tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53590569116637155492024-03-13T21:47:18.227-07:00Blank Stares and Cricket ClapsBlank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-86184673731125805952010-09-26T12:05:00.001-07:002010-09-26T12:17:45.499-07:00We Did It 'Til We Were Unconcho<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/TJ-amdsxsTI/AAAAAAAAAVA/flNy5NzGKJI/s1600/overnite.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521301653777658162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/TJ-amdsxsTI/AAAAAAAAAVA/flNy5NzGKJI/s320/overnite.jpg" border="0" /></a>Well, I was born to have adventure<br />So I just followed up the steps<br />Right past her fuming incense stencher<br />To where she hung her castanets<br />She said she was a magic mama<br />And she could throw a mean tarot<br />And carried on without a comma<br />That she was someone I should know<br /><br /><object height="28" width="335"><param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/audio_embed?data=YTo2OntzOjU6ImFwaUlkIjtzOjE6IjQiO3M6NjoiZmlsZUlkIjtpOjEyNjYwMTU0O3M6NDoiY29kZSI7czoxMjoiMTI2NjAxNTQtMTFiIjtzOjY6InVzZXJJZCI7aTo4NzA0MDI7czoxMjoiZXh0ZXJuYWxDYWxsIjtpOjE7czo0OiJ0aW1lIjtpOjEyODU1Mjc5NTE7fQ==&autoplay=default"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><br /><embed wmode="transparent" height="28" width="335" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/audio_embed?data=YTo2OntzOjU6ImFwaUlkIjtzOjE6IjQiO3M6NjoiZmlsZUlkIjtpOjEyNjYwMTU0O3M6NDoiY29kZSI7czoxMjoiMTI2NjAxNTQtMTFiIjtzOjY6InVzZXJJZCI7aTo4NzA0MDI7czoxMjoiZXh0ZXJuYWxDYWxsIjtpOjE7czo0OiJ0aW1lIjtpOjEyODU1Mjc5NTE7fQ==&autoplay=default"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/12660154-11b"><span style="font-size:85%;">'Camarillo Brillo'-Frank Zappa(DiscReet, 1973)</span></a></>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-64854690141194576972010-09-05T01:22:00.000-07:002010-09-05T02:05:57.566-07:00Michael Head: Daydream Keeper<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/TINWVL0ZQHI/AAAAAAAAAUo/jgtv1ui1aSI/s1600/2634801638_975df56a01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513345290781409394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/TINWVL0ZQHI/AAAAAAAAAUo/jgtv1ui1aSI/s320/2634801638_975df56a01.jpg" border="0" /></a>Where is Michael Head's head at? Heard he's been cancelling a lot of shows of late, hope he isn't meandering back down that misty lane. Getting a bit old for that sort of fooling around. Might just be a bit under the weather, but the narco wanderlust is in the blood, the lineage of scouse mystics with a love to get lost in a haze and live in oblivian. Cut crystal melodies like Somethin' Like You from 'The Magical World Of The Strands' just fall out of his bonce like daydreams.<br /></div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513345624614620066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/TINWoncby6I/AAAAAAAAAU4/qpjhj08Rq-M/s320/cover-sly.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><object height="28" width="335"><param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/audio_embed?data=YTo2OntzOjU6ImFwaUlkIjtzOjE6IjQiO3M6NjoiZmlsZUlkIjtpOjEwOTAxODA4O3M6NDoiY29kZSI7czoxMjoiMTA5MDE4MDgtODI0IjtzOjY6InVzZXJJZCI7aTo4NzA0MDI7czoxMjoiZXh0ZXJuYWxDYWxsIjtpOjE7czo0OiJ0aW1lIjtpOjEyODM2NzQ4Nzg7fQ==&autoplay=default"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><embed wmode="transparent" height="28" width="335" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/audio_embed?data=YTo2OntzOjU6ImFwaUlkIjtzOjE6IjQiO3M6NjoiZmlsZUlkIjtpOjEwOTAxODA4O3M6NDoiY29kZSI7czoxMjoiMTA5MDE4MDgtODI0IjtzOjY6InVzZXJJZCI7aTo4NzA0MDI7czoxMjoiZXh0ZXJuYWxDYWxsIjtpOjE7czo0OiJ0aW1lIjtpOjEyODM2NzQ4Nzg7fQ==&autoplay=default"></embed></object></div><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/10901808-824">'Somethin' Like You'-Michael Head & The Strands(Megaphone, 1998)</a></>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-20056055481365815852010-09-01T08:27:00.000-07:002010-09-01T12:07:41.062-07:00Border Lord<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/TH51_WS9nmI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-fvC47bYMqM/s1600/Kris-Kristofferson-Border-Lord-373894.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511972725125389922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/TH51_WS9nmI/AAAAAAAAAUg/-fvC47bYMqM/s320/Kris-Kristofferson-Border-Lord-373894.jpg" border="0" /></a> When one of the last record shops around here closed a couple of months ago, well, it was a shame in a way, but i dealt with the loss of Pied Piper as bravely as i could and bought a sizeable shed load of vinyl for well under their value, an act that always fills me full of something i think they call joy.<br />At 50p a pop, whats to lose?, and one track on one of the LP's i got, 'Border Lord', by Kris Kristofferson, has been a constant rotater since. The LP as a whole isn't that hot, seems sorta knocked up, which was apparently the case, recorded quick, maybe way too quick, on the road as Kristofferson was going stellar.<br />Something about the burnt edges of Border Lord and its frazzled chug rings with a pleasent beardy truth about where the guy is at that moment, all kinda numb & footloose. Hell, enough o' my yackin', take it Kristoff....<br /><br /><object height="28" width="335"><param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/audio_embed?data=YTo2OntzOjU6ImFwaUlkIjtzOjE6IjQiO3M6NjoiZmlsZUlkIjtpOjEyNDMzMDg4O3M6NDoiY29kZSI7czoxMjoiMTI0MzMwODgtM2NmIjtzOjY6InVzZXJJZCI7aTo4NzA0MDI7czoxMjoiZXh0ZXJuYWxDYWxsIjtpOjE7czo0OiJ0aW1lIjtpOjEyODMzNTQ5MjU7fQ==&autoplay=default"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><br /><embed wmode="transparent" height="28" width="335" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/audio_embed?data=YTo2OntzOjU6ImFwaUlkIjtzOjE6IjQiO3M6NjoiZmlsZUlkIjtpOjEyNDMzMDg4O3M6NDoiY29kZSI7czoxMjoiMTI0MzMwODgtM2NmIjtzOjY6InVzZXJJZCI7aTo4NzA0MDI7czoxMjoiZXh0ZXJuYWxDYWxsIjtpOjE7czo0OiJ0aW1lIjtpOjEyODMzNTQ5MjU7fQ==&autoplay=default"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/12433088-3cf">'Border Lord'-Kris Kristofferson(Monument, 1972)</a></><br /><p></p>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-6022116042486201612010-08-15T14:04:00.000-07:002010-08-15T14:07:51.462-07:00Last night ride for ElvisBeing Elvis was a heavy load eh? The windows of his Graceland room were blacked out in the early 60's. Elvis lived at night. The pink shirt of Beale Street had faded, all the dreams were sold. The darkness inside flooded out further year by year. Sweaty speed freak vampire dropping in on Nixon to ask to be his culture spy, the drug war Captain Marvel, shovelling medication like M&M's, flying the Lisa Marie to Denver for a sandwich. Downers on downers, falling asleep in his soup. They keep him alive, they breath through him, live out of his pockets, drink his green blood like wine. All the good girls had gone. Momma was long gone. What had it all been for? Why him? Where does love go? Sat at the piano in the early hours, placing the hands on those old gospel chords. It sounds almost the same, but it sure don't feel. Its a hard life for heroes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5eFLFC4YmI/AAAAAAAAASQ/g4y9jaQ75i8/s1600-h/elvis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446968699707220578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5eFLFC4YmI/AAAAAAAAASQ/g4y9jaQ75i8/s320/elvis.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Above: Last photo 12.28am August 16 1977, entering Graceland.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5eCYmxhZNI/AAAAAAAAASI/GgOUpChLdp0/s1600-h/elvisfuneral.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446965633564632274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5eCYmxhZNI/AAAAAAAAASI/GgOUpChLdp0/s320/elvisfuneral.jpg" border="0" /></a>August 18th, 1977: A silver Cadillac followed by the white Cadillac hearse with Elvis' body and seventeen white Cadillac limousines, on its way from Graceland past bystanders the two and a half miles to Forest Hill Cemetery Midtown.</div><div> </div><div></div><div><strong><br /><br />Through tear-filled eyes I watch as you ride by,</strong></div><div><strong>A chauffeur, a chauffeur at the wheel dressed up so fine</strong></div><div><strong>Well I'll never, I'll never love another</strong></div><div><strong>Oh my heart, all my dreams, yeah they're with you</strong></div><div><strong>In that long black limousine</strong><br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="28" width="335" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="8864"><param name="_cy" value="741"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10596283-d58"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10596283-d58"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="0"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value="LT"><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="NoScale"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10596283-d58" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/10710764-d59">'Long Black Limousine'-Elvis Presley (RCA, 1969)</a></></div>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-34306214524127426632010-08-08T12:15:00.000-07:002010-08-08T12:16:40.846-07:00Pump me a few Mrs. Henry please<span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Through the bottom of a bottle i can see you coming, if the sun's last fingers are waving bye, you coming back around to let me taste the smell of your flower. So i'll crack another screw top, lift the lid and place the needle down sloooow. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Well, I've already had two beers<br />I'm ready for the broom<br />Please, Missus Henry, won't you<br />Take me to my room ?<br />I'm a good old boy<br />But I've been sniffin' too many eggs<br />Talkin' to too many people<br />Drinkin' too many kegs </span><br /></span><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry,<br />Please<br />Please, Missus Henry, please<br />I'm down on my knees<br />And I ain't got a dime.<br /><br />Well, I'm groanin' in a hallway<br />Pretty soon I'll be mad<br />Please, Missus Henry, won't you<br />Take me to your dad ?<br />I can drink like a fish<br />I can crawl like a snake<br />I can bite like a turkey<br />I can slam like a drake </span><br /></span><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry,<br />Please<br />Please, Missus Henry, please<br />I'm down on my knees<br />And I ain't got a dime.<br /><br />Now, don't crowd me, lady<br />Or I'll fill up your shoe<br />I'm a sweet bourbon daddy<br />And tonight I am blue<br />I'm a thousand years old<br />And I'm a generous bomb<br />I'm T-boned and punctured<br />But I'm known to be calm </span><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry,<br />Please<br />Please, Missus Henry, please<br />I'm down on my knees<br />And I ain't got a dime. </span><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Now, I'm startin' to drain<br />My stool's gonna squeak<br />If I walk too much farther<br />My crane's gonna leak<br />Look, Missus Henry<br />There's only so much I can do<br />Why don't you look my way<br />And pump me a few ?<br />Please, Missus Henry, Missus Henry,<br />Please<br />Please, Missus Henry, please<br />I'm down on my knees<br />And I ain't got a dime</span><br /></span><br /><br /><object height="28" width="335"><param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/audio_embed?data=YTo2OntzOjU6ImFwaUlkIjtzOjE6IjQiO3M6NjoiZmlsZUlkIjtpOjEwOTAzMDQ2O3M6NDoiY29kZSI7czoxMjoiMTA5MDMwNDYtNGRhIjtzOjY6InVzZXJJZCI7aTo4NzA0MDI7czoxMjoiZXh0ZXJuYWxDYWxsIjtpOjE7czo0OiJ0aW1lIjtpOjEyODEwMDY1Mzc7fQ==&autoplay=default"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><br /><embed wmode="transparent" height="28" width="335" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/audio_embed?data=YTo2OntzOjU6ImFwaUlkIjtzOjE6IjQiO3M6NjoiZmlsZUlkIjtpOjEwOTAzMDQ2O3M6NDoiY29kZSI7czoxMjoiMTA5MDMwNDYtNGRhIjtzOjY6InVzZXJJZCI7aTo4NzA0MDI7czoxMjoiZXh0ZXJuYWxDYWxsIjtpOjE7czo0OiJ0aW1lIjtpOjEyODEwMDY1Mzc7fQ==&autoplay=default"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/10903046-4da">Please Mrs. Henry'- Bob Dylan & The Band (Columbia, 1975)</a><br /><br /><p></p>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-11747828701519719292010-05-02T04:39:00.000-07:002010-05-02T05:19:08.824-07:00Summer Without SunThe bank holiday funfair has planted itself 20 yards from my window. The smell of candyfloss and grilling beef is cranking up as i type. The bottles of strongbow will be drained, the durex will be split, but the sun won't shine. For shame. Is there anything that sums up the spirit of British holiday entertainment more than the celebrity portraits on the side of terrifyingly unsafe looking fairground....rides?!? I'm not sure what is in there...</p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466639587916244658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S91nveDV5rI/AAAAAAAAAUA/2G82qwvN_Mo/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p>So i have chosen the smashing compliation "Joe Meek's Freakbeat: 30 Freakbeat, Mod and R&B Nuggets" off the shelf and plumbed straight for The Charles Kingsley Creation's oddball whirligig pop treat about being miserable in summer. According to the sleevenotes, brothers Charles & Kingsley Ward recorded this with Joe Meek three floors up on Holloway Road at the end of 1965 after leaving Dave Edmunds' Love Sculpture. It bombed on the charts, but the boys were inspired enough by Sir Meek to return to their native Monmouthshire to open Rockfield Studios, but i didn't need to know that, its just a great pop song. There is also a little press review clipping of the disc, which is both extensive & inciteful:</p><br /><p>"Rather pleasant. Tinkling sort of beat ballad, with unusual instrumental sounds. Nice song".</p><br /><p>Earned their paycheck back in the 60's those scribes.</p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466639442228246994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S91nm_UnedI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Jl9tYWjH6Og/s320/61YImYmmfrL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="28" width="335" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="8864"><param name="_cy" value="741"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=11243928-1b1"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=11243928-1b1"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="0"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value="LT"><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="NoScale"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=11243928-1b1" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/11243928-1b1">'Summer Without Sun'- The Charles Kingsley Creation (Columbia, 1965)</a> </p>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-87899576924976882162010-04-17T03:55:00.001-07:002010-04-17T03:58:18.064-07:00Heart Bleeder #2: Curtis<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S69_lW4PgiI/AAAAAAAAATY/0CMCy2nQKJE/s1600/the-impressions_the_young_mods_forgotten_story_front.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453717953542324770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S69_lW4PgiI/AAAAAAAAATY/0CMCy2nQKJE/s320/the-impressions_the_young_mods_forgotten_story_front.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S69_dAuKMTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/pYX0rN2ia2M/s1600/the-impressions_the_young_mods_forgotten_story_back1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453717810155499826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S69_dAuKMTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/pYX0rN2ia2M/s320/the-impressions_the_young_mods_forgotten_story_back1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Curtis Mayfield is an absolute titan of song. If we lived in more future thinking times he'd have been sainted by now. I can't think of anyone who consistantly made so many outstanding records. For the lost & swoonsome he had a bucketful, and i'm going for this one off one of his best LP's with The Impressions 'The Young Mods Forgotten Story'.</div><div></div><div></div><div><em></em></div><div><em><br />"Nothing left for me but bitterness, frustration, lost relation, for my deceiving heart...."<br /></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />And the harmonies tumble down like September leaves. Lordy me, what a sad song.<br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="28" width="335" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="8864"><param name="_cy" value="741"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10901766-6bd"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10901766-6bd"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="0"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value="LT"><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="NoScale"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10901766-6bd" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/10901766-6bd">'My Deceiving Heart'- The Impressions (Capitol 5610, 1966)</a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-59954110943448559862010-04-02T05:02:00.001-07:002010-04-02T05:05:56.035-07:00Ale & Spoils: Compliments of the town jewellerBank holiday drone. Nowhere to go. I may pop out for a little record shopping & a light ale.<br />A bag full of newly discovered discs, maybe a fanzine, a paper, and a long cool one. Magical, makes me feel like a cat in a sunbeam. I wish i was in a bar on Tibb St. in Manchester right now, or Mort Subite in Brussels....<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S7XVCQopxqI/AAAAAAAAATw/2nHwjyw0Z9M/s1600/Mort_subite.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455500758431155874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S7XVCQopxqI/AAAAAAAAATw/2nHwjyw0Z9M/s320/Mort_subite.jpg" /></a> ...where one time i had the joy of reading the back of this record by Madvillain whilst supping the bars speciality jar titled 'Instant Death'. Not that instant, a had three. Steely Dan was coming from a speaker above the street & skirts floated by.<br />Come home summer, i'm waiting for you, and its my round.<br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="335" height="28"><param name="_cx" value="8863"><param name="_cy" value="740"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10902332-c22"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10902332-c22"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="0"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value="LT"><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="NoScale"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10902332-c22" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/10902332-c22"><span style="font-size:85%;">'Curls'- Madvillain, from 'Madvillainy' (Stones Throw, 2004)</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S69-Gl83YLI/AA"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453716325500674226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S69-Gl83YLI/AAAAAAAAATA/jAdyIKeZ788/s320/mf-doom-madvillain-cover.jpg" /></a></div>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-19028942767541483822010-03-28T07:20:00.000-07:002010-03-28T09:34:56.077-07:00Heartbleeder #1: Brian<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S695vpyC33I/AAAAAAAAAS4/inpFfS-Gm0k/s1600/webpromo_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453711533345529714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S695vpyC33I/AAAAAAAAAS4/inpFfS-Gm0k/s320/webpromo_b.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I'll tell you something. You can hurt people really easy without even trying. In fact, the less you try, the harder you can hurt them.<br /><br />Sad songs say so much. Fuck of Elton John. </div><div></div><div>The sadness of Brian Wilson of bottomless, he's got one heavy soul. This song is personal, created in a cloud of hash above a pool of tears. He put it out on his own to meagre success whilst the band was touring europe singing his old surfing songs. Then it closed Pet Sounds. He played it to his wife Marilyn and they both cried. She could see him on the train waving goodbye.<br /><br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="335" height="28"><param name="_cx" value="8863"><param name="_cy" value="740"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10901822-9cf"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10901822-9cf"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="0"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value="LT"><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="NoScale"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10901822-9cf" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/10901822-9cf">'Caroline, No'- Brian Wilson(Capitol 5610, 1966)</a> </div>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-5985351115007441522010-03-22T12:15:00.000-07:002010-03-22T12:19:36.885-07:00Cold turkey & a stick of tea...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5w8IGOW2OI/AAAAAAAAASg/wZhNv71cf0c/s1600-h/big+boy2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448295759018907874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5w8IGOW2OI/AAAAAAAAASg/wZhNv71cf0c/s320/big+boy2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="335" height="28"><param name="_cx" value="8863"><param name="_cy" value="740"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=7960614-c92"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=7960614-c92"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=7960614-c92" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/7776820-4a1">'Cold Turkey'- Big Boy Pete(Camp 602005, 1966)</a><br /><br />Pete Miller hailed from Norwich, a backwater city also famous for Alan Partridge & Justin Fashanu, and being still unaccessable by motorway in 2010. He had been making records with the likes of Joe Meek & touring with early 60's package tour stalwarts Peter Jay & The Jaywalkers for nearly ten years before he made this brainbusting bubble of psychedelic pop groovery and vanished to San Francisco forevermore.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5xCBEHJgsI/AAAAAAAAASo/CkDkoRW0D5k/s1600-h/jay.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448302235262485186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5xCBEHJgsI/AAAAAAAAASo/CkDkoRW0D5k/s320/jay.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Above: Jaywalkers fans sit unimpressed in Northampton's ABC Theatre, trying to get their tickets worth after Peter Jay & crew had finished & the other band, 'The Beatles', came on and ruined the night.</span>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-26270289345058458202010-03-20T06:41:00.001-07:002010-03-20T07:07:33.901-07:00Alex Chilton<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S6TTomibQFI/AAAAAAAAASw/bSKP5KhUK14/s1600-h/Alex%2520Chilton.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450714143518310482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S6TTomibQFI/AAAAAAAAASw/bSKP5KhUK14/s320/Alex%2520Chilton.jpg" /></a><br />Like he'd give a shit what anyone thought, no matter if most would say he was as good as anyone. Must say though, truly fucking awesome work Mr. Chilton, thanks.<br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="335" height="28"><param name="_cx" value="8863"><param name="_cy" value="740"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10825528-348"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10825528-348"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10825528-348" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/10825528-348"><span style="font-size:85%;">'Hey! Little Child'-Alex Chilton(Aura AUS 117, 1980)</span></a>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-19655360907248993002010-03-17T15:00:00.000-07:002010-03-17T15:02:42.216-07:00Oh Lon Chaney<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kFwhTx_hVIQ&hl=en_GB&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br />Sadness caught in a jar.<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kFwhTx_hVIQ&hl=en_GB&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /></p><br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="335" height="28"><param name="_cx" value="8863"><param name="_cy" value="740"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10710764-d59"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10710764-d59"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="0"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value="LT"><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="NoScale"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10710764-d59" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/10710764-d59">'Lon Chaney'-Garland Jeffreys(Atlantic, 1973)</a><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-45048919127574953062010-03-13T17:20:00.000-08:002010-03-13T18:15:25.988-08:00The (New) Call Of The Freaks<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5d1NqL-A4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/hGq3j-CvVis/s1600-h/luis5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446951151851144066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5d1NqL-A4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/hGq3j-CvVis/s320/luis5.jpg" /></a> Nick Cave once ranted, mid-interview, on MTV, about how such TV channels were killing the magic that made him fall in love with the whole road in the first place. All he had was a record, maybe some names on the back of a 12" sleeve, at best an odd photo of the band. At the time i thought what a grumpy old goat, but he had a bloody good point.<br /><br />The mystique is all gone. You can get hint of it with someone like Jandek, but its rare as gold hen's teeth. Even the cool new underground stuff you hear on obscure blogs usually have a myspace link. Its necessary now of course, but all too real. Robert Johnson didn't come from the crossroads with a good internet service provider.<br /><br />Its a fine thing to banish any elitism, but imagination is a lost magik. The full horror of who pre-packed pop-stars like Ke$ha really are is laid bare and repeated like water torture on cable TV interviews every 20 minutes.<br /><br />When Elvis Presley was first aired in Great Britain, with just an odd name & a backing band of two, it may as well have been a martian invasian. With all the international press they could possibly get, i wouldn't recognise one of Vampire Weekend if they came to fix my server, so diluted & uninteresting things have become.<br /><br />So for just that reason, and with these needs in mind, i do enjoy listening to older & older stuff.<br /><br />I mean, what the hell is going on in this platter by Luis Russell & His Orchestra?<br />If you want, you can get some photos of Luis online, or a basic biography, but you will never know enough to kill the magic here.<br /><br />This is an incantation. A whole exotic new world in its three minute existence, a graveyard dance, bosomy gingham silhouette on a full Chicago moon, spats grazed on the sidewalks on a hangover monday, green sick in a trash can, and then its gone, and thats it, no questionable opinions in a Rolling Stone interview to get in the way. Its anything i want it to be & mean.<br /><br />Its Halloween every day in the mind of Luis. Who knows what depraved orgies were incited when his band played this in strange velveteen ballrooms.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5dzVYQ3yTI/AAAAAAAAARo/Jg-MJ9F2-HM/s1600-h/luis4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446949085455567154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5dzVYQ3yTI/AAAAAAAAARo/Jg-MJ9F2-HM/s320/luis4.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="335" height="28"><param name="_cx" value="8863"><param name="_cy" value="740"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10718221-fcc"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10718221-fcc"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="0"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value="LT"><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="NoScale"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10718221-fcc" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/10718221-fcc">'The (New) Call Of The Freaks'-Luis Russell & His Orchestra(Okeh, 1929)</a>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-5328783228491610862010-03-10T05:48:00.000-08:002010-03-10T05:49:40.965-08:00The Real Thing-Russell Morris (1969)<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5Z44KpyvnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/lCXGttMqNdw/s1600-h/russellmorrispic.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446673705678847602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5Z44KpyvnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/lCXGttMqNdw/s320/russellmorrispic.jpg" /></a><br />Originally a bit-too-close facsmile of Status Quo's 'Pictures Of Matchstick Men' written by Johnny Young, it was transformed Midas-like by eccentric producer Ian "Molly" Meldrum, the kind of chap who went into a studio and asked the guitarist to "play cold stars on a black night sky" and could get a record company to hand over $2000, the amount it cost to make a whole LP back then, to get the results.<br />Meldrum stretched the play-time to an unfeasable 6.20 minutes with a delightfully self-indulgent 3-minute Walrus of an ending with some Lennon-ish Goon voice declaring somesuch about 'usability of the product' (in fact Organist Brian Cadd reading the back of the box of the master tape reel) mixed with a recording of the Hitler Youth singing "Die Jugend Marschiert" (Youth on the March) across splats of phased drums & electric string swirls.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5aO_hVkB1I/AAAAAAAAARI/KFbY0EXc2t4/s1600-h/meldrum19701107.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446698021282907986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5aO_hVkB1I/AAAAAAAAARI/KFbY0EXc2t4/s320/meldrum19701107.gif" /></a><br />On completion, 'The Real Thing' was the most expensive record production ever made in Australia. When the record execs flew into Melbourne to hear a studio playback of the completed golden egg, a ragingly drunk Meldrum panicked, stole the master tape and ran into a neighbouring golf course in the night with a bottle of bourbon to consider his next move. He knew there was no way they would get it. He was right. They thought it the biggest load of wasteful crap they had ever heard, and only distributed enough copies locally in the hopes of breaking even.<br /><br />The times being what they were, the company couldn't bury it so easily. Morris himself drove copies up to Sydney, visited DJ's, and handed the platter over, asking them to play it. You could do crazy things like play what you liked on the radio in that time, so they did, and it became number one for 4 weeks in Australia in 1969, and became a decent international hit. Boss man knows best.<br /><br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="335" height="28"><param name="_cx" value="8863"><param name="_cy" value="740"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10710726-939"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10710726-939"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="0"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value="LT"><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="NoScale"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10710726-939" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/10710726-939font-size:78%;">'TheReal Thing'-Russell Morris(Decca, 1969)</a><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fQ8d2EB435Q&hl=en_GB&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fQ8d2EB435Q&hl=en_GB&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5Z9xJurrnI/AAAAAAAAARA/-iQ-lGwOQ5g/s1600-h/m1080272.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446679082729975410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5Z9xJurrnI/AAAAAAAAARA/-iQ-lGwOQ5g/s320/m1080272.jpg" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">Above: <span style="color:#ff0000;">The hateful record execs hand over the platimun disc to Russel Morris at the tail end of 1969.</span></span>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-19391384295902531152010-03-08T05:56:00.001-08:002010-03-08T06:15:43.896-08:00Lynn Taitt-Sooooooooul Fooood<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5UEOfrb1KI/AAAAAAAAAQw/W8MEmSneV2I/s1600-h/taitt.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446263971442840738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S5UEOfrb1KI/AAAAAAAAAQw/W8MEmSneV2I/s320/taitt.jpg" /></a>Just enough winter sunshine through the streaky windows to warrant a stinging tear from my sick eye & the first spin for 2010 of this rocksteady evergreen good-timer from recently gone on legend Lynn Taitt.<br /><br /><br /><em>"...mix em up....like it?....Sooooouul Food!"</em><br /><br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="335" height="28"><param name="_cx" value="8863"><param name="_cy" value="740"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=7014326-8f5"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=7014326-8f5"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=7014326-8f5" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/7014326-8f5"><span style="font-size:78%;">'Soul Food'-Lynn Taitt & The Jets(Pama Records, 1968)</a></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQ_TaG5e1fM&hl=en_GB&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQ_TaG5e1fM&hl=en_GB&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-64861608431660866542010-02-26T01:17:00.001-08:002010-02-26T02:34:49.036-08:00Drinking my wine & digging my earth<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S4ejC2qWaWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oGUoDGrmNBc/s1600-h/manchester-eve-news.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442497944128743778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S4ejC2qWaWI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oGUoDGrmNBc/s320/manchester-eve-news.jpg" /></a><br /><div>The BBC have commisioned 8 pitiful series of Two Pints Of Lager & A Packet of Crisps in the last ten years.<br /><br />Today it looks like a cert that 6Music & the Asian Network are hitting the bricks to "shrink overall services and focus more on quality over quantity." This sort of logic really makes me feel like drinking alone in the rain with visions of rusty blades.<br /><br />My initial reaction was "Come on villagers, light your torches, we have to trudge down so foggy London Town and raise the devil out of BBC director general Mark Thompson with big sticks.". But i fear the villagers would amount to a dozen part time librarians in cagoules.<br /></div><div>I'll sign the petition anyway, you never know, someone might even look at it.</div><div><br />Here's a song i learn't from someone on 6music, Maconie's Freakzone? Marc Riley? Don Letts? Not sure, could have been any of em...<br /><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S4eej49OnZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/XhuVuHjWYnM/s1600-h/wobbleczukay.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442493014122339730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S4eej49OnZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/XhuVuHjWYnM/s320/wobbleczukay.jpg" /></a><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="335" height="28"><param name="_cx" value="8863"><param name="_cy" value="740"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10596251-95e"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10596251-95e"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10596251-95e" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/10596251-95e"><span style="font-size:78%;">'How Much Are They?'-Holger Czukay Jah Wobble & Jaki Liebezeit</a></span><br /><br />Oh, hang on, Snog Marry Avoid is on in a bit...Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-142026912689758612010-02-22T02:16:00.000-08:002010-02-22T02:51:13.832-08:00"You can't learn nothin' whilst you're sleeping Joe..."<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S4Jf0UrndqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/IR75MmtQ1RE/s1600-h/dale.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441016652326467234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S4Jf0UrndqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/IR75MmtQ1RE/s320/dale.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><p>I bought a reissue of Dale Hawkins 'L.A., Memphis, & Tyler, Texas' on 19th January 2009 at 14.38 from The Rough Trade shop on Talbot Road, Portobello, London.<br /></p><p>It was memorable. Not memorable enough to remember the date & time of purchase, thats on the receipt still in the case, but its one of those rare records that i got on first listen all the way through and kept coming back to to listen to as a full LP again & again.<br /></p><br /><p>Didn't know much beyond Susie Q until i read some attractive reviews for the reissue, and still don't to be honest, don't need to, this was enough.<br /></p><p>Dale past last week, and i've been listening again. Every song on that LP can stand as his own epitaph, but i've gone for his advice to any old Joe Schmo down on himself. Maybe originally written as i soother to himself, but now seems like a decent farewell.</p>Class act.<br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="335" height="28"><param name="_cx" value="8863"><param name="_cy" value="740"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10554610-3eb"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10554610-3eb"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="0"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value="LT"><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="NoScale"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10554610-3eb" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/10554610-3eb"><span style="font-size:78%;">Joe'-Dale Hawkins(from LA, Memphis & Tyler,1969)</a></span>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-91133927301875772312010-02-20T02:00:00.000-08:002010-02-20T03:59:39.972-08:00Back From Seeing The Wizard<span style="font-size:85%;">A slight sojourn there. A little falling out with BT can go a long way. Then i got a call from Alan Moore who asked me to write a 6-page 50 year history of Rock N Roll in Northampton for his new underground reader 'Dodgem Logic'. This task was not without some elbow grease, enough to nearly ended me. Not quite. No, actually very enjoyable. The second issue is out now, and is full o' sweet treats.<br /><br />Yowzah yowzah yowzah! BUY BUY BUY!<br /></span><br /><a href="http://www.dodgemlogic.com/">DODGEM LOGIC ONLINE</a> <span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Then there was a party to launch the thing which looked like this:</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S3--S7DuFII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2TgOfTO0CmQ/s1600-h/Dodgem-Logic-issue-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440276107187065986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S3--S7DuFII/AAAAAAAAAQQ/2TgOfTO0CmQ/s320/Dodgem-Logic-issue-1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">At which the boss actually unveiled some tunes he's been knocking up with "close personal friends of mine" The Retro Spankees & Downtown Joe Brown, here's a clip off youtube of the Greenbaum booming 'Johnny Fortunate':</span><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dU_1OLwZ8VI&hl=en_GB&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dU_1OLwZ8VI&hl=en_GB&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Then i ate some turkey and got drunk for a month.<br /><br />Then i sobered up whilst dj-ing for 5 strippers (they call it burlesque, but that seems to be just a case of frills) at this:<br /></span></p><p></p><p><br /></p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S3--N46FdAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Sz7U80sQ2ew/s1600-h/4287023005_c7da5656f0.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440276020710437890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S3--N46FdAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Sz7U80sQ2ew/s320/4287023005_c7da5656f0.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Then i wrote this blog & played this song for you:</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S3-zqYsmwgI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WuiZyIHHFK0/s1600-h/There+Are+People+And+There+Are+People+1.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440264415652266498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/S3-zqYsmwgI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WuiZyIHHFK0/s320/There+Are+People+And+There+Are+People+1.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="335" height="28"><param name="_cx" value="8863"><param name="_cy" value="740"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10531448-703"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=10531448-703"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="0"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value="LT"><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="NoScale"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="335" src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId="></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/10531448-703"><span style="font-size:78%;">We're Off To See The Wizard-People(from There Are People And There Are People,1970Paramount Records PAS 5013)</a></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">So there we go. Hope you're swell.</span><br /></div></span>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-1226453660588999302009-09-16T02:44:00.000-07:002009-09-16T03:04:39.134-07:00Dress Sexy At My Funeral<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/SrCz6tTjFJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/to9jYuUjNaY/s1600-h/untitled-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381999375883113618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/SrCz6tTjFJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/to9jYuUjNaY/s320/untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><p>Bill Callahan's dying wishes, as disclosed on the 2000 LP Dongs Of Sevotion.<br /></p><br /><p>It reminds me of the graphic reports of the little black dresses of the weeping former lovers of Michael Hutchence at his funeral. Kylie, Helena Christensen & Paula Yates' tear splashed stillettos being a more romantic image of the man than his dismal demise asphyxiating in a hotel room whilst thumbing his winky. I always heard this song as his final thoughts before the lights went out.</p><br /><br /><p>Its not though obviously, its just Bill in dirty old man mode. And he does it so well.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="28" width="335" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="8864"><param name="_cy" value="741"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8525247-c8b"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8525247-c8b"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="0"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value="LT"><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="NoScale"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8525247-c8b" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8525247-c8b"><font size="1">Dress Sexy At My Funeral-Smog(from Dongs Of Sevotion,2000)</a></font><br /><br /></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/SrCzv0SGY4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/FhfVBRUtS6s/s1600-h/e3fboothbaber12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381999188777526146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/SrCzv0SGY4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/FhfVBRUtS6s/s320/e3fboothbaber12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-33047555747991187502009-09-15T03:45:00.000-07:002009-09-15T03:46:18.486-07:00Something Has Hit Me<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/Sq6DXnVre9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/wKbzgRTsRHQ/s1600-h/act-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381383046474464210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/Sq6DXnVre9I/AAAAAAAAAPo/wKbzgRTsRHQ/s320/act-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />The ultimate mod band? The greatest white soul singer? George Martin's second best signing?<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5lUQrUM-Hk&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F5lUQrUM-Hk&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="28" width="335" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="8864"><param name="_cy" value="741"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8410311-49c"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8410311-49c"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="0"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value="LT"><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="NoScale"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8410311-49c" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8410311-49c"><span style="font-size:78%;">Something Has Hit Me-The Action (B-Side of Shadows & Reflections, Parlophone 1967)</a></span>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-69164292989153007292009-09-05T06:11:00.001-07:002009-09-06T12:12:22.098-07:00Come on in for the best in town...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/SqQGwGP696I/AAAAAAAAAPg/HGq2dvjlImc/s1600-h/whigs.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378431278368094114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/SqQGwGP696I/AAAAAAAAAPg/HGq2dvjlImc/s320/whigs.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Roll on up -- for my price is down, </span></strong></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Come on in -- for the best in town , </span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Take your pick of the finest wine, </span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Lay your bets on this bird of mine </span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Name your price I got everything </span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Come and buy it's all going fast </span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Borrow cash on the finest terms</span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Hurry now while stocks still </span></strong></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">See my eyes I can hardly </span></strong></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">See me stand I can hardly walk </span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">I believe you can make me whole </span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">See my tongue I can hardly talk </span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">See my skin I'm a mass of </span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">See my legs I can hardly stand </span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">I believe you can make me well </span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">See my purse I'm a poor, poor man </span></strong><br /></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Will you touch, will you mend me Christ? Won't you touch, will you heal me Christ? Will you kiss, you can heal me Christ Won't you kiss, won't you pay me Christ?</span></strong> </div><br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="28" width="335" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="8864"><param name="_cy" value="741"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8410295-8a3"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8410295-8a3"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="0"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value="LT"><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="NoScale"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8410295-8a3" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/8410295-8a3"><span style="font-size:78%;">The Temple-The Afghan Whigs (Sub Pop 1992)</a></span><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/61TwQwgGi8Y&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/61TwQwgGi8Y&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-91166269330159890812009-08-30T07:46:00.000-07:002009-08-30T09:31:47.523-07:00The Three-Eyed Man<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/SpqmUcOzqpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/UcsXvE6Iw1s/s1600-h/roky.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791975326001810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/SpqmUcOzqpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/UcsXvE6Iw1s/s320/roky.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />How extraordinary a voice. Last weekend i stood 20 feet away from Roky Erickson & took it all in. In some valley in the Powys region of Wales. 40 minutes late for the stage. But there he was. An awesome beast. Nothing said. Hard to tell where he was inside, bored scared or confused. But there he was. The breath visable & billowing out of him in the tacky stage light. He was like some dragon with a guitar. The Krakon. The band was nowhere, 2nd rate pub metal, but there he was, Roky Erickson. Life hadn't beaten him. That screaming voice intact, no flaws, everything said.<br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="28" width="335" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="8864"><param name="_cy" value="741"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8330430-b8a"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8330430-b8a"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8330430-b8a" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/8330430-b8a"><span style="font-size:78%;">'Haunt' by Roky Erickson</a></span><br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="28" width="335" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="8864"><param name="_cy" value="741"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8330323-171"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8330323-171"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=8330323-171" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/8330323-171"><span style="font-size:78%;">Roky Erickson Interview-Ksan Radio, 1978</a></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/SpqnEjVe3kI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VCKmNyNlzWw/s1600-h/roky2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375792801866767938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/SpqnEjVe3kI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VCKmNyNlzWw/s320/roky2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-83853862410828276202009-08-09T12:33:00.000-07:002009-08-09T13:10:46.816-07:00Apartment 21<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/SmXxs4VBLPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9Hu5_fSHGqo/s1600-h/bobbiegentrybm4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360956684791524594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/SmXxs4VBLPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9Hu5_fSHGqo/s320/bobbiegentrybm4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Sounds good to me Bobbie, i'll be over in 20, i'll bring some gin & Jim Ford.<br /><br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="28" width="335" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="8864"><param name="_cy" value="741"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=7786493-92a"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=7786493-92a"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="0"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value="LT"><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="NoScale"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=7786493-92a" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/7786493-92a"><span style="font-size:78%;">'Apartment 21' by Bobbie Gentry single on Capital, 1970)</a></span>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-11143162388285043532009-07-23T04:41:00.000-07:002009-07-23T05:40:16.703-07:00Something borrowed from something blue'Ello ello ello, what we got 'ere then Mr. Cocker? This has bothered me ever since it was released as a single in early 2007.<br /><br />Now i don't want to do the slagging on Jarvis, i like the chap, and though he's not belting out the readymade pop classics like he did in Pulp, its good that he's around, in fact, we could do with about 10 more 25 year old versions of him to pump some blood & brains into the popscene if thats possible, but come off, this is a bit of a blatent rip.<br />I don't see any shared credit for Goffin/Spector on the sleeve. How does this sort of thing go unnoticed? 'Born To Be With You' isn't stuffing up the racks of most 24 hour Tesco's, but its hardly a total obscurity, i've seen it on a couple of jukebox's in a couple of London bars that were trying a bit too hard to look cool. I mean, its a lovely LP, but its got such a fucked up, sad druggy drag foot vibe, who wants to hear that over a 5th afternoon chaser? Oh....yeah, well they may have been on to something there, but...<br /><br />I know Phil Spector has been a bit distracted lately, but i'm almost shocked it slipped under his increasingly desperate radars. (Starsailor???££??)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/SmhVQCeekII/AAAAAAAAAO4/YYVuDj6lQJE/s1600-h/jarvis_cocker-cd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361629090415546498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/SmhVQCeekII/AAAAAAAAAO4/YYVuDj6lQJE/s320/jarvis_cocker-cd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="28" width="335" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="8864"><param name="_cy" value="741"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6986509-ad5"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6986509-ad5"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6986509-ad5" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/6986509-ad5"><span style="font-size:78%;">'Don't Let Him Waste Your Time' by Jarvis Cocker from '<em>Jarvis'</em> (Rough Trade, 2005))</a></span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361629257756040306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/SmhVZx3j3HI/AAAAAAAAAPA/RDy4ZI62-9g/s320/dion.bmp" border="0" /><br /><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="28" width="335" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="8864"><param name="_cy" value="741"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6986434-33b"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6986434-33b"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6986434-33b" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/6986434-33b"><span style="font-size:78%;">'Only You Know' by Dion from <em>'Born To Be With You'</em> (Phil Spector International, 1976))</a></span>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5359056911663715549.post-35693687250049762942009-07-21T12:21:00.000-07:002009-07-23T09:07:56.474-07:00Failure<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/SmYUEGYcJLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Wd1ry3wnKa4/s1600-h/latherehesgonepic1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360994467096306866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6E0kRudQgw/SmYUEGYcJLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Wd1ry3wnKa4/s320/latherehesgonepic1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>"Lazarus, La's-arus, La's. He directed light. And the light comes from the water. It keeps you alive, la. And the pool is where we have to be. The Liver-Pool. The Mississippi, the Mersey-sippi. In history all the maddest scientists were the best ones and they all stayed close to the water." </em></div><div>-<strong>Lee Mavers, AWOL since 1990, interviewed by Paul Moody in 15 April, 1995's edition of NME </strong></div><br /><a href="http://www.divshare.com/download/7657356-cc2"><span style="font-size:78%;">'Failure' by The La's (Go Discs, 1989)</a></span><br /><object id="divplaylist" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="28" width="335" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="8864"><param name="_cy" value="741"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=7657356-cc2"><param name="Src" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=7657356-cc2"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""><param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=7657356-cc2" width="335" height="28" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYT8ShaIHxY&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYT8ShaIHxY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Blank Stares and Cricketclapshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253917094319045492noreply@blogger.com6