pugilism (unlike UToob). Some follow, without listening to your latest post. Some follow, having made no posts! Some gather other Jammers, like wee collectors. Me? I've had moments of 'cantbearseditis' with the whole thang, then a song came outta' nowhere & I felt the need to share it with y'all. I've made some excellent chums along the way & the chat makes it all worthwhile. I see that Jam100 time has arrived. Many of you will do 100 in a month (or less). I go for quality...well I'll try to, from now on. I was 10 when this '1hitter' shared the charts with Purple&Sabbath. August company indeed for the rather tragic Mr Bloom. I think our spell of hot weather brought this toon to my mind. Summers when I was 10, were longer, hotter & carefree. This was played a lot, alongside Freda Payne's Band of Gold. I'm a bit more creased now, but I still love it...
Jammed: 30th Jul 2014
by Carl Carlton
Hi Kids! Listen, faithful followers of my verbals (Arthur & Elsie Grimshaw from Cleethorpes) know that I am no slave to the concept of #funkyfriday That said, I am not averse to shaking my Spanish waiterly arse (is that racist?...no offence intended) when the moment strikes. Having heard this little doozy on the transistor radio just the other day, it occurred to me that it was worth sharing with all you lil' ravers. Now I don't know Mr Carlton, though he seems to have been a fine figure of a gentleman, if the start of this wee video is to be believed. However, I have to say, his overtly sexist rantings, make for a bum shoogling extravaganza, if ever I took part in one...which being a non-sexist gentleperson, I obviously never have. I do believe this Meditteraneanesque spell of distinctly unseasonal Scottish weather, has finally frazzled my remaining marbles. All this and the utterly meaningless Commonwealth thingy in my beloved Glesga'...it's all too much. Give it to me Carl, baby...
Jammed: 24th Jul 2014
Newsflash! Old guy momentarily turns back on musical reminiscing, to get excited (well, nearly) about contemporary girly(ish) band reminiscing about band he still reminisces about. Now, I don't really do excited. Well, I do, but I'd call it selective agitation. Further, I don't do festivals. Too many young unwashed types, in a pogoistic frenzy & that's just in the portaloos. Something called 'T in the Park' took place over the weekend here in Alba & amongst the general ensuing racket, these lassies took to the stage & blew the effing brains out of one of my very favourite Greeny-era Mac toons. I know little of Haim & suspect this post will likely be my last dalliance with them. However, if this is all I ever hear, I'm delighted I stumbled onto them. So, it's not an original composition. Big deal. Can anything ever be truly original, once you've been around Planet Mad a while? If you're gonna' steal, make it worthwhile. Rather like this cracker...ps. That's the sun. In Scotland. Blimey.
Jammed: 14th Jul 2014
by Deacon Blue
Hello playmates! The good ship Bristow, still becalmed in 80s waters. Scotland. A wee place, populated by some 5 million souls. Fitba' (Football). The world's most popular sport. We are a footballing nation, but to be honest, we're pretty crap at it. Music. Now, this is an area where we Pictish descendents, punch way above our weight. Ask @lindatee Why that gal posts so much Scottish stuff, she'd vote Yes in the referendum. I digress. Any band named after a Steely Dan song, will grab my attention. After their astounding '87 debut, Raintown, boy did they have an act to follow. I could have picked anything from that. However, for sheer pluckiness in the face of potential 'one album infamy', I believe this wee number to be an absolute pop triumph. The album too, is indeed a fine sophomore. I'm a sucker for a clever line in a song. This has one of my all time faves. "Tell me why, James & Bobby Purify". Simple. Superb. This makes the 80s by only 7 months. Don't think I'm leaving just yet...
Jammed: 7th Jul 2014
by The Teardrop Explodes
The 80s Crusade continues, unabated! After the initial punch in the temple that was Kilimanjaro, '81 saw The Teardrops sophomore effort, Wilder. In comparison, it was a more considered affair, but no less brilliant for it. This track for me, exemplifies the musical (mad) genius that was/is, Julian Cope. A true 'front man', but so much more, as his later recordings would confirm. This is truly sweeping & epic and for those of us (me included) who have occasionally denounced the decade as meaningless fluff, it's a sharp reminder that although there was some proper crud, many gems like these are there to be mined. I saw The Teardrops in July 1981 at the long lost Tiffany's in Glasgow. Cope, in dramatic mood,"Have you ever been low? HAVE YOU EVER BEEN LOW?? So low, so low, so low". A broad cry from one of the assembled masses, "Open a can, man!" Cope creases into laughter. Welcome to Glesga' Jules! I've still got a wee illegal recording on cassette. Now, where are my New Romantic boots...
Jammed: 30th Jun 2014
by David Sylvian
I find myself going back to 80s music, more than I ever thought. I see my fellow Jamma' @christineb is also immersed in that decade for a time, though at least her selections will be more frequent & consistent, whereas mine will likely culminate in this one for another few weeks, before I find the strength from within, to bother my arse posting again. Now I was never a big Japan person. '78-'81 held different musical attractions for me. Somehow, I just didn't buy into their style. When this (his biggest solo single success) was released in '84, I was in my 'dancin' phase & although this wee number is hardly shaped for moves, it has something else altogether. Moodiness & darkness. Two of my best features in fact. It remains the only piece of Mr Sylvian's music I own, despite having listened to many examples of his multi-faceted solo exploits. This vid & toon are wondrous & yes, he is rather too handsome in it...not that I'm at all jealous...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yj3DBcpfMNQ
Jammed: 23rd Jun 2014
by Brook Benton
Well pop-pickers, your occasional Doc Lurve, is in a precipitation bound car park in Scotlandshire, penning this wee message. It is merely serendipity in action, that has caused the fine Mr Benton to be crooning about such weather conditions. I was examining the year 1969 t'other evening (Lord knows why) & tho' Mr Norman Greenbaum was riding chart high at the time, I Jam otherwise. As a wee skool laddie of 9, I wasn't enamoured of the girlies, but I was clearly a sex bomb to them. Two in particular vied for my attention. Both bigger than me. Both lusted after by others. At a party (my first ever) the evening degenerated into a full blown game of postman's knock. Upon discovering this entailed snogging in a darkened spare room, I immediately became quite ill. Whilst Spirit in the Sky raged on in the background, I snuck out, leaving a trail (2) of devastated beauties. Yes, the future Doc Lurve had left the building! Marisa&Patricia, forgive me. I was just a boy. Now I'm The Doctor...
Jammed: 9th Jun 2014
by Shirley & Company
In the mid-80s, I was a finely honed athletic type. Well when I say finely honed, I regularly played football, so I was at the peak of my athletic powers. Ok, ok, I was in reasonable nick & pre-match training involved several beers & an earlyish Friday night/Saturday morning. The reason for the return time 'grey area', was a wee bar which had a 2am late licence & 70s disco night. Always packed, always fun. On one such eve, the assembled male oglers, salivated over a rather fetching blonde lass. Charged with a few light ales & realising that no-one else dared engage this 'vision', I rose to the challenge. Red rag to she bull! Surrounded by her friends, my opening gambit was met with a degree of indifference, though she did remove one of the straws from her drink, seductively lick the end of it & place it in my glass. Brilliant! I laughed uproariously & returned to the bosom of my buddies, a bloodied but unbowed hero. I heard this toon today & was right back there in the moment. Love it.
Jammed: 2nd Jun 2014
by The Box Tops
I don't claim to know much about music. Ever since my first live gig (Rory Gallagher, 2nd March 1973, Green's Playhouse, Glasgow) at the ripe young age of 13 and proper prog/space rock vinyl experience (Pink Floyd, Allan Glens School, same year, Physics lab during lunch break) I just knew it was my thing. My CV? Can't play anything. Decent singer. Ridiculously envious of anyone who can wring a toon out of an instrument & similarly so, over those who can write memorable lyrics. There are many Jammers out there, who know their arias from their Elbows. They are the musical cadences to my bum note cascades. I just lurve the music, baby. Whilst musical intricacies & lyrical inferences swerve past me in true Georgie Best fashion, I continue to stumble onto new/old stuff, stirring memories of my musical youth. This 2 minute wonder, is one such. Alex Chilton is the crooner here. Look him up. A relative unknown, but nonetheless, seminal rock influence. The moral? ignorance can be bliss, folks..
Jammed: 26th May 2014
by Talk Talk
Long before the only Talk Talk remaining, was yet another crappy telecoms company, Talk Talk the band, was a breath of fresh synth-pop to my proggy ears, in the early 80s. Now I've been an 80s critic in my time, but having officially entered 'Codgerville' (50 years plus) my musical chops have softened and although I still defend and lurve my beloved prog, I can appreciate sounds throughout the decades past, with the wisdom of Solomon. Yes, there are still musical genres that left me at the bus depot & I'll stubbornly refuse to acknowledge (eg. hip hop...bloody hate it with a passion). I'm now a tad more tolerant & my musical guilty pleasures are at times, mildly embarrassing. As is oft the case with my meanderings, I seem to have turned this into a confessional. So...I bought the eponymous single in 1982 & much to my chagrin, my girly of the time, bought it for half price, 2 days later. 2 short years on & this emerged. Combined with Mark Hollis' stunning vocal, an 80s highlight...
Jammed: 19th May 2014
by Fleetwood Mac
Let me urge you to ignore the naff video accompanying this 'non-Greeny' Mac toon. It was my only way around WMG. Heard another toon on RadioGaBlah today, transporting me to 1979, but I'm Sara-ing it instead, simply because it's such a mesmerising, peerless song. Tusk followed the truly immense Rumours. How to follow that? Mac changed the formula. I was given the album by Isobel, who was in the factory I worked in at the time (first proper job). It was my last day and she came up to me with her gift, kissed me & ran off in tears. Me, being an idiot, didn't realise she'd had a crush on me for months. '79 also had me on holiday with 3 amigos in Corfu. "Don't overdo the woyyyyn" (wine in drawled Australian) said Brendan our Rep. However, as hardened beerists, it was advice we promptly ignored & later on our first night, Retsina'd to the eyeballs, we broke the windows of our own flat to get in, having lost the keys. Glasgow eejits on tour. So, wine, women & song... a bloke's hendiatris...
Jammed: 13th May 2014
by Dionne Warwick & The Spinners
Being the beligerent type, I've decided to set up an opposition to #funkyfriday , which I'm calling #r&brebellion Myself & my ragtag army of refuseniks, will set our own agenda, standing firm against conformity... Hell, who am I kidding. This'll be a one man stand & for this Jam only, but my word, it was empowering being Ghengis for all of a minute or so. Since I've been a bit uber sensitive lately & prone to blub at almost any moment, I've decided to get a grip ( @daved told me to do that...boy he's mean) & after a short course of happy pills, sought out a joyous wee number from the old 70s back catalogue. In truth, I Shazamed this from Radio Somethingorother recently & with the full unfettered benefit of middle-ish age, realised I can now post all manner of sparkling toons, that would have only caught me a glancing blow when I was a bespotted youth, due to the preponderance of my beloved prog, to which I sacrificed my ears at the time...& indeed, still do. My loyal subjects...enjoy!!
Jammed: 9th May 2014
by Herman's Hermits
So the inexorable surge towards being my old Dad, continues. When on Planet Mad, he was generally a jolly sales chap, wicked sense of humour, swore like a trooper & drank too much. Tick the first two (though I don't do the sales thang anymore) have stopped cursing (8 weeks since I've said 'owt more than arse) and drink very little. However (there's always one of those with me) I've become a soppy old git, just like he did. I used to marvel at the way he would howl at This Is Your Life, thinking I'd never do that. I have now developed the ability to weep gently at someone with a bad hangnail. I digress...slightly. The Hermits didn't feature heavily in my 60s childhood home, which always surprises me. It seems they were largely a Mickie Most boyband plaything, for a few short years. I recently watched a documentary on them & just felt incredibly sad at the end. There I go again. This seldom played, rather touching song, was about their last...& it chimes with my current frame of mind...
Jammed: 5th May 2014
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